The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 238 Ch.237 Preparation

The so-called "Glorious London Everyone Bends Together Plan" must be on a day with the strongest winter wind, a day when the wind is roaring and can almost blow your hair away.

Rose followed Roland, hiding her face tightly with a scarf, and watched him carrying a huge bag and mysteriously leading her to the carriage.

——In the half month since that "suggestion", Roland has been mysterious all day long.

He allowed himself to smash and crush the little pieces of gold paper he had exchanged from Randolph, but he said nothing about what he was going to do.

Rose began to worry that this man would do something crazy like last time:

They were chased for two whole streets that day, and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

"Roland?"

"Ok?"

"What on earth are we going to do?"

"Complete the ritual, Rose."

Rose pouted and kicked the pebbles on the ground far away before getting on the bus: "Do I need to know the details of the process?"

"Perhaps not."

"You promise that you are not dangerous."

"I promise." Roland promised.

The carriage skillfully passed through the East End, heading for the nest of the little ants - the newsboys would rest in one place, and then, before the sun rose, spread to every corner of London: both poor and rich.

They carried cloth bags and waved today's fresh newspapers in their hands, earning a few shillings for each full bag.

Of course, the money doesn't belong to them.

To those who 'raised' them.

At the same time, the war between newsboys is a war between caregivers.

The person Roland found was the largest "fosterer" in the South District - he was the son of a high-ranking member of the Gold Fang Gang and had just taken over the job.

As the carriage entered the South District, Rose subconsciously became nervous.

This was once the place where the Elephant Gang and the Gold Tooth Gang were active all year round - the two gangs, who disliked each other, had had several bloody conflicts.

However, the Elephant Gang is gone now.

"Shh..." The sky was still gray. Roland raised his finger and put it to his lips: "I tried it once before."

Rose pinched his arm and said angrily: "Promise it's not dangerous..."

Roland was still mysterious as ever. He got out of the car and took her to a long row of low houses at the end of the street.

This is a place similar to Flower Street.

knock knock.

Roland knocked on the door and handed the bag to Rose.

The girl who took the bag discovered that at some point, a hazy and transparent white veil seemed to be floating from Roland's head along his black hair...

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Rose opened her mouth, but before she could ask, footsteps were heard inside the door.

Roland stood still and became extremely serious.

When the door opened, Rose's heart suddenly jumped.

This person doesn't know her, but she knows the other person.

Andy Holt.

"You are the benefactor!" She heard the rude man, who almost never spoke without swearing, suddenly become docile, and to her surprise, he bowed to Roland properly - it was an awkward bow, and his face almost hit Roland's chest.

"Thank you! Why—why did you come here in person?!"

He seemed not to even look at Rose, but stared at Roland's chin. He wanted to look up, but was suppressed by an inexplicable force. He had to lower his head and step back to make way while speaking.

Roland laughed twice and looked around the room.

Passing through the narrow living room that can't really be called a living room.

The empty house and some moldy black meat lumps.

Two pillows on the bed.

Oh.

There is a staircase leading to a small attic.

The man touched his head, feeling embarrassed: "You know, I have never been late for work..."

It looks like a woman was here just now.

"I don't care if you drink all day or hang out with women, Mr. Holt. I just hope you'll be worthy of your father - if he hadn't begged me, I would never let a young man do this comfortable job. Youth means mistakes, means getting more and more... Do you understand?" "Of course, of course, you're absolutely right..."

Andy Holt rubbed the scar at the corner of his eye. Only then did he have time to glance at Rose.

That look was one of awe.

Rose knew.

"Give the children the things... Oh, there will be three more carriages coming soon. Please be on time, sir, I want to be on time - you should know that our Supreme Lady is building a clock, and when it starts, there will be bells ringing in the afternoon and evening..."

Roland paced across the creaking floor in a very stylish manner, with his chin up and his hands behind his back.

After a while, the toes tapped.

"Just when the bells rang."

Andy Holt held his chest with his hands, and his smile was so strong that the veins in his neck almost popped out: "Of course! Your will! Mr. Shelley!"

James Shelley.

This is his boss's boss's boss.

He is the master behind the Gold Teeth Gang.

The biggest.

Not to mention his father. If anyone offended this man, he would just say something and the Gold Teeth Gang would have to change their leader.

Of course, Andy could also understand the habits of rich people - such as finding a weird woman who didn't even have long hair as a lover, and having to go to the woman's house in person to arrange this.

For example, wearing this strange white gauze.

Is there something new popular in the market?

He planned to ask around later and get one for himself.

"One for each of you, Mr. Holt. There will definitely be enough for subsequent shipments. I repeat, once again - no mistakes are allowed. On time, on time. This is the first time I have contacted you, and I have entrusted you with this important task..."

Holt was so excited that he almost fell at Mr. Shelley's feet.

"If I make a mistake, you can hang me from a lamppost!"

Oh.

Hanging on the street lamp.

This brings us to the well-known Mr. Radish.

"I promise! Mr. Shelley! I promise to make sure those brats finish the job on time and with absolute precision! Otherwise, I'll hang them up too!" Holt squeezed the scar at the corner of his eye with a ferocious expression, leaned over to open the bag Rose brought in, took a look, and tied it up: "I promise! Sir!"

"very good."

Shelley tapped the tip of his nose, then tapped his lips, and said softly: "I am going to a private party with my lady, so..."

"Of course, please, please..."

After seeing off 'James Shelley', the woman in the room slowly came down from the attic.

She wrapped herself in the sheet and fiddled with her long hair while looking at the huge black pocket in the corner.

"Who is Shelley?"

Holt glanced at her coldly: "You'd better shut up."

The woman wasn't afraid of him. She ran over, hugged his neck, and bit his ear: "You bastard! It wasn't like this yesterday!"

The two people started quarreling in the house.

"Okay, okay, I say, James Shelley, don't you know? He is the real owner of the Gold Teeth Gang." Holt felt noble when he mentioned this person, and his chest and arms seemed to swell up a few times: "This gentleman came to me, which means he found the right person. Just wait and see, I will definitely do it quickly..."

He glanced out the window and lowered his voice: "I guess he did this to please his lover..."

The woman rolled her eyes, climbed onto the bed barefoot, covered herself with the quilt, and yawned, "Your true master, the noble one, the one with enough power to crush you or your father to death... came to you personally?"

This made Holt stunned.

indeed.

Mr. Shelley came in person...

The man turned around and stared at the woman on the bed: "What do you want to say?"

The woman turned over and propped up her head: "I want to say that the nobleman doesn't have any feelings for you - maybe he just wants someone to do his job, and doesn't want others to know this secret..."

Holt didn't understand: "So?"

The woman stretched one leg out from under the quilt, hooked it at him, and giggled: "So you'd better shut up!"

Holt screamed and pounced on him.

(End of this chapter)