The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 413 Ch.412 Barbecue Hands

Miss Peggy talks a lot.

Starting from "Where are you from?", it seems that there is only one person in this carriage who can tell the truth:
Roland Collins.

She couldn't pay any attention to Rose, whose fangs were growing longer and longer. She was concentrating on staring at the handsome young man with his eyes closed, looking at his face and listening to his answers to her questions - but it was hard to tell how much she heard.

She asked them just like that, asking where they came from, what they were doing there, and patting her chest to assure them that she knew Inns Town as well as she knew her own body.

Then, half-forcingly, she insisted on finding them a place to stay—

And she promised that she was definitely not an immoral woman who made money by soliciting customers.

"Yeah, you look almost the same as your brother."

She didn't care about Rose's sarcasm, and always had that contagious smile on her face - just like now, a person with unknown identity jumped into the car, but she was able to leave a good impression on the two people in the car within ten minutes...

And get them to agree to her arrangements.

This is a girl who is born optimistic.

"I have been the happy pill of my uncles since I was a child." She smiled and pressed the bird's head back to her smock, jumped out of the carriage, turned around and waved to the two people: "Come on! I found a good value hotel for you!"

In front of the inn there were many carts filled with iron cages covered with black cloth, which were being sold.

Not far away is a beet field.

There was a wooden sign inserted diagonally at the entrance of the hotel.

"Grill Hands"

The town is densely populated with low buildings and filled with hunched-over boys, girls and children.

"It's not time to unload the mine yet. You picked a good time." The outgoing girl led the two of them in through the door.

The vest door creaked, and the person inside was concentrating on wiping the cups.

"Good day, Moore!"

Claude Moore squinted his eyes and said, "You haven't paid for your last drink yet."

Peggy rolled her eyes, wiped the dust between her lips and nose, and poked her thumb back with it pointing straight up.

"I brought two people with me. Look at them, they must be rich!"

"This is not a shady shop." Old Claude said with a stern face, lowered his head and greeted the bird in her arms: "Good day, little Gates."

Then, he looked over the girl's golden head and at the man and woman who followed in.

At first glance, he knew that these two people were of extraordinary status.

In addition to dressing, it is more of a "temperament" - look at the people in this town, if they can walk with their chests and heads held high, if they can walk calmly, and if their shoulders are not uneven...

This is considered a high-level circus.

This gentleman and lady had evidently been in some expensive surroundings.

"Good day, guests from afar."

Old Moore put down his glass and cloth and walked around the bar.

"What can I do for you?"

"Did someone promise to find a nice hotel for us?" Rose looked around - the pub was deserted in the afternoon. The few drunks only ordered a glass of the cheapest light beer in the corner, drank it all, and fell asleep on the table.

There was a foul smell in the pub.

"It seems you met a liar." Old Moore glanced at Peggy and smiled, "The BBQ Hand is not the best in town - I mean the pub. But it is definitely the most popular, and I don't have to be polite about that."

“If you want to experience the local customs and see the local characteristics, choosing a barbecue chef is the right choice.”

"If you have a higher standard and don't want to live with these busy people and can't stand the noise, I recommend you go west: go west, cross three streets, as far away from the mine as possible - there is a "harp" over there, and all the big guys go there."

Rose glanced at Roland.

This little action was captured by Old Moore and Peggy.

really.

Of the two, the handsome gentleman is the most prominent.

"Just stay here, Rose. We don't have much status." Roland tapped his cane, tilted his head, and used his ear to find the tavern owner: "I still need your help to clean up two decent rooms and provide breakfast and dinner every day."

"Of course, of course. It's rare for an important person to come here. I don't know what's going on recently. Goddess, please bless me."

He told Roland that they were not in the same group these two days. There was another gentleman who also...

"Oh, that's the gentleman."

Just saying.

Someone was coming down the stairs around the corner from the pub.

He wore a short hard hat, no cape or coat, just a shirt and a grey vest. His trousers were made of thick, dark-coloured flannel, and he wore a pair of informal indoor shoes.

"Hey! Sharp-mouthed!"

Rose called out, tiptoeing and waving.

The detective, who was thinking with his head down, soon saw the cheerful green eyes.

And Roland with black hair and closed eyes.

"You're here quickly." Kingsley stepped forward, looked at the two of them, then looked at the bird head in Peggy's arms, and then he realized what a sharp beak was.

…………

……

The pub was not as shabby as it looked - at least among the three people, two of them didn't care much about it.

Kingsley had a solution. When he invited Roland and Rose to his house, the two country folk from London were really shocked by the decoration of the house:
Like their room, the broken wooden boards that served as walls were covered with wool blankets.

In the center of the room was a low round wooden table, on which was placed a silver pewter kettle, a razor for trimming beards, and a three-tiered tray for snacks.

Compared to the dry old candles in Roland's room, the ones in Kingsley's room were plump and as thick as a wrist, and they lit up brightly.

obviously.

He paid a few shillings or pounds extra for all this.

Don't think that things are cheap in this remote place. No, they are more expensive.

"It cost me thirteen shillings. Things here are not cheap."

He pointed to the three or four burning candles on the cupboard and invited them to sit down.

Make your own tea using your own tea bags.

"Although I don't like my father very much, he is often right." Kingsley thanked him, took the cigar and scissors handed to him by Roland, and carefully cut off the hat: "We may have to stay here for a few weeks. The most important thing is to have a comfortable environment."

Roland and Rose looked at each other.

Old Collins was right.

This young man with an old face is indeed rich, and very rich.

"I haven't asked yet. The 'business' you mentioned - is it related to this mining town?"

"To be exact, a group of people in London sold something that shouldn't be on the market." Kingsley stroked the cigar label, which had "Golden Smoke" and some gold and silver patterns on it. "It's something similar to building materials, but it's even more terrifying than building materials, and the profits are even greater."

He stared at the two people, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Can you tell me why you are here?"

Roland hesitated for a moment.

"Same as you, Mr. Kingsley."

"We are here for the 'white earth' too."

He said.

"My friend has had close contact with this special substance..."

Kingsley nodded. "It can silently poison people, petrify their internal organs, cause them to cough up blood, or even cause them to die inexplicably. May the Father of All Things protect your friend, Mr. Roland Collins."

He wanted to continue, but found that Roland and Rose suddenly turned their heads towards the door.

A few seconds later.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)