The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 410 Ch.409 The Winged Ones' First Action
Roland left for half an hour and returned to Yam's rental place at exactly 30 minutes.

Rose was spelling on the table with her cigar, bored.

She changed to a reclining chair, changed into a pair of trousers, and squatted on the chair barefoot to fiddle with it.

"You're not going anywhere."

"What?" The dusty young man had just taken off his hat when he felt a strange and burning gaze coming from behind him. This greeting was unusual: "Where is it?"

"Don't try to lie to me."

Rose curled her lips, picked up an uncut cigar and bit it between her teeth.

"I haven't been in Fork County long, but I know more than you do—it's a place full of nasty people."

"Oh, you mean the girl?" Roland smiled and went to the table to pour himself a glass of water.

"…Now I don't have to worry about money, but I have to warn you: don't look for cheap stuff. The Elephant Gang took over a lot of it, and the bottom is like rotten and smelly mud… What are you laughing at! I'm serious!"

Roland laughed and a mouthful of water spurted out and flowed down his chin.

"Spend more money and don't be stingy like your uncle. You can't get anything good for a few pennies, and you will only get a lot of diseases. There are some good ones in the West End of London, and they seem to be able to dance and play the piano..." Rose obviously knew more than Roland, perhaps even more than Fernandez.

She has a small map in her head, a small map of the distribution of these special professionals.

“I heard there are some that can fly…”

Roland was finally surprised: "What? Who can fly?"

"woman."

Rose had a look on her face that said, "Look what I said." "There's even one covered in jewels... My money is with you too, so you're not allowed to spend it."

After she finished speaking, she felt that it was not enough, so she added:
"Don't spend more than a hundred pounds a month. That's a waste... If you insist on following the example of those young masters... You know, that money is earned through hard work."

"I got it by tricking her hard." Roland corrected her, and suddenly became curious: "Is it better to be able to fly, or to have gems?"

Rose didn't expect him to ask this, and answered subconsciously: "Of course it's with gems! If I were a man, I might be able to make a fortune from this - Roland!"

Roland wiped his eyes and said, "Life is hard, let them go."

The girl said with a gloomy face: "Life is hard? I saw it when I was a child. They are all very rich... At least they are richer than me before."

Just live shorter than the average person.

"So, you went looking for a woman?" She 'accidentally' repeated the original question.

"man."

"what?!"

"To be exact, it's the coachman." Roland pointed out the window and smiled slyly: "I hired a carriage. He will follow us until tomorrow when we send them to the station. Now, do you know what to do?"

Rose's eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, but she immediately understood Roland's thoughts.

"This is so..." She shouted excitedly, then immediately lowered her voice: "...This is wonderful!"

Roland straightened his back and gave orders.

"So... the Winged One: Lillian Rose Vansittart!"

"Yes!"

"Now I'll give you your first task!"

"Yes!"

“Start packing!”

The two mentally ill young men began to circle around the house with a squeaking sound, like mice coming out for a tryst at night.

Rose was fine, she just moved the odds and ends one by one.

Roland simply picked up the cabinet that was half the height of a person and slid across the living room like a silent elephant.

Rose's eyes widened in shock: this was much more frightening than rolling an iron bar into beads.

'What are you doing? ! ' she whispered.

"Moving things." Roland answered in a whisper.

'Move it bit by bit! Idiot! You can't even get out of the door!'

'So fast.'

'It would be quicker to blow up this house.'

'What about Yam's things?'

'You can tell her it was just a joke - just like I'm telling you now!'

Crazy practice.

The madness of acting without a plan.

But both of them happened to like this approach.

Thus, the rented house gradually became empty as the two moving elves worked hard. Roland didn't know what parts of the house had already been there when Yam rented the house, and what parts were purchased later.

unimportant.

Just move away and leave some money behind.

The driver watched the moon, and after soothing the horses, he wrapped himself in a thick coat and curled up in the carriage to take a nap - there was a wooden covered wagon behind the carriage. Listening to his snoring, the two young men emptied the house in less than two hours and filled the wagon cover at the back with things.

This is the end.

The first action of the Winged Ones.

It was to steal James Jones's furniture.

and knife and fork.

