The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 283 Ch.282 The annoying 'fairness'

When Roland and Cinder went in, the clerk was explaining the origin of the box to the two ladies from the Church of Justice.

"...Many people died at sea, and it took a year and a half. Madam, this box came from the ancient East. I heard it was used by a princess..."

But the woman didn't believe a word of it.

She had long light blonde hair, and her lips and eyes were thin and narrow. When she spoke, her voice was inflected, making her look mean and sharp.

"It's just a wooden box, sir."

She adjusted her cape and light brown scarf, revealing a sharp chin that could have caused a bloody head injury if hit - one could not help but wonder if the captain imitated her chin to make rams to make the country's army invincible at sea.

"You don't even know what it's for, do you?" She pointed with her finger at the wooden box in the glass case.

The young salesperson began to regret why he walked out of the counter.

He had thought that these two well-dressed ladies were wealthy customers - at least they would not be so unseemly as to haggle over the price.

"Whatever it was used for, ma'am, you have to say it did cross the ocean, didn't it?"

While wiping his sweat, the salesperson turned around and winked at other salespeople in the store.

They acted as if they didn't see it.

No one wants to cause trouble for themselves. And between getting in trouble for yourself and getting in trouble for your colleagues, it is better to get in trouble for your colleagues.

"Sir, it's winter now," the woman mentioned, indicating that he'd better focus on herself: a guest.

"Of course, of course. So what do you think..."

"I think it might be used to hold something unclean." She glanced at the bottles and jars around her, some of which were even embedded with gemstones the size of fingernails. "This is much simpler than the other boxes. How dare you price it at fifty pounds?"

She tried to bargain down the price.

Yes.

The box that travelled across the ocean was worth fifty pounds.

A wooden box.

"Ma'am, this is not for me to decide..."

"Then call someone who can decide. Or do you think I'm just a woman who can't tell the difference, laughed a few times, listened to you, paid the money, and was fooled? Is that right?"

Her voice attracted the attention of more guests.

This put the salesperson in a very difficult position.

At this time, Shandel was not in a hurry to leave. He folded his arms and watched the show with a smile.

"Look, this is Libra."

No gentleman has yet spoken up for these two ladies.

But Roland guessed that if the dispute lasted too long, soon these people in top hats who believed they should help the weak and fight against the strong would start to criticize the salesperson.

"Listen to me, sir. We may only come to Bristol once. Wouldn't you like us to take this box and go back to share the joy with our friends? We met a considerate clerk who understood our troubles and was gentle and talkative. The transaction was as comfortable as afternoon tea..."

Roland tilted his head slightly.

"What are they doing?"

"Shame on you." Shandel's lips moved slightly: "Or, embarrass yourself in public."

Roland found it hard to imagine that there would be such people - based on his experience in London, gentlemen and ladies who could go to a store to appreciate items worth more than two dozen would never argue with the salesperson over the price.

The numbers on the label are clearly written.

This was meant for shoppers whose pockets were not deep enough: it would be embarrassing to ask the price and not be able to afford it.

With price tags, everyone can choose only what they can afford.

This is not only respectable, but also greatly reduces the workload of salespeople.

And right now, the two ladies in the store clearly think the price tag is inaccurate.

In other words, they have their own price in mind.

And try to get the salesperson's approval.

"…Let's not talk about how it traveled across the ocean, sir. You have to tell me, what exactly is this?"

the woman asked.

The salesperson hemmed and hawed.

He didn't know either. "Well, it can't be gold or silver, can it?"

The salesperson was helpless: "…It's made of wood, ma'am."

"Very good. Wooden, one box, fifty pounds." The woman adjusted her cape again, raised her chin, and looked around the store sideways: "Fifty pounds."

She repeated it twice, and it was like a fishhook to catch some self-important knight who thought it was time to help the weak and punish the strong.

as predicted.

"Come on! Wood for fifty pounds! Are you going to cheat a customer who has come from afar? A lady? I don't want to embarrass you, but I still have to say: it is not wise to hire your store manager..."

Roland raised the corner of his mouth and tilted his head slightly towards Shandel.

"Are they all like this?"

"Not all of them." Shandel whispered back: "A few of them will pretend... I mean, some of them know how to possess more properly..."

"I find it hard to imagine someone publicly harassing a salesperson over a set price... He can't control the number of items, can he?"

"If everyone was as normal as in the 'truth', there would be no war in this world, Roland." Shandel smiled and said, "Once you know what kind of qualifications are required to be a Libra, you will understand why they are so annoying."

Without waiting for Roland to continue asking, she immediately added, "You want to give me a gift, right?"

"I thought you liked it."

"You have already given me a necklace of great value."

Roland adjusted his earrings and said, "That's a return gift, Shandel."

The girl twirled her hair, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, then what's the reason this time? There's no need to give such an expensive gift between friends... Fifty pounds, Roland."

She spoke closer and closer:
“…Expensive gifts are only given between lovers.”

After a brief silence, Roland touched his belly and suddenly turned around: "I'm hungry, Shandel, let's go eat something--"

"Roland Collins." Shandel pinched the corner of his clothes and pulled someone back: "I want that box."

This kind of Shandel is interesting.

Roland suppressed her smile, frowned, and repeated what she had said before: "There's no need to give such expensive gifts to friends."

Shandel: ...

"I want that box." She was a little unhappy.

"it is good."

"Some people are born..."

"dross."

"Watch out for your head."
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Head? What happened to my head?
"…No."

"I feel like they might be more interested in each other's heads than yours."
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What on earth are you talking about?
"…You'll know later."
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You'll find out in a moment, while we eat.

"Why do you always threaten me with 'meat'?!"

“I don’t have to eat meat.”
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No?
"no."
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Then...

"I'm sorry, I have to eat it."
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Oh.

"Dear Roland."
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I felt respected, but not a lot.

"Dear King Roland."
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Very good, spanner.

Roland smiled and nodded his cane as he watched the two women embarrass the salesperson.

This is very interesting.

They reminded Roland of Cherry-Chloe and Nina Collins.

But the former are better at maneuvering, maintaining an absolutely decent smile, while removing the other person's jaw and pouring the most vicious words into their mouths.

The latter...

Roland didn't know Miss Nina's true character, but a woman who attacked Pearl over a disagreement was probably not someone you would easily mess with.

These two women are somewhat like them, but there is something missing.

Very crucial something.

(End of this chapter)