The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 51 Friendship
Roland really didn't want to mention what happened before.

Whenever he thought about it, he always felt that there was a strange smell on him.

She sent Randolph away with kind words and promised to visit him after he recovered. Then, the nun who had checked Roland's wound also left.

Fernandez looked at Cherry, then at Roland.

“…I’m going out to smoke.”

"I've known for a long time that this person is sensible!"
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What inappropriate relationship could there be between Cherry and me?

Wrench didn't answer.

Draw a smiley face in Roland's sight.

「(~￣ v￣~)」

"Are you okay, Roland?"

As soon as Fernandez left, Cherry's face immediately fell and she lost all her energy.

She pulled over a small stool and sat on it without any courtesy, and like Randolph, she also grabbed Roland's hand.

"I was so worried about you!"

The white powder on her face was much thicker than before - even so, it was difficult to hide the drooping corners of her eyes and the bloodshot eyes.

She seemed like she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

"What in the world is wrong? Is the job of an executive so dangerous?"

Roland comforted her in a soft voice.

After a while, the woman who was being comforted... burst into tears.

"…I don't know! He could actually abandon me!"

It's about Mince Chloe.

"...his cronies had been bribed by him and were spreading rumors everywhere - it wasn't that he had abandoned me, but I had been bewitched for a long time, the evil followers favored me, and I even seduced them..."

She pursed her lips, but in the end, she couldn't utter those two words.

Slut.

Tears flowed down her face, leaving two deep grooves.

"How could my life be so miserable? I—wait a moment, Roland."

She was crying and suddenly stopped sobbing. She stood up, went to the door, took a brown paper bag, and took out a small package of snacks tied with oil paper thread.

In addition, there is a small hand mirror and a box of powder.

She began to fix her makeup in front of the mirror.

Roland: ...

The woman, with tears still on her eyes, noticed that the boy on the bed looked confused and tilted his head to "search" with his ears. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and laugh:
"Women should always be elegant and decent... You don't know our secrets."

"Then it would have been great if you had asked your servant to cry for you just now."

"The servants can't come in. You, stop teasing me, I just finished fixing this place..."

Cherry rolled her eyes at him.

This married lady often reveals some girlish attitude when she is with Roland - when a lady thinks she doesn't have to be dignified, she must have a thousand ways to become charming.

Especially when facing the person they want to face.

"What a compliment! I'm old."

Cherry-Chloe snapped the mirror shut, raised her hand regretfully, and stared at the back of her hand with a sigh.

"It used to be like milk, soft and delicate. Now, it has wrinkles..."

"Theoretically, if the skin doesn't have wrinkles, the fingers won't be able to bend."
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In theory, you can remain silent for a while longer.

Roland didn't think Cherry-Chloe was old. Instead, he thought she was particularly young and lively when she was with him.

"I am twenty-eight years old, Roland."

Cherry-Chloe sighed, "My youth left me long ago."

Roland shook his head slightly. "They praised your beauty as that of an angel fallen from the sky to the mortal world, and your wisdom as that of the most knowledgeable scholar in the church."

Cherry smiled nonchalantly, fluttering her eyelashes, her eyes showing a keen insight into the world: "It is the family's land that adorns my cheeks, and the rich treasury that adds to my wisdom. Roland, I have lived at least ten years longer than you."

"That won't fool me."

Roland pretended to be sad: "Yes, it was Roland Collins who broke the dam in your eyes."

"Well, you bad boy with golden eyes, have you learned to tease me?" The two of them started talking about all sorts of things.

Just like before the injury.

He didn't know when it started, but when he and Cherrie Chloe were alone, they always seemed to be able to talk for a long time without getting bored.

She told him many 'little tricks' that he had never heard of before, all of which she had learned from her father since she was a child.

Banker's trick.

What an eye-opener.

"I don't understand your church, and you don't understand us..." At this point, Cherry thought of her husband again.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull.

"You still can't rest well?" Roland asked in a low voice.

"That sound keeps coming." Cherry clenched her hands subconsciously, with restlessness in her eyes: "I haven't had a good rest for a long time... Roland. I don't know what's going on. Did someone curse me?"

"I suggest you see a doctor."

"That's what he said..." Cherry Chloe sighed, "You guys don't let me in here, and today is a special case. I won't be able to come in again in the future. If I need to ask you something suddenly - no, don't introduce your older friend to me, he has a scary look in his eyes."

Roland thought about Fernandez's serious face and suggested, "You can write to me."

The woman curled her lips: "You can't see it."

Roland said mysteriously: "There is always a special way... We know a lot of tricks."

Cherry stretched out her finger and pressed Roland's brow affectionately, rubbing it twice with her fingertips: "You are not allowed to do anything dangerous, you must take good care of your injuries... I heard that many people were injured. A few days ago, Mingsi and I stayed in the police station for a long time. They were all rude and immoral..."

Seeing Roland's confusion, she explained, "Yes, you, you have been in a coma for three days."

We still have to get the answer from Fernandez as to what exactly happened.

Roland wanted to stretch his waist, but Cherry stopped him with a look of horror.

"Don't get up! You can't move!"

She pushed him back onto the bed, unwrapped the oil paper bag, pinched out the small biscuits inside, and fed them to Roland one by one.

"...I asked someone to make it fresh...Yes, take a big bite."

piece.

"Have another piece. Yes... that's great..."

Another piece.

She narrowed her eyes into slits and looked at the person on the hospital bed. Seeing his bulging mouth, her mood suddenly became much better.

This reminded her of feeding cats when she was a child.

So cute.

"I doubt they can keep you fed."

She complained while feeding the cat: "…The walls are bare and the bed is hard. There is not even a good fireplace, and there is no decoration in the corners and empty spaces. How can I recover from my bad mood and bad spirit?"

She began to nag and accuse him, as if to say, "If she hadn't been forbidden, she would have taken Roland to another good place for treatment."

"Yes, I heard."

"You only get one pound a week?"

Roland swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and answered honestly, "I am the reserve executive officer, ma'am."

Cherry's eyebrows stood up: "One! Just one and you're buying a life!"

"I am a believer, and I admit that the church does a good job most of the time - but with this little money, Roland, they are really stingy. In my opinion, if it weren't ten...twenty pounds! I would never let the boy next to me come here to risk his life!"

Roland listened carefully.

In fact, when he was in Falk County, he saw Mr. Abner doing "business" quite often.

A boy with good teeth, no major health problems and nimble feet would only charge two or three pounds - note, it's paying, not receiving.

But she is pretty, docile, and can make some money back:

He would first compensate the adopter some money according to the laws and regulations (Roland guessed there must be some), and then the other party would privately return something of equal value (or several times the amount).

This was the case with the Noti Golden Lamp that Roland almost fell into.

According to what he heard at that time, Noti Golden Lamp was very happy to adopt him and even visited him several times for this purpose.

Director Abner was really happy for several days.

(End of this chapter)