The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 293 Ch.292 Explorer

'Their badges shone like broken glass in the sun.'

That's what the newspaper said.

Even though old Collins didn't know many words, he knew that this metaphor was not very good - the newspaper didn't record in detail what happened in Bristol, it just said that there was a disaster, maybe a tsunami, maybe an earthquake or something like that...

It recorded the greatness of the rescuers, wrote many praises, and called on "moral citizens" to donate money.

Old Collins didn't donate a penny.

"So, what a disaster."

On the greasy table was a large barrel of beer, thinly sliced ​​bacon and lettuce…

And fries that were hard as iron.

"A little trouble, some people died."

He didn't believe what the little bastard said - he was old enough and had seen a lot of "big things". He knew that if it was reported in newspapers, there might be nothing wrong. But if every newspaper was vague and evasive...

There are a lot of troubles there.

For example, Bristol.

Roland Collins looked as soft and docile as wax, but he was not made of wax inside.

What else can a worried uncle do for the child?

Nothing can be done.

If the Father of all things were really useful, His eyes would not be blind.

"You are not a carefree person, boy."

Old Collins forked up a piece of bacon, put it in his mouth and chewed it repeatedly, then picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, with foam and wine.

"You have family."

"I know." Roland held the wine glass and responded softly. He was used to this man expressing his feelings in a domineering way, and he was too lazy to dwell on this aspect - someone would cure him of this problem.

Like James Jones.

He was now looking forward more and more to his Yam coming to London and living in the pharmacy.

"Our family is in need of a woman, uncle."

Paul Collins wiped his beard and glanced at him. "Oh, you have a new love? Is it enough to make your mother's boss feel new about you?"

Roland said sadly: "Yes. Because she fell in love with a younger and better man..."

Clang.

The fork fell to the ground.

Old Collins' eyes widened.

The benefactor is above, he only suspected before...

Today, Roland admitted it himself? !
"How dare she do you—"

He cursed, slammed the wine glass down on the table, and looked at the 'boy' with a sad face, feeling extremely angry.

"Sit up straight, Roland."

The two thick eyebrows began to compete with each other.

"You are the most beautiful and the best person I have ever seen. You escaped from the workhouse and adapted to life in London in a short time. You have made many friends here-"

"You have an enviable face, a likable personality, and the talent to be chosen by the black crows..."

"I don't know who can replace you."

"If you ask me, you and that old woman were not suitable from the beginning: you should meet more girls, girls of the same age - with your face that looks like mine when I was young, you can definitely charm them so much that they won't even recognize their own carriages..."

He pushed the bacon in Roland's direction and refilled his glass of wine.

"Men should be more carefree and not act like someone is dead." Old Collins hammered the table twice: "You might as well come back and help me. Running around with those people all day long will only lead to a short life..."

Having said this, there was a pause.

The sound has also become quieter.

"…Hey, what did you do?"

Roland was puzzled: "Just kissing?"

"No more?" Old Collins was obviously unconvinced: "She didn't let you eat oysters?"

Roland: ...

"uncle?"

"Ahem, it's nothing."

"What oysters?"

"Nothing." Old Collins poured himself another glass of wine. "I know a lot of people, and there are a lot of good girls. Tomorrow... or the day after tomorrow, I will introduce you to a few."

“Alice is also good…”

Roland looked strange: "How old is she?"

Old Collins rolled his eyes at Roland and said, "How old do you think you are?"

To be honest, he could accept that something happened between that woman and Roland, but he couldn't understand why that woman would 'abandon' Roland -

Didn't she think that young men like Roland Collins were everywhere?
"I don't know what kind of new love your boss can find." Old Collins muttered, "It's not that he really has any unusual 'hobbies'..."

Roland thought that if he continued doing this, he would have no idea what to eat for dinner tonight.

"uncle."

"What?"

"…She likes men who can read poetry."Pseudo-Collins:…

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Dinner was indeed gone.

And Paul Collins emphasized that if Roland teased him with poetry again, he would go out to sleep (the actual original words were longer than this, but Roland deliberately omitted those unpleasant words.)
As for Yam Jones, the two seemed to have discussed their future many times in their letters - Yam was more worried about whether Roland could accept it, whether he could accept living a 'family' life with her and Pushou Collins.

Old Collins was more worried about whether he could take good care of the other party as he only had a small shop.

However, this matter has probably been confirmed, it just depends on how they negotiate the time.

If possible, Roland didn't want Yam to work in the textile factory again, and he didn't even want his uncle to be busy with the store all day.

He was rich and could buy them a big manor, hire dozens of servants, and raise cats, dogs, lambs, small exotic animals and so on.

Winter nights come quickly.

Roland turned off the lights early and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He is going to the Fairy Ring tonight to meet with Shandel...

Shandel Kratov.

"Saint", the almost saint, the granddaughter of the bishop, and the executor of the Inquisition.

Meet in the dream of an alien species.

Roland felt that his future was rushing in an uncontrollable direction.

'Father?'

The little candle swam to the pillow and rested its head under Roland's chin.

Rubbing.

"Good night, little candle."

The windows rattled in the night wind.

A petite figure landed lightly on the balcony.

It tiptoed and used a specially made thin needle to open the window lock.

Push open the window.

Flipped in.

The whole process was almost silent under the cover of the cold wind.

Roland lay on the bed, and turned his head with the small candle, quietly watching the "thing" in the dark come in, and even turned around to close the window.

Moving towards him silently.

crunch...

When the wooden boards bit each other, it suddenly curled up like a cheetah and pounced towards Roland!
bang——

The shadow fell on him, and after struggling for a few seconds, he was quickly subdued and turned over.

Roland pressed her down on the bed.

In the darkness, two people breathed in and out each other's breath...

"I thought you would never do this again now that you had money."

"It's not about money, it's about your pretty face." Her green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and she turned her head to avoid Roland's drooping black hair. "You didn't even tell me you were coming back."

Rose turned her wrist and greeted the little guy on the pillow: "Hi, little candle."

Roland always felt that something was wrong with her.

It's strength.

This woman is much stronger than before.

"Did you notice?"

Rose smiled dangerously, suddenly bent her knees, kicked Roland's legs with her toes, and twisted her wrist in the opposite direction with her arm.

As Candlelight watched in boredom, she climbed onto the horse.

"…Call me Ritualist, Official Ritualist, Roland."

She leaned over to Roland's ear and blew it, very happy: "Am I gifted?"

"I want to know where you got the gold and silver."

"Oh, you have a good friend." The girl who gradually turned from a thief to a robber freed one hand, sat on someone's waist, and played with someone's hair: "He said he would ask you to pay the expenses separately... If he dares to lie to me about the number, I will bring his sister out and make him pay double to redeem her."

Roland, who was pressed against the pillow, looked at his daughter silently.

Little Candle: Sleepy.

Roland: Go sleep on the table.

Small candle:?
……

"Name": Explorer (1st Ring)
Type: Secret Scroll Road (Third Crown: Busy Girl)

「Description」: A new beginning.

The ritualist's expressive ability and physical fitness are significantly improved, and he can skillfully use basic ritual magic (minor mysteries) and slightly reduce the probability of failure.

Master the use of most firearms.

Ability to identify items of certain value (mysterious).

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(End of this chapter)