The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 80 Ch.80 Mrs. Pasetti repays her gratitude?

"I wonder what life would be like if you got me after being sold to the Noti Golden Lamp..."

"Maybe it's another wonderful story."
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what?
As Roland was walking up the stairs, this incoherent sentence suddenly popped up in his sight.

"I mean, will you use me to get between those women..."
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Let’s not talk about your obscene words.
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'Use me' means...
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You think you are useful.

These words angered the words dancing in my head.

"Why am I useless!"

"Without me you can't see this world!!"
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That was given to me by Miss Nina...
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Oh, sorry, I didn't say you were a bonus...

"I'm going to cut ties with you for a day."

"Bye now."

The white words disappeared from Roland's sight like a dying flame.

He stamped his feet.

The waves are surging.

"My temper is becoming more and more like Miss Nina..." He muttered and walked upstairs.

After getting Roland's repeated "assurances" that there would be no ridiculous or embarrassing situation this time, Mrs. Paseti reluctantly agreed to go to the living room on the first floor.

But even after agreeing, the hostess still had a lot of complaints.

"The servants were terrified, and some even asked secretly if they could go home - they were all fine before you and your friend came."

"It's not that I have an objection, Mr. Collins, but your behavior is too rude. Not every decent family can tolerate it..."

"You should think about it carefully. We are not those shabby people who can be ordered around."

When the hostess learned that Fernandez was ready to take action, she became more talkative.

Roland kept smiling and followed closely beside him with his cane in hand.

"I will convey what you said to the church."

"It doesn't have to be so formal." Pasetti sighed sadly, gently shook off her long skirt, and looked at Roland:

"I am a worthless woman, making a worthless suggestion. Not only for myself, but also for those gentlemen and ladies."

"If you and your colleagues can improve the way you do things, become more friendly and disciplined, and not pry into private matters, I think you will be the perfect executive..."

The hostess paused for a moment and hesitated, "You won't be angry if I make these suggestions?"

Roland smiled and narrowed his eyes. His thick, curled eyelashes slanted over his amber eyes. When he looked at people, he looked as comfortable and gentle as a seagull shining on the sparkling sea under the setting sun.

"How can we be angry with you when we disturb your life?"

Roland spoke softly, and Pasetti and the middle-aged maid beside her indeed showed satisfied expressions.

She lowered her head and fiddled with her skirt and the ruby ​​bracelet on her wrist, as if talking to herself: "I have nothing to do with alien species. What are you and your captain going to write in the report?"

Roland kept smiling and looked at her affectionately until she realized what was happening.

He is blind.

"...Father of All Things! How could I be so rude to say such words to a gentleman with poor eyesight!" Kate Pasetti's voice suddenly rose, and after groaning a few times, she controlled her voice with a sad face and let it fall to the bottom.

She pitied Roland as she would a cat that had been blinded by a child's mischief.

“You are having a hard time…”

“May the All-Father bless you…”

Roland responded with a smile, and then heard her say:

"Just like my mother. I once had a difficult and painful life like you..."

After her mother died of pulmonary edema, Mrs. Kate Pasetti joined a local dance troupe and was selected by the Baron during a performance.

This was information that both Roland and Shandel were aware of.

Kate Pasetti glanced out the window and told the servants to lock the door and light a bigger fire—and to draw the curtains.

She told the two young men about her past, some unknown secrets that were not mentioned in the information.

“…My mother is a poor, hard-working person.”

"She would have lived a few more years."

Marissa did not live to see her daughter's glorious day.

She died in a cold, low brick house next to a gutter.

Mrs. Pasetti couldn't stop crying when she mentioned her mother.

She took the handkerchief handed to her by the maid, picked up a corner and gently dabbed it under her eyes a few times. Her nose was puffy. "…At that time, all the money in the family was used to treat my mother's illness. Those damn barbers fooled me! They told me to use dried mud and sand in the sun for a few days, mix it with cow blood and give it to my mother to drink -"

"And the cost of my dance lessons!"

"All of it was used to buy their unclear prescriptions and bottles and cans..."

Mrs. Pasetti spoke in detail about those difficult years, and the people and scenes that had not faded like canvases were still vivid in my mind.

Shandel listened attentively, and a hint of sympathy for the owner of the story unconsciously appeared on his face.

This lady has certainly had a hard time.

“…It’s nothing. Everyone in the slums lives like this, and I didn’t think I had it harder than anyone else.”

Mrs. Pasetti shook her head and said, "Looking back now... at that time, I... I had no other choice at all."

"If it weren't for Chanderson, I wouldn't even be able to afford the dance lessons."

"That gentleman funded me so that I could shine on the stage..."

"He helped me give my mother a decent funeral, which gave me peace of mind all these years..."

Shandel asked softly, "You were sponsored by Mr. Chanderson?"

Becoming a mistress out of gratitude and becoming a mistress for wealth are two completely different reputations.

For most people at the bottom of society, the fact that the woman who makes paper boxes next door and the man who sells eggs are having an affair is something that their neighbors should chew over and over again, discuss the details and talk about with relish.

As for those classes that are unattainable and as distant as myths, most of them just listen for fun, and once they have heard it, they only dare to say a few words like "their arms and legs must be whiter and softer than someone else's."

It was a longing filled with both awe and disgust.

Shandel Kratov knew that she might have found the reason why Mrs. Kate Pasetti had a good reputation in the local area.

It stands to reason that for her to get close to the baron, she must have extraordinary opportunities and unremitting efforts - it sounds ridiculous, but it is the truth. Without abundant wealth, prominent status, extraordinary means and mind...

It was not difficult for Kate Pasetti to climb into the Baron's bed, but it was too difficult to have all this now.

No matter what, being a mistress in public is not a good reputation.

Unless it's like she said.

It’s to repay a favor.

That's different.

No wonder Shandel frequently saw the compliments left by the writer in the information provided by Fernandez.

He was almost praising the lady with words he would use to praise a man - leaving aside the question of whether there was any fiction in the information, as far as that report was concerned, Mrs. Kate Pasetti's reputation in the local area could indeed be described as positive.

(End of this chapter)