The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 340 Ch.339 Cowardly Complacency

Halida saw the blonde girl jumping and waving at her from a distance.

So, he handed the work at hand to the dwarf beside him, apologized to the people around him, held up his robe, and looked behind the tent.

"Little butterfly, little butterfly!"

To be honest, Halida never expected that they would come to see her in person.

"Good day, Miss Taylor."

The dark-skinned girl tried to perform the lady's etiquette, but her gown was too long and too wide, looking out of place.

She didn't seem to have very thick clothes to wear, and only a thin layer of clothing was vaguely visible. Under the corner of her robe, a pair of slender, scarred feet were revealed.

"Good day, Mr. Roland!"

Randolph could tell from her tone and name that Halida was obviously closer to Roland.

"You look very beautiful today." Roland took off his hat and bowed to him.

Halida smiled gently, brushed the braids that fell on her chest, turned to Randolph and Bronte, knelt again, and repeated "Good day" - in fact, a true lady's etiquette does not require continuity and repetition, that is a vulgar and vulgar practice.

The real thing is to stop three steps away, greet each other once, talk about the weather, and exchange names.

The stay at the Mudball Circus apparently allowed Halida to absorb some of the local London culture:

But it's not quite right, a bit like Roland when he first arrived in London.

Of course Randolph didn't care. Since he could make friends with Roland and Vansittart, he didn't mind having this girl who was supposed to be a slave.

"Good day, Miss Halida." The businessman introduced Bronte to Halida again, hoping that they could get to know each other better after their last brief contact. "A letter from Edward Snow. He may not be able to return until the end of winter. I don't know if you still need help."

He glanced at Roland.

"Since we have the same friend, perhaps the Taylor family's doctor can relieve you or your family of some pain..."

His words hinted to Halida that he did this because of someone and who she should really thank.

Halida understood and thanked him quickly.

"My brother has gotten much better recently. Mr. Mason Lyle found a doctor and he said it was just a common disease for children..." Halida looked at Roland and rubbed her clasped hands nervously: "...Mr. Roland, I want to thank you too... Thank you... Woof!"

She became nervous again.

Beatrice started to giggle and imitated the sound of "barking" a few times, but Randolph glared at her and pulled her aside.

"Where are your shoes, Halida?"

Roland found a suitable time to ask. It was winter.

The girl's beautiful light silver eyes blinked twice, as if she was weighing the right words: "...donated...to the circus."

"…Sorry?" Roland tilted his head, as if he didn't hear clearly: "Donate? To whom?"

"Circus." Halida stroked her thick braids and said softly, "Mr. Lyle said that the economic situation is not good recently, and he wants us to pay more for the family and maintain the tent that shelters us..."

Roland said, "Excuse me, Halida. How much is your weekly salary?"

"Weekly salary?"

She repeated the word, but was about to make a strange noise again, so she quickly covered her mouth and took several deep breaths before she calmed down - although she still shuddered and hiccuped a few times.

"I…we don't have a 'weekly salary', Ro-Roland…Mr."

she says.

They were all "rescued" by Mason Lyle, so how could they demand a salary from their benefactor?

Mr. Lyle provided them with food and lodging: he let them sleep in warm tents, gave them soup and bread, and provided them with clothes.

Still need to get paid?

Don't be ungrateful.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Roland smiled and asked her why she asked that.

"Some, some people, my friends, are sick and keep coughing..." The tall girl stood in front of Roland with her head down, no longer as lively as before. She was like a loyal hound that rarely sees its master, wagging her tail that no one else could see, and carefully told Roland that he should not be like her friends and should wear more clothes...

A woman who was supposed to be a slave and didn't even have shoes told a gentleman worth 100,000 pounds to wear more clothes.

Randolph thought this was hilarious.

Because when they first met, she was trembling with fear.

Is this what it looks like now that I'm familiar with it? Beatrice poked her head out from behind Randolph, tilting her upper body.

"Little butterfly."

"Halida is talking to Roland, Betty, don't disturb them."

"Roland is mine."

"Roland doesn't belong to anyone." Randolph tapped the pearls on the silver hairband in front of Beatrice's hat. "He is your friend, and he should be the friend of others as well."

Beatrice was dissatisfied: "Not a friend, but a lover."

Bronte was horrified and bent down to Randolph: "Sir! I have never..."

After all, it was she who accompanied Beatrice every day. Apart from her, the Taylor princess had almost no contact with other people...

Oh.

correct.

Randolph waved his hand and walked the two away. He held his knees and looked at his sister straight in the eyes: "Who told you this word, Beatrice."

The change in address made Miss Smart feel a bit of crisis.

"You never lie, do you?"

The girl lowered her head and said nothing.

Randolph was right, her sister was indeed not a good liar - the exact opposite of the name "Taylor".

However, even if she didn't say it, Randolph knew who the 'lover' referred to.

He pressed his finger against his sister's forehead and narrowed his eyes. "That's not a word you can use, Beatrice Taylor. It's not time for you to use it yet."

Beatrice hid behind Bronte, feeling a little scared and a little unhappy.

"Roland is our friend. If you want him to be your lover, you must first understand what love is."

Beatrice fluttered her eyelashes and raised her face: "What is it?"

Randolph shook his head slightly: "I don't know either, Betty. You need to learn more and think more, and then you can teach your brother when the time comes, okay?"

Beatrice nodded heavily with a determined look.

"Wait until my brother learns, and I will teach him..."

"Yes, when I learn it, I will teach you too."

Beatrice tugged at Bronte's sleeve: "Well, little bear, you and your brother should learn quickly."

Randolph: ...

Bronte: ...

Roland didn't let Halida stay with them for too long. It was very cold in late winter and Halida was wearing only thin clothes. He asked the girl if she would like to find a new job.

She refused.

She said that everyone in the circus was very nice and like family, and her brother was also taken care of by Mr. Mason Lyle. She was unwilling and unable to leave the Mud Ball Circus.

This lie is too obvious.

"The cowardly have no right to live."

"She doesn't even have the courage to leave the place she is familiar with. Her cowardly character will bring devastating disasters to her life."

"The Mudball Circus is not a good place."
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I used to be extremely timid.

"You think I haven't seen your memories?"

Roland: ...
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when?
"Of course when we merge, Mr. Vicious."
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You are so rude.

"You think I want to see this? The boring past, blood, wailing, weak and ignorant creatures..."
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Come, tell the foolish and feeble creatures what is for dinner.

"…Meat, King Roland."
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I am just a foolish and weak creature.

"…How come you have no sense of humor at all?"
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Not only does he have no sense of humor, he also plans to stop eating meat from today.

"Don't plan on that."
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let me consider it.

"Don't think about it."
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I think…

"Don't even think about it."

(End of this chapter)