The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 417 Ch.416 Singing
Mr. Kingsley is a very interesting man.

He had the arrogance of a certain class in his bones, and he didn't think he was mean at all - for him, it was a long-standing habit, and he didn't even think there was anything wrong with his speech.

But at the same time, he is happy to apologize for his mistakes and is willing to respect anyone when it comes to "detectives": no matter their origin, status, gender, or whether they insult him openly or secretly.

"'Being friends with you is a sign of respect for you', that's not a very popular thing to say."
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Miss Nina's...

"Yes, there are many such people in your memory of Su Yue, whose body is gone."
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There's no need to show off your extensive vocabulary.

"Su Yue doesn't like people like this either."
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I think he's quite interesting.

"arrogant."
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Who is not arrogant.
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Much better than Mince-Chloe, isn't it?
"He's much better than a flea."
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Also.

"…So, you found out?"
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of course.
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wrench.

"what."
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Like Miss Nina, I am also constantly collecting stories.
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Who will you tell this to later?

"Your children?"

Without waiting for Roland's reply.

"Or maybe you thought it was your child but it was actually Enid who was carrying you and old Collins behind your back..."
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I knew nothing good could come out of your mouth.

"Same here."

The two songs on the 'stage' are over.

Amid the applause, Peggy knelt gracefully, raised the piano high, and smiled brightly.

The miners shouted at her to play a few more songs, but the girl just shook her head and ran back with the guitar.

Sit down next to Roland again.

The people around laughed knowingly.

"How did I play?"

She showed off to the man who couldn't take her eyes off, asking for praise: "How is it?"

"Great, Miss Peggy!" Roland laughed and clapped his hands, showing the same excitement as the other miners: "Incredible... You are definitely favored by the Benefactor!"

“Its lines are beautiful!”

"All colors become more vivid in it!"

Although Roland joined in the fun and gave decent comments, the more Kingsley listened, the more he felt like he had read these words somewhere before...?
Rose pouted.

"I'm not saying it's bad, but I've heard better ones, so it's hard to say how this performance compares."

The girl pursed her lips.

"My friend is more skilled than you... How can I know that? Because he plays for me every day."

Rose curled her hair, and when she was drunk she couldn't control the volume of her voice - she thought she was talking, but in fact, she was "shouting".

"Every day, Miss Peggy. To be honest, sometimes I get tired of listening to it, but he insists on letting me listen to two more passages - maybe he likes playing the piano? Maybe something else? I don't know the reason, but I definitely know what is good and what is bad."

Kingsley rubbed his face silently.

Women are really...

"Oh, who? You mean Mr. Dawson?" Peggy glanced at Roland, very curious: "You actually play the piano for someone who doesn't want to listen every day just to practice?"

"I didn't say I didn't want to!"

"You just said you didn't want to hear it... We can't deceive a gentleman like this." Peggy sighed.

Rose was dissatisfied: "What I said is: sometimes... You can also understand it as 'occasionally' - in fact, he is willing to play and I am willing to listen. Miss Peggy, why do you always express incorrect opinions on things you don't understand?"

Peggy was not angry at all, blinking her big eyes: "Maybe because..."

"I'm more honest than you."

This sentence completely shattered Lillian Rose Vansittart's "lady barrier".

She slammed her wine glass down, staring at the filthy bitch with her green eyes, revealing her true colors: "Are you fucking done yet?!"

The two of them didn't notice that when they mentioned 'exquisite', the noise in the tavern became quieter and quieter.

Getting smaller and smaller.

Everyone tried to suppress their laughter, waiting for the final outburst.

Until the green-eyed guy cursed.

Then everyone started the long, choppy 'haha'.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—” No one thought there was anything wrong with this, and no one spoke for Peggy, complained, or scolded the three outsiders—it was so funny, didn’t it go in line with carnival and taverns?

"Look, Paige has a good enemy."

"I don't like those with shoulders that look like a scale. Now it's suitable..."

"That man is indeed handsome."

“I just don’t like to laugh.”

"I mean the blind one."

Rose blushed.

"Do you like this gentleman too?"

"I... I don't like it." Rose gritted her teeth and squeezed out the long-lost courtesy: "I just think it's not decent to express love to someone you just met..."

Peggy smiled but said nothing.

But he gave the piano to Roland.

"How about playing a song for me and your friends, and for this night's revelry?" She held Roland's wrist and shook it vigorously. "Let us see the skills of the traveler."

"Tell us about what's going on outside."

"How about it?"

Roland held the neck of the guitar and asked, "Everyone, Eden Anthem?"

Some people were dissatisfied: "Fuck the Holy Cross! Give us something irreligious! Something blasphemous!"

This surprised Kingsley quite a bit.

Because when this person shouted "blasphemy", no one objected or became silent - the people around him all agreed and strongly expressed that they did not want those "decent" ones.

There are churches in Lancashire.

Innstown does not.

This is unforgivable for a devout believer, but it is different for the miners who have always lived on this land.

"Then... let me think about it?"

But Peggy didn't give Roland time to refuse. She forcibly pulled his hand, pulled him up, and led him to the bar.

Some people cheered, some applauded, and shouted for him to be given a chair with the highest back.

"I still have some strength."

Roland supported himself on the counter with his backhand and jumped up like her.

Take the piano.

This neat move earned him applause that was no less than that from Peggy just now.

But soon, the pub became quiet again.

Everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what kind of song this outsider, this noble man who could touch the stringed instrument would play or sing.

The firelight flickered, and some shadows outlined the young man's features. The blurry and blurry features made the clear features more prominent, a face that was superior to that of an ordinary person.

They looked directly at the outsider and the man who was pondering the zither.

Perhaps they had only just discovered what a dazzling jewel Peggy had found amidst the gravel and mud.

'…He is so beautiful.'

Some people lamented.

This is also the feeling of everyone.

And when the velvety soft voice stepped over everyone's ears like a cat and jumped a few times, everyone fell silent.

The man spoke softly, as if telling the people present a story that he, his friend, or his friend's friend had heard by chance - but that didn't matter, who cared where the story came from?

He sat quietly by the fire, lowered his eyes, flipped through the yellowed diary, and stroked the strings of a guitar like stroking old pulp paper.

In a lazy voice.

·Hello darkness, my old friend…

Music speaks for the heart.

(End of this chapter)