The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 296 Ch.295 Miss Collins

To Rose and Cinder's surprise, Roland had no complaints about 'wearing a skirt' -

Not only was he not dissatisfied, he even discussed with them how to match them up (although neither Cinder nor Rose thought Roland was good at this).

All in all, this is incredible for a man.

When they met at their temporary residence in Shandel the next day, when the two girls wrapped him in layer after layer of skirts, tightening and tying them constantly - he raised his arms like a doll, looking at himself in the mirror with a smile, and little by little he changed from a handsome gentleman to an elegant and beautiful lady.

They smoothed the dark hair from his forehead and wrapped it with black silk, put a necklace on his head, and straightened the folds of his leg-of-mutton sleeves.

She wore a rather formal cream-colored polka-dot floral outing dress with a dark red mantle with gold patterns. She also wore a tweed lace-trimmed bonnet on her head that was also decorated with tiny gold flowers. She wore a pair of blue cloth shoes with gold trim.

Among all the colors of his service there was a hint of gold, similar to the color of Roland's eyes.

"I can't put you down by being pretty."

Shandel adjusted his hat, stepped back, and admired his morning masterpiece...

Or the work of the All-Father.

So beautiful.

'From today on, you will be the most stunning.'

Cinder couldn't help but recite the lines from the play silently, and asked Roland to strike various poses.

"Look, you are just..."

Roland stared at the pretty girl in golden clothes in the mirror.

"Not bad," he thought for a moment, pounded his chest twice, raised his arms to the girl in the mirror, and shouted in a rough voice: "Long live the tough guy!"

Rose: ...

Shandel: ...

"Can you spare some time?"

Rose came up to her unhappily to do the final tidying up for her, and repeatedly reminded him not to do anything out of line: "Especially here, don't touch it, understand? A lady won't fiddle with herself in public."

She pointed to Roland's chest.

Roland did not say anything, but bowed his head and knelt obediently.

"A real lady wouldn't be so unladylike, Roland." Shandel asked Rose to step back a few steps, then gently lifted her skirt and showed her feet to Roland: "Use the one you are used to. Draw an arc with the other foot - as arc as possible, land behind the front foot, and bend your knees..."

"Be careful not to bend your upper body... yes, not at all."

"Only the legs move."

"very good."

"After you stand straight, slowly...sink down...very good, you learn quickly."

She taught Roland how to perform a lady's greeting, which was different from a man's bow or nod, and their technique was under their skirts.

"Kratov." Rose called out with a sullen face.

The gray-haired teacher who was holding up her skirt turned her head and said, "Hmm?"

"You don't have to hike your skirt up that high, do you?"

Shandel smiled and shook his head.

"I have to at least let Roland see how my toes and ankles move."

Rose said, "This does not include thighs."

Shandel: "Why don't we focus on business?"

Rose: "What does your business have to do with white lace stockings?"

"You said you didn't learn it."

"I want to take another look."
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In no mood.

"You think."
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I do not want.

"He who tells lies will never see the Batcave again."

Roland: ...
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I see you are cursing me. "Are we not the best of friends?"
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How can a wild dog be friends with a swan?

"…You don't have to say that about yourself."
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I didn't say I was.

"You didn't..."

"Who are you calling a dog?"

Roland tilted her head, lifted up her skirt, and turned around in front of the mirror. As she turned, she bent her arms inward and pulled out the dagger that was shining with a cold light.

"It's too heavy and too tight. If we encounter danger, I can't fight back immediately." He pulled the long skirt below the waistline. Wrapped in layer upon layer, it was not only heavy, but also greatly affected the movement - it would be very inconvenient if an unexpected situation occurred.

"If we are in danger, it will only happen if you are discovered." Xiandel stared at his dagger for a long time: "Then both you and I will be in big trouble. I think we don't have to consider the issue of counterattack... Where did you hide the dagger?"

Rose listened to them talking, a little reluctantly: "I can be a maid...right?"

This eager tone made Xiandel look strange.

Roland knew what was going on with her.

If you told Lillian Rose Vansittart that you were going to kill your wife in the kitchen, cut off her fingers, boil them in soup, feed them to your daughter, and then take her out to the square and smear her with flammable grease…

Miss Vansittart would ask only one question:
'Is that exciting?'

But who doesn’t have some little flaws?

"I'm afraid we can't take you with us, Rose." Shandel glanced at Roland and saw him nod slightly. He felt that things were becoming more and more interesting - the people surrounding Roland turned out to be this kind of people... right?

"why?"

"Because I don't have many friends, Vansittart. And one pretty friend is better than two pretty attention-getters. It's not a clean, safe place, and the name Krattorfer won't protect a burglar."

The last sentence is the key point.

Once the matter is exposed, Roland and Shandel may be punished, but it is hard to say whether they will die.

Vansittart is different.

"I'm just going to wait here?"

"No, just wait for half a day, Rose." Roland picked up the folding fan on the table and opened it, blocking his face with it, revealing only two golden eyes: "If we don't come back after half a day, we will go to the Tribunal. Go to the Tribunal to find Enid Judia..."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "So, I'm the 'last resort'?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn around, the corners of Shandel's mouth drooped and he rolled his eyes in an extremely rude manner.

madness.

"Yes, you are our last resort, our secret weapon." Roland smiled.

"Don't coax me like a child." Rose pouted, bent her knees, jumped on the closet with her back turned, and her two leather boots dangling in the air: "I still like what happened before. When can we do it again? Glorious London..."

Shandel was surprised: "Glorious London?"

Rose blinked. "Half of London's newsboys are celebrating this holiday... Wait, Roland didn't tell you?"

Then he turned to Roland.

"You didn't tell her?"

Ok…

Roland rubbed his forehead and said, "Does it count now?"

Rose: ...

The curly-haired girl slapped her mouth lightly and blinked at Roland with her big eyes.

"Half of London's newsboys...Glorious London...Golden case...Shocking scam...Gang...Hundreds of thousands of pounds..." Shandel stared at Roland and murmured: "Roland Collins, the White Veil Killer."

"All right." Roland snapped his folding fan shut, twirled his fingers in a serious manner, adjusted his felt hat and sleeves, and raised his chin proudly: "The ship has sailed, Cinder Kratov, my best friend."

“We are at sea now.”

Shandel was silent for a moment: "You are right, Miss Collins."

"The ship has sailed."

(End of this chapter)