The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 411 Ch.410 Goodbye Falkshire

Mrs. Spiller was a good person.

After Roland sincerely explained the situation, he soon gained her understanding and blessing:

She understood Roland's behavior and sincerely wished James Jones a good life in London, to find a good man, and maybe even to make a man crazy and lose his mind before she got old and ugly, so that he could crumple the thin piece of cloth into a thin string and push it apart with his fingers, and then put it in.

Have some kids while you're still young.

Roland thought that there was no need for her to describe it in such detail - for example, after talking about Yam, she started complaining again, staring at Roland with a strange look and some expectation, talking about the entertainment activities she and her dead husband had when they were alive.

Most of them are night activities.

For example, for a man who performed poorly and cried bitterly, what methods did she use to help him regain his dignity as a man?

Oh.

During this period, a trivial incident occurred.

Director Abner's home was robbed.

It was really visited by a thief.

He cried like a little girl who had been badly beaten for the first time. He kept pestering the town police and howling, guessing who hated him and saying that the criminal might be among them.

The town police couldn't do anything.

They couldn't arrest people based on suspicion - this town was small and most people knew each other. If they did that, they would have to be careful when walking at night in the future.

So, Director Abner lost the wealth he had accumulated over the years.

After this incident, his wife and three sons had a huge quarrel, and a lot of interesting things happened during that time. Roland and Rose would rather stay here for a day and enjoy watching this farce.

——Because almost all of Abner’s property was stolen by some bastard.

This directly caused the three sons to go crazy.

The eldest son thought his father was old and asked him to step down from his position so that he could take over the management of the workhouse.

The second son said that he was the most unlucky one, as he had neither benefited from the event nor saved any money. Therefore, he asked his father to give him the house and the carriage.

The third son wanted nothing.

Under his mother's arrangement, he went to another wealthy family in the town early the next morning - his wife died early, and now he has a group of children, responsible for plumbing and chimney work. At the same time, he also privately bought a boat with someone and made a lot of profit every year.

The third son went there just like that, calling it "being a guest", but he refused to turn back no matter what others said.

'You should be a man! Like my true and beloved son, and live a hard life with your father for a while!'

'I have no idea what you mean, sir.'

Later, Abner realized that the problem was not that his beloved youngest son was snobbish.

The question is why the bastard who bought the boat agreed to let his little son be a 'long-term guest' - this question undoubtedly spreads from 'rich and poor' to 'love', 'family' and 'shooting'.

Poor Mr. Abner fired, but someone more considerate helped him load the target.

Rose burst out laughing.

So did everyone else in town.

Since the largest amount of money in Stitch Abner's "treasure chest" came from a bank's bearer deposit certificate, he couldn't publicize how huge the amount was - he wanted to save enough and use the money to exchange for shares and drink a spoonful of soup from the adults' golden rice bowl.

It's all gone now.

It is expected that this will be a famous joke in Fukushima County in the next year... or even a dozen years.

"I thought you were going to kill him."

In the carriage, Rose sat on the carpet.

She was surrounded by sovereigns and crumpled bills, open boxes and broken padlocks.

“Sometimes living is more tormenting than dying.”

The carriage passed through the town and stopped at the poorhouse.

Unfortunately, almost all of Roland's former celebrities are no longer here.

Either they freeze to death, or die in pain from eating something unclean.

Otherwise, they will be taken away by someone early and die in the endless work.

There are many ways to die.

The woman who had bullied Yam and him was said to have married a shoe shiner. Later, she was too stingy and didn't want to use the seasoning she bought with money when cooking. Instead, she used "cheap stuff" from somewhere. She died one night together with the shoemaker.

When found, the body was rotten.

Come and go.

Roland stayed at the door of the workhouse for a long time and saw that all the faces were unfamiliar - the people here were replaced much faster than the parts in the factory.

Batch after batch.

The only person who might still be alive is the girl mentioned in Yam's letter, who always asks about his whereabouts.

The girl was taken away by an old gentleman and it was said that they went out to sea together and never came back.

'I wish her a peaceful life.'

Roland adjusted the brim of his hat, turned around and got on the carriage, heading to the west side of the town.

Twenty minutes later, we stopped in front of a wasteland.

Rose shook out her tweed pants, opened the door and jumped down, taking a deep breath.

"I still remember the time you threw the dinner knife and it almost hit my face."

The place where the two people are standing is the old house of the Collins family.

The house of Thales Collins.

The bloody cave burned by flames.

"Why don't they build here, worried about the curse, or the Inquisition?"

"Look, there are mice."

Roland said nothing and walked forward on the gravel and rotten wood.

'Since I was a child, I have dreamed of living in such a big house and having servants to serve me. 'The girl holding the umbrella walked lightly. The sharp and disordered stones could not stop her fantasy like the wind. 'If you want food, someone will bring it to you. If you want drink, someone will bring it to you. '

'She can also change my clothes and help me put on makeup.'

'I like the rotten life.'

She sighed.

Roland continued: "...and the rotten self?"

"Blind and venomous monster." The girl with a blurred face raised her arms and brushed her face, neck, and all the way down to her waist. "I am so beautiful, how could I rot?"

"Your excrement is piled all over the bed."

'That's pretty shit, too.'

"As beautiful as you are?"

'Why do you have such an annoying mouth?'

After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled: "It's over, how can I face a man who cleaned up my shit..."

Rose did not go to the center of the ruins with Roland.

She just stood beside the carriage, quietly watching Roland like a lonely boat being pushed farther and farther by the waves, listening to the smile in his voice, listening to him talking to himself, talking to that empty place, and to the "thing" that did not exist.

We had a great chat.

The driver was a little scared.

"…Miss? When are we leaving?"

"Very soon." Rose stared at the back and said in a faint voice.

"But you...you didn't tell me in advance that you were going to come to this place—"

The girl turned around like the wind, staring at the driver quietly with her green eyes. This quiet gaze was far more threatening than her previous fierce gaze.

Unconsciously, something called "Shelley" was like a dyed green mist, making the two gems even more profound.

It also makes people grow distinctive fangs.

The driver wisely kept his mouth shut.

About ten minutes.

Roland came back with brisk steps.

"I thought you would find some shelter."

Rose pouted, "I was afraid you'd fall into the rubble."

Roland opened the car door and let Rose get in first. "And then a sharp stone happened to pierce your throat?"

"This is the first time I've seen someone like cursing himself so much."

Bang.

After the door was closed, the driver finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How about memories?"

"Great." Roland smiled. "The Forkshire of my life is over."

He drew the curtains to block the sunlight out of the car.

"You don't have to come back anymore."

Rose kicked off her shoes, and her two short white socks stepped on the cheap thin carpet. After pecking at it, she bent up again and wrapped her calves with her arms.

She was as silent as Roland.

After a while, because of the 'bump', she leaned her head gently on his shoulder.

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

she said softly.

(End of this chapter)