The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 386 Ch.385 His Past
"Get away you stinking bitch!"

James Jones held a long knitting needle in his hand and glared menacingly at the other woman in the room.

She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed the man against the wall and pointed the big needle at his neck, ready to stab him.

"I will kill you!"

The threatened woman had smoother and more compliant brown hair, and was now smiling sarcastically.

She stiffened her neck and pushed hard towards the needle.

Yam Jones was so frightened that he immediately retracted his arms.

"…You know what I saw, Jones. Your little thing is crazy, you know that?" She was extremely proud, as if she had finally discovered some amazing secret - of course, it was indeed a very interesting secret.

After she said this, she felt the needle pressing against her neck loosen.

So she became even more proud.

"Look, look at what you've been doing - you've taken care of a little lunatic, is he going to slit your throat with a knife at night and hold your head all night?"

Without waiting for Yam to scold her, she quickly shook her head and changed her words:
"I don't think it's possible at night. You two will be busy at night, right?"

The vicious words not only insulted Yam Jones, but the venomous mouth also hurt the children she had been taking care of.

Yam Jones turned his head slightly and looked at the boy who was huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and not saying a word.

He turned and glared at the woman.

"Shut your stinky mouth! Marta! Don't let me hear any rumors!"

"Otherwise, when my husband comes back, I'll ask her to rip your scalp off!"

Yam Jones' threats were of no avail.

Regardless of the needle...

Still husband.

Everyone knew that her husband had died long ago.

"He's never coming back, Jones."

The woman pushed her, pushed away the sewing needle with her hand, and dusted her clothes. "Give me half of it this week, otherwise, I will promote you well... How about it? A woman whose husband died, a half-crazy boy..."

"By the way, do you know how the church and those doctors deal with half-crazy people?"

Yam growled, "Shut up—"

The woman grinned maliciously, glanced at the boy in the corner, and mouthed to Yam Jones:
'Does he make you feel comfortable?'

Then, he left leisurely.

This small room, which was crowded with more than a dozen people, was silent for a long time.

Everyone was silent, trying to stay away from the trouble - especially the crazy kid.

Why hasn’t anyone from the church come to take him away?

Yam Jones stared at the direction the woman left, gasped violently several times, and forced himself to calm down.

Then, put on a smile and turn around.

The voice is gentle.

"Little Roland."

She also came to sit in the corner, took the boy into her arms, and let him rest his head on her: "She is a bad thing, she wanted to steal our bed, I chased her away."

There was a heroic tone in the woman's voice, as if she had won the argument just now.

However, no response was received.

"…I shouldn't have told you those stories, Roland."

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

“Every kid does that.”

"When I was a child, I often had dreams. I dreamed that the prince climbed in through the window of my room... My room is on the third floor, ha..."

James Jones muttered to himself.

There were only dozens of rising and falling breaths in the room.

"That's the end of the story of the Knight in Shining Armor, okay?"

James Jones tried to lower his voice as much as possible so that the flies around him who were spreading rumors would not hear him.

"That's it. I won't tell you anything more, so as not to scare you, okay?"

"Just think of it as a nightmare."

Roland raised his head slightly.

The sight was nothingness.

But he always felt that perhaps, a pair of pointed metal boots stained with blood were walking past him.

He smelled blood and heard the clanging of metal.

“…I said something I shouldn’t have said, Yam, it’s my fault.” Little Roland whispered.

If I hadn't said something wrong, nothing would have turned out like this.

he…

Never tell anyone again.

"How can it be your fault?" Yam Jones hugged the man tighter and rocked him slightly from side to side. "...It happens to every child. It's not your problem."

The clanging stopped.

The boots stopped in front of him. He knelt on one knee.

"I will lead the way for you," said the knight.

The knight with a deep voice thrust his sword into the muddy ground. Roland heard the blade piercing through earthworms and the sound of meat juice breaking; he heard the hard metal piercing through stone and the sound of stones splitting.

'For you, the pioneer.'

The knight said.

What a wonderful world it is.

Who would consider this a curse?
but…

"Roland?"

Yam Jones noticed that the child in his arms was in a daze again, and he could not help but gently put his chin on it. "Don't think too much, you are just a special creation of the Father of All Things, a rare and precious thing... You are very smart, so the story is particularly true to you."

Very true...

'For you, the pioneer.'

The knight said.

Roland shook his head, trying to shake off the voice in his head.

He asked anxiously, "Yam, will I be... crushed to death? Or drowned?"

"What? No! Of course not! I would never let anyone hurt you!"

Yam Jones looked around at the silent people, listened to their breathing, and knew that these ears in the dark were not asleep.

Perhaps, without her having to spread the word, these people would tell everyone about Roland's 'abnormality'...

She couldn't allow Roland to be labeled a lunatic.

He will be taken to some dirty or cruel place...

My life is over.

"I'll think of something," said James Jones, "but don't ever say those words to anyone again, okay?"

"What you hear and see are not real, they are all illusions, your fantasies."

"Roland, you have to remember: you have hallucinations because you are exceptionally smart."

"That's not true, and it fades away quickly."

Roland leaned quietly in the woman's arms.

'For you, the pioneer.'

The knight said.

'Don't come again.' Roland thought. He hoped the thing could hear him: 'Stay away from me.'

Armor is silent.

'Don't come again, please.'

He is weak.

'Don't come again.'

The muffled breathing sound disappeared.

"I will find a way to prevent this rumor from spreading, and no one will try to murder my boy with dirty tricks!"

James Jones suddenly raised his voice and said to the whole room:

"I will go to the governor shortly."

"Then the truth will come out."

"If anyone dares to make up bad things in private, just wait! Wait for the tiring and dirty work and the whip! I want to see who dares!"

She picked up Roland and placed him on the cold, hard wooden board, then pulled a rag from the arms of the woman next to her.

"Give it to me! This is for Roland!"

The woman said angrily: "He is a man, is he afraid of the cold..."

"You don't want me to sew your mouth shut with a needle while you're asleep, right? Since you want to say Roland is a lunatic, why don't you let me show you what a real lunatic looks like?"

The sharp voice of James Jones frightened her so much that she stopped talking and turned her back to her.

'Two lunatics...' she whispered.

James Jones snorted and threw the sheet over Roland.

"Sleep well, little Roland."

"I will go to the director, he has the power to stop these untrue and malicious remarks."

Roland squeezed her hand.

"Yam, stay with me..."

In a place where Roland couldn't see, the middle-aged woman looked a little sad. Tears welled up in her eyes, but her words were still gentle: "...I'll be back soon."

"The director won't agree to your request." The boy reminded in a low voice.

"He will."

James Jones smoothed his soft hair with his palm.

"Roland."

"I will protect you."

(End of this chapter)