The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 813: Farewell
Yolanda is about to go on a long journey.

Just as she had decided long ago: to board a large ocean-going ship that could take her back to her hometown, back to where the young lady and the master once lived.

Maybe talk to those rebels.

Join them, or don't.

She won't live long.

The young lady couldn't stay away from her for too long.

"The master said he won't come to see you off."

Halida took Yolanda's luggage from the back of the carriage.

Port Royal.

This boat ticket comes from Roland.

"Say thank you to your husband and me, Halida."

Facing the dazzling sunlight, Yolanda's pearl-like pupils showed a trace of sadness.

Halida shook her head slightly.

The salty dogs (sailors) who were hanging around each other tactfully walked around, deliberately avoiding Yolanda and Halida, and did not blow their whistles with a slightly obscene tone at the two of them - the way these two girls were dressed made it impossible to mess with them.

Newsboys waved the newspapers in their hands, interspersing some current witticisms and soft and hot news while selling them.

——The more talented ones exaggerate what is published in the newspapers, and every time a copy is sold, they shout that these are the last two copies.

The eyes of coquettish women are more dizzying than the waves on the ocean.

Especially in the morning when the sun is getting brighter, they use their unique advantage, like a non-reflective mirror, to attract men - let them use her as a mirror.

Mr. Statistic stood in the shadows holding a notebook.

A few gentlemen strolling around in twos and threes and a few ladies with their pet dogs were further away, surrounding a painter next to a wooden frame.

The busy port has countless ships coming in and out every day.

Just like unloading cargo, they unloaded the boatmen, sailors and all the resentment.

Some women waited for their husbands to come home with their children, some did and some did not.

Yolanda looked out to sea, then turned back to gaze at the metropolis shrouded in thick fog.

The experiences of these days seem like a dream.

Shandel, Lillian, Halida, Roland.

And Roland's various friends.

A whole new world.

A life full of hope.

pity…

Her skin defines her position.

At least Yolanda knew.

In this life, she could not wring out her conscience like wringing out the moisture from her sleeves. After leaving it in the sun for half a day, the past pain, anger and hatred disappeared like water without a trace.

She can't.

This is such a pity.

"What a pity, Halida."

Yolanda muttered to herself as she looked out at the busy street.

Her black hair shone in the sunlight in an irresistible luster.

Many people have already looked over here.

"Ms. Yolanda?"

Halida called her softly.

"Why would you not be willing to accept the gentleman's invitation and stay in London?"

"Stay in London?"

Yolanda looked away. The corners of her eyes slanted like an eagle about to spread its wings.

"Stay on the land where my lady died, and live on the mud and stones stained with her blood - Halida, if it were you, could you do it?"

Halida was silent.

"Your empire has brought irreparable disaster to my hometown. My daughter died because of you, and her parents also died of madness due to your poison - I have an irreconcilable hatred with you..."

Halida said anxiously: "But it's not Sir's fault!"

"Yes."

Yolanda smiled softly.

She raised her arm and touched the maid's face with her fingertips. "It's not his fault, nor is it Cinder or Lillian's fault, nor is it your fault, Halida. But whose fault is it?"

Halida couldn't answer such a complicated question.

She bit her lower lip and shook her head slightly.

"I don't know, miss. But I only know that people should seize what they can, and once the opportunity comes, they should do their best to grab it." She felt very sympathetic towards the girl from the mysterious country.

She has a tragic life experience, deep hatred and a sad future.

Halida wished she could stay in London.

Stay with Mr.

As long as a few years pass, she will be happy, cheer up again, and face life well - she once looked forward to the arrival of death, until...

Someone saved her from despair.

"That's very much in keeping with your character, Halida."

Yolanda laughed at her anxious expression.

Roland told her.

After getting to know her, she could see clearly that this maid was weak and lived a life of mediocrity. Whenever she encountered pain, she wanted to bury her head in the mud and let others slaughter her - if she had not followed Roland Collins, she would probably have had a bad ending.

Not to mention her skin color which is not very presentable.

She understood Halida's kindness, but she couldn't accept it.

"I cannot stay in a land of hatred."

Yolanda twirled a stray strand of hair and tucked it back behind the maid's ear.

"I am grateful for everything Mr. Roland Collins has done for me. I am grateful and extremely grateful, but I can never repay this favor - I can't stay here, stay with him, with an endless hatred."

“It’s not good for any of us.”

Yolanda bent down and took the suitcase from her, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat on her head with a little distress.

"I still can't get used to your 'fashion'."

"…very nice, miss."

This floral wide-brimmed hat was chosen for her by Halida. The maid thought that the stuffed bird was not suitable for this girl from a distant country who kept quiet for at least ten hours a day.

The less passionate flowers and soft grass suit her better.

"I will write to you."

Yolanda picked up the suitcase, her eyes passed over Halida's ears, and finally took a look at the city shrouded in thick fog.

She wanted to remember all of this.

"Goodbye, Halida."

She took a deep breath and headed towards the cargo ship without looking back.

…………

……

This cargo ship is not small.

Even if Yolanda admits that she is short-sighted, it is hard not to admit that there are reasons why they do not have the upper hand in some aspects.

As those rebels said:
'Maybe we don't know what is good, but we always know what is bad.'

But those people...

It's rebellion after all.

Yolanda wasn't sure if the young lady had made the wrong choice in the first place - she had not resolutely joined them, but instead had embarked on another path of no return: taking a long boat trip and risking everything.

After escaping death this time, will she choose the same path as the young lady...

still.

Another path she didn't take?
In an instant, worries surged into my heart.

Because when she stepped onto this ship, it was equivalent to taking on a future of no return.

Yolanda sat for a long time in the dark cabin filled with the smell of sweat and fish.

She held the suitcase and listened to the footsteps of varying weights, curses and irrelevant boasting coming from all directions.

In the end, he just sighed.

She lit the only light in the cabin and held the duck-yellow beans in her palm.

The cargo ship will set sail early tomorrow morning.

She had one night to adjust.

And in this dim firelight, bid farewell to the friendship that is as fleeting as smoke.

(End of this chapter)