The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 412 Ch.411 The Mine and the Streeter Family

Inns, Lancashire.

Randolph inquired about the source of the "white clay".

The Wiegand Mines are located just behind the town, hugging it in a semi-circle.

Charles Chloe was the owner of this group of mines, but that didn't mean he had complete control - his sister, a woman from Chloe's family, had married here and formed an alliance with a local noble family. Soon, with the support of the family behind them, they became more and more prosperous.

Although the family suffered a fire a few years ago, their son Henry Streeter was a smart and enterprising young man. After taking over the family business, he quickly controlled the turmoil. Streeter's glory was not diminished by the sudden fire.

If nothing goes wrong, it will continue forever like this inexhaustible mine...

"is it?"

The carriage was about to arrive at its destination, and Rose had packed up the three wooden boxes - putting them as much as possible into a carry-on suitcase, and stepping on it a few times mercilessly, it really became easier to carry.

"I've got to get a real suitcase."

The girl on the thin blanket puffed out her cheeks and glanced at someone's black suitcase from time to time.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. That's where I put my clothes - why don't you use your own?"

Rose rolled her eyes at him: "There are still my clothes in there. Don't I change clothes these days?"

"I won't change?"

"you are pretty."

Roland nodded. "I agree with you, Rose. But I still won't change my decision. I can't possibly free up half of my suitcase to give you the money."

"This is thousands of pounds!" the girl shouted, then shrank her neck in anger and lowered her voice: "Thousands of pounds! Isn't it more valuable than the clothes in your box? Come on, let's split it in half, isn't that fair?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "...you beg me."

"Tsk."

"I don't learn from good things."
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You have to have it.

Rose definitely didn't expect that this annoying guy would suddenly say something like this.

"What did you say Roland?"

She bared her teeth, but before she could pounce, the carriage made a clattering sound.

It feels like a stone is pressing down on it.

There were noisy shouts and footsteps outside the window.

soon.

The car door was knocked... and banged.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone in there?! Help me!!"

"I'll just give you a short ride! I won't cause you any trouble! Sir? Ma'am?"

He knocked very hard.

It was the voice of a young girl.

Rose was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened the curtains——

The carriage had just entered the town and was not moving very fast.

Roland shrugged. "That's a good start, isn't it?"

By the way, while she was distracted, he bent down and pulled out a few pairs of trousers from her suitcase, but his own suitcase was closed tightly.

…………

……

The girl who came in was very skillful.

This reminded Roland of the first time he met Rose - she looked a lot like Beatrice: blonde hair, blue eyes.

Just thinner and taller.

Much higher.

Her face was not very plump (as was her figure), and her eyelashes, chin, and upper lip were stained with soot.

Her hair was in tangles, and her upper and lower body were dressed like a tomboy, and both were dirty to an unbearable degree.

Like a duster that had just swept the entire manor, it jumped onto the car.

Apart from saying thank you, she just shook off the dirty dust on her body.

"Don't move! Ma'am! No, this is not a threat, it's a request!" Rose covered her nose, and her hand was as fast as a paddle that had discovered a whirlpool. "Don't move! Don't... Yes, be quiet, don't move... Okay, very good."

Roland closed his eyes a second before Rose unlocked the door. His eyes were so special, and they were highly related to Chloe.

and so…

He is a 'real' blind man these days - although such a handsome blind man is rare.

"Ahem... I... I'm sorry, I... Oh... There's another sleeping gentleman?"

Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, she really thought that the noise was small and couldn't wake up a sleeping man.

"If you could flick less, the sleeping person wouldn't wake up." Roland closed his eyes and suddenly said, "Maybe we have to deal with those gentlemen who are chasing after you?"

She was startled.

"Goddess is on top!"

"Let those up there stay up there. Girl, who are you?" Rose grabbed her and carried her to her side of the sofa - not to Roland's seat.

She figured out that this girl had similar hair and eye color to 'Miss Taylor', and also had the same hobbies as Beatrice Taylor:
Roland Collins.

Fuck love at first sight.

"Look at me, girl, look at me, not the blind man opposite you. Tell me your purpose - we are here to do business, and we don't want to offend the local big family."

The girl blinked her big blue eyes and looked at Rose for a long while.

"Oh, who are you?"

"This is our carriage, Dandelion, I'm asking you."

"Peggy." The girl didn't care. She smoothed her tangled hair and showed her two rows of white teeth: "You can call me Peggy."

She spoke with a strange accent, as if she was holding a piece of melting butter in her mouth. You could understand the general idea of ​​what she was saying, but it wasn't completely clear.

Enlarged tongue?

"Okay, Miss Paige. Look, we don't want any trouble, so—"

"I won't cause any trouble for you." Without waiting for Rose to finish, she sat down next to Roland. Under those angry green eyes, she shyly gathered her hair and adjusted her torn blouse, revealing large patches of white skin.

"Hello sir, my name is Peggy."

Rose: ...

I shouldn't have let this bitch up here.

"Hello, Miss Paige, my name is Jack, Jack Dawson."

Roland leaned to the side and bowed slightly.

"What a great name!"

What a blessing. Rose muttered something and drew aside the curtains.

Those people didn't catch up with us and seemed to have dispersed at the previous intersection.

"Are you a thief?"

Rose now had time to "interrogate" this wild woman who came from nowhere.

"Still a wanderer?"

"I'm a miner, and thief is just a part-time job," Peggy said with a chuckle, speaking in a strange accent, "In Inns Town, is there any profession more prestigious than this?"

"I think it's more appropriate to call you a robber." Rose looked her up and down, and was about to ask her colleague how much money she stole and who she stole from, but she saw a bulge in her arms.

Squeezed a few times.

Creeping up to the collar of the blouse.

A furry head popped out.

Bright yellow-green feathers, a short beak, and two black eyes.

A canary.

'Chirp? '

Rose put her hands on her hips and said, "Is this your brother?"

"It's rude." Peggy rubbed the bird's head with her fingertips and chirped a few times before looking up: "My friend, Gates."

"Gates? Guts?"

"I would prefer 'Courage'... Oh, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

Rose grinned: "Shelley."

(End of this chapter)