The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 800 Ch.799 Jim P. Walker
Roland took advantage of the chaos at home these days to learn a lot about the culture, customs and practices of the Far East from Yolanda.

Fascinating.

He was surprised to find that some things that seemed to be contradictory were actually almost the same thing when they reached a certain level.

Yolanda also heard many interesting stories about London from Roland.

She admits it now.

It was stupid of me to assassinate Victoria.

Unless she could find a way to blow London to pieces.

Or lower the difficulty.

Blow up the House of Lords.

So, maybe there is still room for everything to turn around...?

She wasn't sure.

In short.

She has calmed down.

Waiting for Bertrand's secret, waiting for Roland Collins to let her go.

When.

She would take a ship and return to her homeland where she could fight and die calmly.

Regrettably.

She couldn't bring the young lady's body back.

'…Mr. Collins. Some ladies in your country believe that bone meal can make their skin smoother.'

Roland didn't ask any further questions.

Fortunately, Rose and Chandel were busy.

Every time the two of them "fight", it can cause quite a bit of trouble, like recently.

They were competing to see how much money to spend on the house.

First, Shandel.

She paid a lot of money for a sculpture.

Not even two days passed.

Rose spent money to buy a jewel-studded and gilded clock.

then.

Shandel immediately bought a piano.

Rose followed with a rare hand-carved harp.

Oil paintings, antique pocket watches, famous manuscripts, jewel rings, and even the jewels themselves - to the point where there was nothing to compare and nothing to add, and the two began to set their sights on Roland.

Shandel bought Roland a walking stick, and Rose gave him a scarf.

One bought a pair of boots, and the other brought one of greater value.

Roland asked them privately.

Rose is not short of money.

James Shelley doted on her greatly, and besides, it was only a little 'money'.

On the surface, Shandel is not as good as Rose.

But she had a way to deal with it.

'I used Gary Kratov's money.'

The gray-haired girl answered Roland's question with a smile: Do you have enough pocket money?

'He is so old and will die soon. What good is money to him? I'd rather spend it on me.'

Roland: ...

'Do you need money? He still has a lot of savings. I'll steal a few bills for you.'

No.

No.

Shandel.

Roland was glad that he had suppressed his urge to watch the fun, otherwise, when the competition became more intense, there was no telling what Shandel would have gotten out of the bishop.

"You should be thankful that your golden-haired, overlord-level granary lady didn't cure her of her stupid illness."

"Otherwise, with the addition of Taylor, this villa will soon be looted by high-level ritualists."

Yolanda often teased Roland in private.

Her 'change' is a good thing.

At least Rose liked her much better (the self-proclaimed smart thief had not yet realized who was the one who chatted with Roland all day during the "war period" between her and Chandel).

They dined together, occasionally chatting about interesting things in the East and London.

The name Yolanda suggested was also approved by the two of them - especially Rose.

She always felt that the 'Door in the Pupil' was much better than the 'God with Bronze Eyes': the 'God with Bronze Eyes' was Xiandel's idea, so the answer to why she liked the Door in the Pupil was obvious.

Any reason is possible.

The only thing it won’t be is ‘brilliant’.

Then. A few days later.

Kingsley came to the door.

Mr. Detective brought good news.

"I found it."

As soon as he handed the hat to Halida, he got straight to the point.

"Iron Lily, Bertrand, the textile factory, I found a clue--"

The detective's eye sockets were sunken, and the running around in the past few days made him look a little haggard.

"Walker."

He took the water cup brought by Halida and drank it all, then threw himself into the sofa that Rose had just bought without any image.

"My pants stained my couch."

"If I were you, Roland, I'd wait until I got the news before I got mad."

“…Then you can say sorry to my sofa later.”

There is one advantage to being friends with Roland.

Especially those who don't have many facial expressions.

"Now I know why Mr. Taylor, such a well-known and outstanding businessman, always can't control his temper in front of you." Kingsley rolled his eyes, rubbed the soft cushion a few times, and threw his dusty coat on the sofa.

Halida hesitated to speak, and after hesitating for a few times, she finally did not reach out to take it.

gentlemen…

Not really caring.

"Jim P. Walker. I heard that he seemed to be involved in the textile mill arson incident ten years ago."

"Tell me."

Kingsley told Roland that the young man was working as a solicitor on Red Street and lost a foot.

They all called him 'Captain Wooden Legs'.

"He has worked at sea?" Roland had some say in this regard - sailors always liked to brag about their importance when they were drunk, especially when they were working on the ship.

The Captain is undoubtedly the best.

"Do not."

Kingsley shook his head.

"He was not a sailor, he had never been on any ship - he probably couldn't even swim."

Kingsley tapped his neck with his index finger.

"necklace."

Jim P. Walker, the man with a broken leg, always wore a round silver rudder necklace and many broken anchor chain ornaments on his wrists.

Such love doesn't seem to be enough.

He even has many anchor tattoos on his body.

(According to women who dated him, Jim Walker was constantly imitating the sailors—inappropriately rude, appropriately needy.)
"So, Woodenlegs is the survivor of the arson?"

Roland asked.

Kingsley wasn't so sure.

The always rigorous detective could not be sure of the accuracy of the information this time.

Because Dan Budge told him after checking that there were no survivors in the arson case - but according to Kingsley's investigation, the lover of the husband of a woman who died in the case had been seen by her brother.

Even just a glance.

Kingsley hired a carriage and went to the door. He also asked an artist to write his description on paper and compare it with the red street.

"That's Jim Walker."

Kingsley said.

"He wasn't called that before."

Jim P. Walker, according to the lover's brother, was supposed to be called 'Lloyd'.

"I'll go with you tomorrow."

Kingsley was very surprised: "My employer is willing to move his noble ass?"

Roland said it wasn't that he was unwilling to move.

I’m afraid that when I move back in two days, this villa will have become Buckingham Palace.

Kingsley looked around the living room, and after a moment, he nodded in agreement: "I suggest you take one with you."

"A what?"

"One of your lovers, any one you choose. Like two boxers about to knock each other's noses out of the back of their heads - take one away, and the other stops."

Roland was surprised: "You are having an affair behind my back!"

Kingsley's face darkened instantly. "Apologize to me, Roland. What qualifications do you have to say such things?"

“It’s not an insult.”

"I think so. Apologize."

"Then you should apologize to my sofa first."

(End of this chapter)