…………

……

Early the next morning.

James Jones got up, washed, and prepared to go to work with other workers in a factory far away from the town center.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked from the bedroom to the living room. Then, she let out a short and loud scream!

Puhu Collins woke up at the noise and rushed out of the other room barefoot, with his pajamas unbuttoned.

"What happened? Thank you, Lord!"

Unbelievable scene.

The room was empty, nothing was left.

"Roland!" Yam was distracted for only a few seconds before he immediately called out the name.

She was afraid that the burglars would not only steal but also kidnap Roland and the girl - these two people were, in a way, more valuable than the furniture, the cutlery, or even the whole house.

"What?" Roland and Rose came out of the room not long after they slept, their eyes heavy: "...What?"

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency... I thought you were also kidnapped..." Yam was deflated and slumped in the chair - there were no chairs left, so she could only lean against the wall and pat her chest again and again to comfort herself.

Rose slipped along the wall, came to old Collins, tiptoed and whispered something to him.

The more he listened, the weirder his expression became.

Glancing at Rose.

'real? ’

'right. ’

'You two must be crazy.'

'Come on, sir, don't you want to...?'

'…Don't tell her you told me that, and don't tell her I knew that.'

Old Collins patted his butt and turned back to the house. It took him only three minutes to get dressed - his coat, watch chain and other decorations were all wrapped directly in his cloak, and he rushed out the door impatiently.

Yam was stunned by what he saw.

"Roland? What happened to this gentleman?"

"He has urgent business." Roland nodded to Rose who was passing by. The girl went outside to arrange for the driver. "You will also have urgent business soon, Yam."

"I?"

Yam finally realized, "I still have to work! It's too late... Roland, my clothes, the thieves took away my closet! These bastards! Are those cheap things worth their trouble..."

The bastard himself smiled and said nothing.

"Assholes! I'm going to tell the police! How could these people--"

"Yam."

"what?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to come back to London with me."

"Lun... No, Roland, I haven't thought about it yet. You have to give me some time."

"Give you twenty years, is that enough?"

"Twenty - No, Roland, I'm not kidding you, I really need some time... I... I need to think about it..." Yam began to look worried again, "I need to think about it carefully..."

Roland bent down and hooked his arm.

He just picked her up.

"I have to think - Oh my God! Roland! You scared me... We are going to..."

Roland held her and opened the door.

Carriages and covered wagons are right in front of us.

The furniture couldn't be hidden either.

"We are going to...Benefactor! You bastard! Roland Collins! You have bad eyesight! You will make us fall together - Ro... Bastard! Bastard! I was wondering how a blind thief could take my pot and fork... Roland! Put me down! You little bastard..."

Yam cursed, but all he did was toss and turn, like a light little feather.

Roland held her in his arms and walked to the carriage.

Rose opened the door.

The latter took a step forward and thrust out his arms.

With an exclamation, Yam Jones briefly flew into the air, glided for a distance, and landed accurately on the legs of Pushu Collins who was sitting on the sofa in the carriage.

Both of them were embarrassed.

Roland slammed the door shut, telling the driver he could go.

"See you in London, you two."

He tapped his forehead with two fingers, touched his chest and bowed, while Rose nodded and knelt, performing a standard lady's greeting.

Afterwards, the two looked at each other, laughed and clapped their hands!

"Perfect! Winged One!"

As the horses' hooves tapped, the wheels began to move forward.

Yam opened the glass window and cursed the little lunatic fiercely: "How dare you move all the things away! Do you know that those are Mrs. Spiller's furniture! Oh my God, she will scold me to death... Roland! You little bastard... Leave the money! Go to Mrs. Spiller and leave the money! We can't do this--"

Roland just stood there, smiling as he watched the carriage getting smaller and smaller.

"This little bastard!"

The lady in the carriage closed the window and continued to mutter.

"I knew that sooner or later he would..."

Puhu Collins laughed: "He can be a jerk sometimes, often messing up my herbs and stuffing them into boxes that don't fit."

Yam raised his eyes and said, "He has a problem with his eyes, sir, you have to understand him."

Paul Collins: …

(End of this chapter)