The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 54 Ch54 Principles, May You Be Like Her

Chapter 54 Ch.54 Principles, May You Be Like Her

Roland, I am very happy to hear from you.

Life in Fork County is neither good nor bad, but I think the weather must be better than where you are.

I have moved out of the workhouse.

After receiving the 'gift' you gave me, I rented a small house and no longer had to compete with others for a spot after work.

This is so good.

Thank you, Roland.

Before I left, those men and women often talked about you, saying that you were adopted by a big man and lived a life of luxury, but you were ungrateful and unwilling to return to Fulk County to help those who had helped you.

Bullshit help! They didn't give you a penny or say a word, nor did they speak for you!
These pigs and hyenas are so imaginative.

The kids don't have so many dirty thoughts. Some girls always knock on my door and ask me about you secretly:
'Will Roland come back? When?'

I guess these girls are waiting for you.

Before I moved away, Abner asked me about that lady.

This pig with a belly full of intestines!

I didn't tell him a word!
I read your letter several times and I'm so glad you found your home - having friends and family makes all the difference, right?

I told you, Roland.

There must be someone in this world who loves you.

Don't send me any more money. I'm doing a great job at the textile factory.

You and I now have our pockets full of hope.

We must live well.

——Love you forever, James Jones.

The three letters were placed on the square table beside his bed.

One letter as above, from Fork County, from James Jones.

The other two letters, one from the West District and one from the East District.

Lady Cherry Croy, and, belatedly, her uncle, Pushou Collins.

Since Roland had mentioned it before, the lady, who had been a little haggard recently and had a lot of troubles at home, wrote down her feelings in a letter and sent it in.

It contains the trivialities of life, curses on her husband, pain over the rumors that slandered her, and concern for Roland's illness.

No politeness, just as real as if she was nagging at me, "You're too thin."

Roland planned to reply to her.

After all, I don’t know how long I will stay here.

The letter from his uncle was very short, and it was Fernandez who helped bring it in.

There are not many words, but to sum it up:
'How are you?'

'I told you not to overdo it.'

'The big guy said you were injured. I guess it was your waist.'

'Without you, the ladies don't come here often, and we've lost a lot of income.'

'I'll wait for you to come back.'

"An old guy who has retired from the game."

Yes.

Roland happily unfolded the paper, placed it on a small board, and wrote back with the short pen the nun had prepared for him.

"Someone cares about you, Roland."
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I know, what's there to say?

"Look at your mouth, it's almost reaching your ears."

Roland hummed happily, swinging his feet back and forth in the quilt.

After comforting Puhu Collins and telling him that the letter was written by someone else, fold the letter and put it in the envelope.

Now, it was time to think about how to write back to Mrs. Cherry.

He held the pen, thought for a while, and then wrote on the paper:

"I wish you good health and eternal youth."

"I received your reply with great joy."

"You don't have to blame yourself for my injury. In addition to protecting you - my friend, this is also my responsibility as an executive officer."

"I remember telling you that I have a lot of stories in my head."

"I don't know if this can alleviate the noise that often rings in your ears at night, but if it can help you sleep well at night and help your declining spirit, that would be great."

"That's what a friend should do."

"I don't know what you would like to hear, so I'll take it upon myself to tell you what I like." You could hear a pin drop in the room.

Roland wrote quickly.

Those picturesque and lingering stories slowly took shape on the letter paper.

It was as if he was back in that dark, foul-smelling room - the place that almost changed his life.

There, Miss Nina endured the pain, day and night, and showed him countless wonderful worlds.

Now, he wants to secretly reveal a corner of the world to his friends.

Of course, in order to prevent the letter from leaking out, he chose one that was not so 'prohibited'.

such as…

The magnificent and dangerous dragon's lair where storms gather.

Dark blue ink spreads on the paper, and the boy and girl hold hands and look up at the sky.

"'My father is not a liar!' the boy shouted."

"'It's floating in the sky! I'll find it!'"

Roland hummed a tune, and the characters floated like clouds, kissing each other.

They became the scenery in the story, and as they passed through the storm, they sang together, filling the boundary between life and death with joy and sorrow.

"The accelerator lever is pushed all the way down."

"But he still couldn't catch up with that illusory shadow."

"'Stay with me, son.' The phantom looked back at the boy and seemed to say these words. He smiled widely."

"Witness and record."

"You are a witness to the legend..."

"You will also become a legend."

"My tears wet the clouds."

"That was the boy's final farewell to his liar father."

It's like an old story engraved in the yellowed pages of a book, waiting to be carefully picked up by a discoverer many years later.

Roland skillfully copied down the shining adventure in his memory, hoping to gaze at the city that was floating farther and farther away and higher with Lady Cherry Croy.

"'I am Roshida Doyel Ulu Laputa!' The girl was brave and fearless. She stood in the storm, and her voice echoed in the sky, as if it passed through history and overlapped with the kings of all generations."

"'My people are dead, my kingdom is lost.'"

"'We are legends among legends, miracles among miracles, stories that are passed down, and dreams that will never appear again.'"

"'Here...'"

"'As the last queen, I declare--'"

"'Fly!'"

"'Go to the sky! Go to the end of people's memories!'"

"'You are free! Punish!'"

Roland dulled the ink on the paper, skipped a line, and wrote at the end:
"I hope you can be as persistent and passionate as a boy, as brave and strong as a girl, and as free and carefree as the city in the sky."

"I dedicate this story only to you, to my friend, Cherry-Chloe."

"May you find clear springs and clean winds in your boring life, cleansing your bright eyes and pure heart."

"May you be like Roshita."

"Firm and courageous, free and passionate."

"It doesn't distinguish between you and me, and it shouldn't distinguish between men and women."

"——The fat Roland Collins who always responds to you."

The clumsy words fell on paper and became a romantic adventure.

Roland shook the letter paper.

The wrist paused.

half an hour.

Flames danced in his eyes.

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