The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 400 Ch.399 Difficult Teaching

How difficult is it to teach an illiterate girl to read and count, and master simple calculations at the same time?
Probably as hard as getting old Collins to do a backflip.

Especially when James Shelley paid special attention to Rose but did not express anything - he might have considered the safety of the 'last heir', but the other vassals and servants of the Shelley family were not aware of this.

They all thought that the old patriarch had regained his youth.

So, no fool dared to disrespect their Miss Lillian: who would be stupid enough to offend old Shelley's lover?

The benefactor is above.

Since the death of his wife, no other woman has been able to live in the Shelley household - and with the young master having just passed away, this treatment is equivalent to a new 'possibility'.

Maybe the new heir will come from this girl's belly.

So, when she was assigned to start studying, teaching became extremely difficult.

Who dares to say anything harsh?

How are you supposed to teach a girl who can play with an ink bottle for ten minutes to read and recognize those paper friends she doesn't want to make at all?
The tutor did not dare to say anything, and patiently taught the child word by word.

That's nothing.

It’s the teachers who teach calculations that have a headache.

It was difficult for the old gentleman, who had worked in an aristocratic school, to explain to the green-eyed lady that three times nine was twenty-seven, but thirty times ninety was not two hundred and seven, but two thousand and seven.

'You'll need to find a better professor, James.'

In his opinion, every question this girl asked went to the basic theory of mathematics, which was a level he could never reach.

For example, she asked:

Why does one plus one equal two?

The old gentleman didn't know.

Perhaps, it will take another forty-nine... no, forty-eight years before someone can help Rose clear up her doubts.

Teachers who teach business have even more headaches.

Since the Shelley family's assets were widely distributed, the middle-aged man who was temporarily acting as a tutor and was actually the deputy head of the London district had to tell her the story from the beginning in a gentle voice:
Talk about the relationship between people, how to understand a person's personality, family background, and emotions from the subtle details;
What category does the Shelley family's business fall into, who are the friends and who are the enemies;
their expansion plans, and how to deal with those that are not doing well;

The Shelley family's business network includes important expenditures among income and important income among expenditures.

These complex but wonderful experiences (in the eyes of the deputy director) were no match for the boring number crunching for Lillian Rose Vansittart.

She didn't like these 'experiences'.

"So, can you tell me what to do if I encounter an enemy in business?"

The person in charge set a trap.

He didn't mention what business, what occasion, what kind of enemy - each of these questions had different choices and results, and if Lillian answered them, she would definitely find something wrong.

Then Green Eyes told him this.

"Enemy? Robbed his shop, stripped him naked, tied him up and hung him on a street lamp!"

"That's a good idea. The problem is, you can't do it this way every time." The person in charge trembled, swallowed the curse in his throat, and asked patiently, "What else?"

"Besides that? My friend is the executor of the Inquisition. Let him charge me with being a cultist."

principal:……

That makes sense.

He suddenly realized that Mr. Shelley's "lover" was not one of those uneducated women who only knew art or dressing up.

She has her own systematic way of doing things that comes from the street - rude, arrogant, but at the same time allowing for some leeway, and she is adept at maneuvering between taming and conquering.

The person in charge then became serious.

This girl needs a system that is more in line with rules, rather than the way old Mr. Shelley did it when he was young - the Shelley family has risen, and some of the rough methods are inappropriate.

then.

Among several teachers, only two had a high opinion of Lillian.

One is in this business, and the other...

She is the teacher of sewing course.

As for women's education, whether it is mathematics or reading the words in books quickly and well - perhaps gentlemen nowadays have a preference for words, but these can only be ranked third or fourth.

It is a universal course that is easy to learn but difficult to master that real women, women of all classes, must learn and that outstanding women must master.

Sewing.

Just like breathing, simple and important.

Whether a governess or a university teacher, whether a noble girl or a poor girl with muddy toes, these are among the most necessary abilities for women.

Rose didn't have to sew for herself, but she had to master this skill. It was unimaginable that she couldn't sew. Even soldiers in the army and sailors on the ship knew how to do it. At least she didn't need to ask for help to fix the buttons that fell off.

Rose's talent in this area is amazing.

A girl with clever hands.

"You're doing well in your studies?"

The awkward girl lay on the table without any image, tilted her head lazily, and glanced at the old man who pushed the door open.

He had just finished his work and knocked on Lillian's door before he had time to eat.

"It looks like you're as tired as I am."

Old Shelley pulled out his chair with a smile and picked up the manuscript on the table.

The letters on it are all traced stroke by stroke.

Some words sound like a fight, others like a kiss.

In short, I just don't stay there well.

"This is actually an art." He nodded as he savored the food. The more he spoke, the more ashamed Rose became.

She had stolen this identity, and what she enjoyed every day were things she shouldn't have enjoyed. She was well aware that it was not easy to hire teachers, young or old, and she also knew that with her real identity, it would be difficult for her to get guidance from these people.

"Don't really treat me as your daughter..."

she muttered.

"what?"

"I said, I'm not your daughter!" Rose's eyes widened, and she suddenly raised her neck from the table. "I'm not your daughter. You've given me too much! I said, I'm just helping you, just pretending to be the heir - you should publicize my identity!"

Old Shelley was surprised: "Of course you are not my daughter."

Rose: ...

"I really am not."

"I know you're not."

"I said, I'm not your daughter, do you understand?"

"I see."

"…You've been deceived. I don't have a father. I've been an orphan since I was a child."

"Now, do you want me to pity you, kid?"

Rose slammed the table.

"Listen to me, Lillian." The old man smiled so hard that his eyebrows drooped and a few fine lines appeared at the end of his eyes. "Listen to me. If you are a smart person, a truly smart person, you should understand - whether you are my daughter or not..."

"This is a rare opportunity, isn't it?"

"Whether you are or not, you should drink all this experience and knowledge like a thirsty traveler. Maybe you can repay me in the future, maybe you can't."

"But does this harm you?"

"Are they harmful?"

He spoke so sincerely that Rose didn't know how to start again.

Said: You were deceived by the monster in the dream, but in fact, it was Roland who lied?
Your only son, was abandoned by you?
You picked someone you have no connection with? Idiot?
Rose's chest tightened when she thought about the scene.

During these days, James Shelley treated her very well. Not only did he care about her well-being, but he also knew even the smallest details - which hand she liked to use to hold water and how much she drank.

If she really had a father, this would probably be all she could do.

Maybe not yet.

What should she do?
The girl looked worried, but old Shelley didn't pay much attention to her worries.

In his opinion, Rose was very similar to himself when he was young: in order to avoid knowledge that he didn't like, he went crazy all day long and no one understood him.

"Maybe I should give you a break."

he said to himself.

"Lancashire, the Shelley family's small business... perhaps you would like to go there...? Go in person."

Visible vitality once again filled the two green jades.

She was like a well-rested young hound that smelled meat and heard the sound of a fence being opened, and in a few breaths she washed away the twilight air.

"Of course I do!"

How could the clever thief give up the chance to return to the world?

(End of this chapter)