The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 64 Lei

Lei was a new servant who was not very good at taking care of people. As soon as she entered the room, she kicked the girl's scraper and scrub brush, making them snap loudly, making Beatrice scream "Ah ...

She grabbed Roland's sleeve and pointed at the young maid with her other hand. She ran over anxiously without waiting for Roland to speak, snatched all her bottles and jars and held them in her arms.

Lei reluctantly let go of her hand and glanced at Roland secretly, as if she knew he couldn't see.

"Well, if you don't give it to me, how am I supposed to clean it up?"

The maid's voice was soft, but her face was full of impatience.

After Beatrice snatched the boar-bristle brush, she glared at her fiercely, snatched the brush back and threw it to the ground.

The oil can fell over with a clang.

"Oh! How could you throw it around? These are all bought for you by Mr. Taylor..."

She glanced at Roland, whose expression was unchanged, and took out a rusty yellow towel and wooden comb with gentle words but disgust. With her other hand, she grabbed Beatrice's curly golden hair and pulled her to her side.

The hair that was tangled together by the pigment felt made a clicking sound when it was combed. The maid held the comb and pulled it down hard. Strands of golden hair were pulled off the scalp and tangled in the teeth of the comb.

"pain."

Beatrice cried out in pain.

"I didn't use any strength at all, miss." Lei glanced at Roland again, and confirmed that his eyesight was really not good. Then she turned back with confidence and raised her right hand as if to hit.

Beatrice shrank her neck and quickly shut her mouth.

She gritted her teeth and looked at the maid with tearful eyes. Her two colorful hands were clenched into fists and blocked in front of her neck - that was the necklace Roland had just put on her, a gift for her.

The only sound in the quiet room was the sound of someone combing their hair.

"I still have to help a freak take a bath." Amid the surging white flames, she muttered in words that only she could hear.

After combing the front part of her hair, she glanced at the large piece of felt at the back end of her hair, picked it up, spit lightly, and then randomly combed it a few times with the comb.

"That's enough! You're beautiful again! Go look in the mirror!"

She patted Beatrice's face twice with a smile, and when she saw the girl stepping back in fear without saying anything, she lowered her arms and twisted her waist hard.

Beatrice let out a short, sharp cry.

"Go look in the mirror, miss."

She raised her eyebrows, lip-synced viciously, and winked at Beatrice.

The girl turned back timidly, pursed her lips and looked at the mirror, timidly: "Really, really beautiful..."

"Look at what you said. This is what I should do." Lei put away the comb, spit on the towel, rubbed it on her face, and used her fingernails to remove the obvious spots of paint. "I'll go down and prepare a towel for you."

"it is good…"

The lithe maid hummed a song and used her feet to gather the scattered tools and paint boxes on the floor into a pile, pushing them to the corner. She paused for a moment by the cupboard before leaving.

There is a jewelry box on the counter.

"Sir, would you like me to prepare some tea for you?"

As she spoke, she glanced secretly towards the door.

A finger skillfully pushed open the lid of the box, revealing a pile of gold, silver and gemstone ornaments inside.

Like a hill.

"I won't need that. Please arrange for a male servant to help me later."

Roland stared at a corner of the room without looking away.

"Teresa is going to prepare it. Please wait a moment..." The maid hummed a light tune in her throat, picked up a sapphire brooch and held it in front of her eyes to admire it in the light. "Miss, you have thrown your jewelry everywhere again."

Beatrice moved on tiptoe, curled up behind Roland, showing her head without saying a word.

"I've counted. You're missing a bracelet and a sapphire brooch." The multi-faceted blue gem sparkled under the light.

Greed also gleamed in her eyes.

The maid weighed the brooch, unbuttoned her collar and bra, put it in and fastened it again.

"Sir, when you came in, did you--Oh! I'm sorry, I'm so rude..."

She seemed to have just noticed Roland's eye problem halfway through her words. She slowly straightened her shirt in front of him and sincerely apologized to Roland.

Roland smiled and waved his hand.

"My eyes are really not in good condition, so I can't provide you with any clues, Lei."

