The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 359 Ch.358 Take good care of your children
Roland didn't think he was ill.

But there must be something contagious.

Today, Rose's performance skills are much better than before -

“Better than me.”

"If you insist, Mr. Collins, I can only be polite in my assessment of your acting skills: they are equivalent to nothing."

Rose glanced at the little snake that had just woken up, and saw it slide down from Roland's wrist, crawl onto the pie, and take a bite.

"But you still enjoy it, don't you?"

"We all have endless perseverance in certain things..." Roland curled his lips: "Okay, Rose. We are not hiding it from you, but this secret is so big. If you know it, I'm afraid it will only cause trouble..."

Having said this, he suddenly raised his hand to stop the girl from speaking.

"Of course I know that we live and die together now - since it is a 'cult', there is no bigger secret. I know what you want to say, so I plan to tell you."

Rose had a complicated expression.

She just looked at Roland like that, in the candlelight and the sound of swallowing.

At least twenty seconds passed.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Tell me the truth."

"what?"

"Have you forgotten about this?"

Roland: ...

Ok…

"No."

Rose looked suspicious: "But your expression is full of 'I forgot'... Did I see it wrong?"

Roland: Smile.

About his path, the story of Bristol, the great sin that Hawkins talked about, the Golden Island, the strange alien species...

You can talk for a long time, or you can make it clear in a few words.

He knew Rose didn't care if she was a criminal or if she was on a path that was not allowed -

He is worried about...

"What?! So we, the Winged Ones, are the criminals destined to overthrow the world?!!"

That's what I'm worried about.

She exhaled layers of hot air called excitement from under her skin, just like a cup of hot tea with fragrance yet to be fully absorbed. She exerted a little force with her ten fingers gripping the chair board, and leaned her upper body forward. Her two big green eyes grew bigger and bigger in Roland's sight.

If he himself is keen on creating chaos in order, then Rose is a reveler in chaos.

She doesn't create, but enjoys participating in every chaos.

For her, order no longer brings much excitement.

Chaos is OK.

"Who are our opponents? The Holy Cross? Or the royal family?"

"You said that as lightly as if the Holy Cross was made up of more than two thousand Beatrice." Roland extended her index finger and pushed the approaching short curly-haired head back to her own chair to prevent the face-smacking-gun-butt incident in the carriage from happening again after the 'creak' sound.

Green eyes bared their teeth at him, and they kept humming in their throats: "You, Mr. Roland Collins, you. I think there is no truth in your mouth. You hid such a big secret from your devout and loyal believers, and from your life-and-death companions - and you actually told me now."

She rocked the stool back and forth, making it creak.

crunch.

crunch.

The frequency is not low.

Before Roland could say anything, a violent, loud, and obviously deliberate cough was heard from downstairs - a cough so loud that it almost coughed out the lungs.

The two people upstairs were silent for a few seconds.

Soon, they heard heavy, deliberate footsteps on the stairs: the person didn't come up, he probably just stamped a few times on the first step, and then shouted loudly: "I made steak!"

Roland responded, and when he turned around, he found that Rose's face was a little stained with alcohol.

"…Rose?"

"Your uncle is really nosy."

"What?" Roland was confused. "...Nothing." The girl rolled up her hair and avoided Roland's sight. She sat upright and stopped shaking the stool. "So, you want my help... my... leader."

"I'm so lucky that we have the best hook girl in town."

Rose brushed her hair back and said seriously, "It's the best in the country."

…………

……

Old Collins had his own ideas about this girl, Lillian Rose Vansittart.

When the girl politely knelt down to say goodbye, he closed the door, added a few pieces of wood to the fireplace, and then seriously pulled Roland to sit down, and gave him a lot of instructions in words and deeds: This made the young Mr. Charming a little confused.

"We are men, Collins."

He said.

Then, abnormally, he took out a cigarette from the flattened soft cigarette box, put it into Roland's mouth, and lit it with a match.

Watching Roland take a sip and cough like an eighty-year-old man.

"uncle?"

"I don't care what you're going to do," Old Collins lit up a cigarette for himself, not caring about Roland holding the cigarette. He held it like an incense stick and didn't take a puff. He just muttered to himself, "I don't care what you're going to do, Collins."

"But since your last name is Collins, I have the right to say something about you, don't I?"

Roland lowered his head and played with the cigarette in his hand like he was waving a baton: "Of course, uncle."

"I own a pharmacy and have saved a lot of money over the years. I have lost my son and my wife, and I am all alone. After I die, I will have too much money to spend - if I don't consider it, the money will have to be left to the Collins children or distant relatives."

Old Collins held the cigarette in his mouth, taking every puff into his lungs: "Boy, act like a man."

"what?"

"I mean." He flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingers, turned his head and stared at Roland: "I can still afford to raise a child. Don't let our family's blood drown in the ditch overflowing with feces and urine at the door."

He patted Roland's leg, seeming to realize that he was too serious and was afraid that the young man would rebel.

Therefore, the tone slowed down a lot.

"Don't be like those masters, Collins, and don't be like those bad customs. We are all poor creatures who don't need pity - we shouldn't treat each other like this."

He said.

"I don't care how many lovers you have, Roland. But this Vansittart is different."

"She has little knowledge and may not even know how to read. How does she make a living? She has such a pretty face... If she has a child and can't afford to eat or drink, what do you think will be her fate?"

"We can't treat each other like this."

He seemed to remember something, and his two thick short eyebrows drooped downwards, like an old dog who couldn't find his home, without strength, without youth, and without people calling his name.

"She is different from your boss."

"If we don't care, she will die soon..." This was turned around: "...die very quickly."

Roland dared to guarantee that if he told him the next moment that nothing had happened between him and Rose, his uncle who had given so much "affection" would probably make him eat black bread for half a month.

Then I was sarcastic to him for half a year.

"I'll treat Lillian well, uncle."

"I'm not asking you to abandon your... shitty boss, Roland. Your status is different now, so that's not realistic." Old Collins frowned, smacked his lips, and spat a few times: "But don't do anything immoral, at least..."

"Don't do this to someone who loves you."

to be frank.

Old Collins may not know what Lillian Rose Vansittart was like when she was in the Elephant Gang, and he may not know how easily this thief can cut a person's tendons and plunder the remaining wealth of a struggling family.

She was not a well-behaved house cat that could be kept in front of the fireplace.

What he thought was different from the reality.

But...this is also good.

He didn't want to worry his uncle.

Moreover, what he had done tonight made Roland curious about the past of the herbal medicine shop owner.

"Can I hear it, Uncle?"

Roland curled up his legs, pulled a blanket over him, leaving only his head exposed, and looked at him eagerly.

Old Collins put out his cigarette and raised his eyes:
"Get lost."

(End of this chapter)