The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 402 Ch.401 Etiquette and the Respectability of Old Collins

"What? You're going too?"

The girl sitting on the round stool was particularly elegant today - just like a rich lady, with her legs together, leaves hanging from her skirt, like a slightly swaying flower.

She also loves to complain like a rich girl.

"Oh my God, you really haven't seen anything, Roland. I felt these past two days as if I suddenly had a mother, and then she hanged herself at the head of my bed again."

Even though the girl whose mother had died said so, her hands holding the tray, her fingers clasping the cup handles, and even her shoulders were like ships on the calm sea - at least from a distance, they were still.

Beautiful etiquette.

Rose was a quick learner.

"I paid with my life, Roland." Lillian Rose Vansittart thought she had paid about twenty years, or more, of her life to learn this.

She was drained of energy and almost driven to death by those teachers.

——The teachers probably think so too.

"…They taught me how to enjoy dressing and undressing. Can you believe it? Who with a head on their neck can't dress and undress themselves? Can you enjoy this?"

Lillian was indignant.

In fact, she really 'didn't' enjoy it.

Real adults, ladies, and even gentlemen and aristocrats do not have to go through the tedious process of dressing and undressing by themselves: they will be served throughout the whole process, including washing.

This brings up a problem.

bath.

The fashion of the rich included bathing, which further separated them from the poor: especially the perfumed soaps, incense, ointments and wood chips, which made people smell fragrant all day long without any sweat odor.

It's really not cheap.

Well, bathing is an important part of becoming a rich lady.

"…I was watched by two maids while changing clothes. It was so embarrassing, Roland, you can't imagine."

"I really can't imagine it."

"I didn't ask you to think about anything else."

"I didn't think of anything else."

The two people had an argument.

In fact, there is one thing worth noting about bathing:
True gentlemen and ladies would not feel "ashamed" when facing their personal servants.

These servants who were responsible for warming the underwear, waiting silently by the side until their masters had leisurely enjoyed their clothes, were actually no different from hooks, hangers, and stools in the eyes of adults.

That's what a valet does.

To see whether a man or woman has a rich family and a distinguished status, one can tell from this alone:
Anyone with a sense of shame would find it difficult to "expose" themselves to their personal servants...

All muddy toes.

They have not yet learned to look at these servants as "objects", and they will never have such servants in their lifetime.

"They pulled my clothes as hard as if they were tugging at the hem of a thief's clothes..."

Rose was quick-talking, and halfway through her sentence she realized the key word was 'breast binding' - but it was too late.

"What are you pulling?" Roland tilted his head.

“…Pull my scarf.”

scarf?

Roland was shocked: "The personal servant Shelley gave you was... a killer?"

"Roland!" Green Eyes was angry and said, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I know, can I laugh?"

"No."

Roland nodded seriously, then laughed for half a minute.

Rose suffered, but the suffering was effective:

She now looked no different from those daughters of rich families, at least more real and appropriate than when she had been 'disguised as a lady to steal' - in terms of her grasp of etiquette and the details of her movements during conversations.

Just right.

"Old Shelley has got you a good teacher."

"It's because he's a good teacher that I feel bad." The girl curled her hair and frowned, "I can't live up to his expectations - I'm not his daughter at all."

"If he thinks so, that's fine."

The girl was silent for a moment.

"Roland, I don't want to lie to him."

she says.

"Maybe I'm a little stupid. I stole so many people's money and killed them. But when I saw his look, he was staring at me. It was like seeing another John Shelley. I felt so ashamed."

She sighed, still worried about the difficult problem.

It seemed like a simple question to Roland.

However, there are some things that you really need to think clearly about yourself.

"In fact, you should understand that James Shelley is not that fragile."

Roland hinted.

The girl turned her head away: "I know, Roland... I plan to leave for a while, and when I figure it out, maybe, I'll tell him when I come back. I don't want to drag this matter out for too long - that would be even more shameless." The two of them changed the subject and talked about Shelley's small business, the 'white soil' discovered by Randolph, and the county that Roland was going to pass by.

"Actually, Lancashire is 'by the way'."

Roland said.

"I want to take Yam to London."

"Your foster mother?"

Roland did not refute.

"Then we can send her to the Fountain of Youth! I have help now, don't I?"

The girl was happy for only a few seconds before she suddenly realized a problem.

"You can't tell her how I lived before."

She didn't have a deep impression of James Jones. She had traveled to too many places and met too many people over the years, and only settled down completely after coming to London.

"Me? I'm here for a small business of the Shelleys, in the town of Ince, across the county, and it seems to be related to 'Jet Spirit'."

Rose said.

Lancashire is not famous, and the town of Inns next to it is not famous either - but the mines next to the town that feed the entire land are very famous in certain trades.

Wiegand Mines.

This is also the purpose of Roland's "stopping by".

"When do we leave?!"

"Wait a minute."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until someone is ready."

A stingy old thing.

Question: How can I make the old man soaked in herbs look like he brags...

money.

The silk hat was five shillings, or thirteen shillings.

Buy expensive ones.

There were walking-sticks with silver handles, which cost from seven shillings to three pounds.

Buy expensive ones.

Including shirts, trousers, vests, leather boots, pocket watches, watch chains - even the small round metal box that held the pocket watch.

Buy expensive, expensive, expensive.

After Puhu Collins took off his work clothes that cost four shillings (he also gave him a tie, as Jews are very good at business), and put on clothes worth dozens of pounds, he was led to style his hair and beard, clean the mud between his nails, teeth and nose hair.

It looks like it's ready.

You guessed it right.

Old Collins insisted on keeping up and being with Roland.

'I can't wait in London and let her travel all the way to see me.'

He hesitated and went around in circles to ask about Roland's route.

"You won't go there by yourself?"

"Are you afraid I'll get lost?"

"I'm afraid Yam doesn't believe you're the one he's been writing to."

Since Roland was a blind man, Rose's teacher took Mr. Collins through the whole process. It took two days to select and match the clothes, and the whole thing looked brand new. When Roland handed him the gold pounds one by one, the old man looked so distressed as if his mother had died.

Whose mother died recently?

"Thirty-five pounds? You really know how to spend money."

He hunched his back and waited for the man with curly beard to bow and say goodbye and leave before he went to Roland's ear and whispered his dissatisfaction: "Thirty-five pounds for this body that feels as uncomfortable as a coffin. Thirty-five pounds!"

Roland would not argue with him on this point: "I have already booked a carriage, uncle, don't you have anything else to prepare?"

Old Collins asked Roland hesitantly if he wanted to take the guitar with him.

“…What piano?”

"You've been playing the piano on the second floor a lot recently. Don't think I can't hear you."

Roland was really confused. Why should he bring a piano to pick up Yam?

"You can actually play the piano?"

"Of course I can't." Old Collins curled his lips: "Don't you know how to do it? I've learned a lot recently, ding-dong, ding-dong, I don't even mind your noise."

Going around in circles for a long time.

then.

"You can play a song when Yam and I meet or chat..."

Roland: ...

"Is he confused about what is romantic and what is embarrassing?"
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I do not know.
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But I promise I won't bring that broken piano.

(End of this chapter)