"It must have been lost on the road or in the carriage. You know how terrible the roads are in some places. Miss, you're always losing things like this. Theresa will be angry again."

She closed the jewelry box, glared at Beatrice from a distance, pointed at her mouth, and raised her arm to warn her.

Beatrice grabbed Roland's shoulders and looked away, not daring to look her in the eye.

After finishing the work, the maid puffed out her chest with satisfaction and looked at Roland with a look of pity.

"Please allow me to leave first."

Roland smiled: "Of course."

After she left, she closed the door gently from the outside.

At this time, Beatrice dared to sob softly. She hiccuped and walked to the corner, lined up the tools that were kicked over, and put them into the small wooden box wrapped in green cloth next to the closet.

Roland tapped his knees and watched her carefully wipe the tools clean and put them away with her skirt like a small mountain.

In fact, that skirt is much more expensive than the tools.

"Miss Taylor."

Beatrice suddenly turned her head, her blue-purple eyes full of fear.

She shook her head vigorously, as if she knew what Roland was asking.

"It doesn't hurt!"

"Tear that maid's head off!"
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I don't have that ability.

"Say she's a cultist!"
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You know how much trouble this will cause for the Taylor family.

"This is a girl with her butt in the front, isn't she beautiful?"
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Beautiful, but this is a Randolph family affair.

"Just say she stole something!"

Roland sighed.
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This is Mr. Taylor's family affair.
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I shouldn't have interfered.

Bai Yan paused for a moment.

"...Su Yue won't just watch it coldly."
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Miss Nina is Miss Nina, and I am me.
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Pointing out the faults of the host's maid is not decent, nor is it the behavior of a guest.

"You really learned a lot of 'good habits' from Chloe."

Although it was just words, Roland could still see the sarcasm in the literal meaning.

He held his face in his hand, crossed his legs, and looked at the girl squatting on the ground fiddling with tools.
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I don't consider it a 'good practice'.
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Just rules.

"Rules for a group of people."
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The same can be said.

Ignoring the sarcastic words in his sight, Roland tilted his head and called out.

"Miss Taylor."

The girl looked back in confusion.

Roland waved and asked her to come over.

"Does she do this to you often?"

Beatrice thought about it, hesitated again and again, and finally shook her head vigorously, with a cautious and flattering look on her face: "...Roland, I really like the gift..."

"Really? I'm glad you like it."

"Look at this poor girl..."

"Ugh."

"This is fate."

"Who made you meet such a cold-blooded man?"

Roland ignored it.

"You and I are friends now, right?"

He looked into Beatrice's blue-violet eyes and asked softly.

The girl smiled with her eyes curved, and she kept stroking the cylindrical gem with her hands. Like a happy little sparrow, she nodded happily: "Beautiful!"

Roland paused for a moment, then sighed sadly and said in a hoarse voice: "…But I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you again."

Upon hearing this, Beatrice grabbed Roland's sleeve, her dazed eyes full of questions and reluctance.

"Roland, Roland, Roland..."

"Yes, I'm right beside you." Roland glanced at her leg-of-mutton sleeves - behind the pulled-apart fabric, there was a faint purple bruise. "But I think this is the last time we meet..."

Beatrice was so anxious that she simply held Roland's hands tightly with both hands, and her cheeks turned red.

"not good…"

Roland pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth drooped: "...But I took your brooch and bracelet, and touched and hurt your body. I am an immoral friend and an indecent gentleman."

Beatrice's eyes widened, and her childish voice suddenly became sharp:

"No! Not Roland!"

"I can't prove it." Roland gently pulled his hand out of Beatrice's and said teasingly, "Look, I just came to visit you and you lost a sapphire brooch and got injured."

"Although Randolph and I are friends, neither he nor I should have our friendship tested by theft and harm."

"I'd better not come here often, wouldn't you?"

"That way, I won't be a suspect."

Without waiting for Beatrice to argue, he stood up from the stool and prepared to push the door and go downstairs.

"I'll explain it to Mr. Randolph. Don't worry, Miss Taylor. Maybe we'll meet again at a salon someday."

Roland picked up his cane and left his back to Beatrice.

(End of this chapter)