The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 815 Ch.814 Dinner
It was a dull journey with no surprises.

Perhaps because of Roland Collins, this voyage was much more comfortable than when she came here with the young lady.

It's even comfortable enough to be boring.

There were no dangerous sea robbers, cunning and greedy sailors, evil-minded first mates, or captains with bad faces all day long - she seemed to be the only woman on the ship, and everyone was frighteningly polite to her.

Even those sailors who didn't know etiquette would pull their crooked shirts and give her an awkward greeting when they met her.

It's so weird.

"Nothing strange about that ma'am."

"I am not married."

"If you wish, Your Majesty."

The sailor swung the leather rope and said, he was leaning against the port side in boredom, a mast rope passed through his back.

Coming up from the cabin, Yolanda saw the older man lazing around in the shade.

"The boss warned us."

The old sailor had the cunning of an old man. He took out a wrinkled cigarette from his soft cloth trousers and bit it.

"You are not easy to mess with."

"Me? Why wouldn't I—" Yolanda was stunned.

She suddenly realized that the boat ticket that Roland Collins had found for her through his connections might not be as simple as the 'good luck' she had thought.

The old sailor blocked the match with his palm as thick as a city wall, lit the cigarette head, took a few deep puffs, and fanned himself.

"You don't know yet?"

Yolanda looked confused.

"What should I know?"

The old sailor shrugged his shoulders: "This ship belongs to a gentleman. As long as that gentleman gives the order, no matter who is on board - a person or a cat, she will enjoy the treatment of a queen during this journey..."

"Just let the queen smell your sweat?"

The sailor grinned. "If the Queen had a nose, yes."

Yolanda folded her arms and looked toward the deck—once you leave the harbor and head out to sea, the surroundings will always look the same.

"Thank you... and everyone on board."

The girl lost interest in talking and bowed slightly.

The sailor didn't think much about this strange etiquette. He shook his arms, turned towards the sea, and smoked his precious cigarette with his butt sticking out.

Compared to the deck.

The cabin was even hotter and more humid—it should have been like this. But since she was staying in the best cabin, the sea breeze would always come in through the window when it saw the opportunity.

Yolanda fell asleep in her clothes as the waves rocked her.

She dreamed of her mother.

…………

……

The night is brighter on the sea.

Just like a person with eye disease rubbing away the misty white fog in front of his pupils, everything was so clear and bright - when the sleepy girl walked onto the deck on the wooden boards that were creaking with rivets, she saw a wider world.

Perhaps this is the truth sung in the horn.

The magical blue is like a soft curtain hanging at the farthest corner of the ship: the stars, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, quietly choose the way they like to show themselves -

During the day, only one bright star is allowed in the dome.

It's much freer at night.

No one cares about them.

'I want to twinkle like this, not shine like that.'

Yolanda held onto the wooden railing at the bow and gently stood on tiptoe.

The oncoming sea breeze gently combed her long hair.

suddenly.

A feeling of desperate loneliness surged in my heart.

Everything around her was flying away from her.

She seemed to be all alone.

"The stars in the sky don't speak..."

The young man sitting on the side of the boat was humming a song that only she could understand.

Dangerous action.

The sea breeze blew her long hair, which looked like burning black flames.

A pair of amber eyes that grew dimmer with the night breathed softly.

Yolanda gripped the wooden railing tightly in an instant, even if the barbs on it pierced her palm, she would use all her strength to break it.

"Luo, Luo Luo——"

She stammered, her dark eyes looking more like pearls as they widened.

"Only Aurora talks like that."

Roland swung his legs and leaned his back against the sea.

"Do you like this song?" Yolanda's brain was completely broken. She was stunned and nodded stiffly: "...song?"

No.

It’s not about the song.

"Why are you on this ship?!"

"Why can't I be on this ship—has anybody put up a sign saying 'No Roland Collins Allowed'?"

Yolanda stomped on the deck, thumping closer to him.

"You were supposed to be in London!"

“Somewhere else, sometimes.”

"You know what I mean! Mr. Roland Collins! Why are you on this ship?!" Yolanda's face turned cold, and the long-dormant vigilance suddenly awakened: "You didn't come to see me off at all. Did you make up your mind long ago? You want to go back to my country with me? You? Or is it your queen's order?"

"What's your conspiracy?!"

Roland raised his index finger and cut his lip in half vertically.

'Hush.'

He turned around and pointed at the bow of the ship breaking through the white waves, and his sight followed his finger all the way up, going farther and farther: into the deep blue curtain, into the darker and more distant sky and the happy stars.

Yolanda was speechless for a moment.

She stood there stupidly, chasing after the impossible desires in her heart with the man who was humming a song while sitting on the edge of the building.

It didn't take long.

She heard the cradle-rocking song again.

The stars in the sky are not speechless.

They are just pity, silence and gaze.

The sea breeze is cold.

Yolanda touched her cheek, turned her head away, and wiped away the tears that had not yet dried.

“…You haven’t told me why you are here.”

thump.

The black-haired man jumped off the edge and landed in front of Yolanda.

She took a few steps back in fear.

Before she could open her mouth, her hand was grabbed.

"you--"

"I'm here by invitation, Miss Yolanda."

Roland winked at her. "As a musician, the sailors are looking forward to my bringing them some cheerful music during this boring and dull voyage. Come on! I'll let you see it with your own eyes!"

He didn't give Yolanda a chance to speak, he grabbed her wrist and strode away.

Go faster and faster.

Started to jog.

The sea breeze hit their faces.

Like two crazy black torches.

"Where are you taking me?"

Roland said nothing, but held her tightly with his hand.

Turn the deck.

All the way down.

The pretentious wooden ladder creaked like piano keys when they were stepped on.

They fell to the lower deck.

Instead of going to the sailors' quarter cabin, he turned a corner and went to the spacious long hall.

Roland pushed open the wooden door and rushed in.

moment.

You could hear a pin drop in the long hall.

Only then did Yolanda's vision come into focus: most of the sailors on the ship were here.

Including the ship's doctor, boatman, first mate and captain.

They sat, squatted, and rode on chairs in all directions, some holding wooden wine glasses and drinking all over themselves, some holding a handful of poker cards and cursing, "I bet my mother on this hand" - all eyes were focused on Yolanda.

then.

Another person she was familiar with stood up from the crowd.

She was offered a glass of wine.

"Good night, Miss Yolanda."

Halida's voice was gentle.

"You made it in time for dinner."

she says.

(End of this chapter)