The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 185 Ch.184 I am my brother

Roland did not return to the drug store and asked the driver to go to the West District.

Maybe he shouldn't help?

Maybe Miss Halida will be lucky enough to meet someone who can help her find a doctor, who won't be greedy for a penny, who won't have any bad intentions towards her, and won't deceive her into going somewhere. After the new year, a particularly popular 'wonderful thing' with missing legs or hands will appear in the Nuoti Golden Lamp.

"Do your clothes have pockets?"

Driving into the West District, Roland suddenly lowered his head and asked.

The black-haired woman huddled up in the carriage was dozing off, but this sudden question almost made her jump.

She woke up immediately, raised her head quickly, and asked Roland with her eyes.

"Don't be nervous. I mean, do your clothes have pockets?"

Not knowing why, she touched the blouse and the thin circus suit underneath.

Shaked his head.

"You should wear clothes with pockets, Miss Halida."

In her doubtful eyes, Roland knocked on the carriage with his finger.

They arrived.

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"My dear Theresa, you have to do me a favor this time."

Randolph was not there, and he was received by the head maid.

To be honest, Roland always felt that Theresa looked at him with some kind of expectation that was hard for him to deal with.

She led two much younger maids to welcome him out. She saluted Roland respectfully and asked him gently if he was in good health recently, if his work was going well, and how his uncle was doing. The drug store business should be as good as usual——

Etc., etc.

When all these pleasantries were over, she raised her chin slightly proudly and glanced...

A woman who was taller than her, with her head lowered.

He was trying to use his clog-wearing foot to block the other shoeless one.

“This is—” Teresa hesitated.

When the relationship between the distinguished guest and the person brought by the distinguished guest is unclear, as an experienced servant, he will never say more.

She narrowed her eyes, coughed slightly, and reminded the two young maids around her not to cause trouble for herself.

"My friend, Halida."

Roland grinned: "You know my origin, but I don't know if it's convenient..."

"Born, born, born." Teresa raised her hand pretending to be dissatisfied, and lightly 'hit' Roland in the air: "If the young master knows that you talk like this, he will be angry again. Could it be——"

Could it be that Taylor has a good background?

Not just a businessman.

Of course, as long as Roland and Teresa understand the latter part, they definitely can’t say it.

"Thank you, ma'am, I just say beautiful people must be kind."

Roland smiled and allowed the young maid to take his coat, while the other led him into the warm living room.

"Sometimes, I don't know whether you are praising me or yourself." Teresa appropriately expressed her 'intimacy' to Roland.

"I praise myself, and I praise Randolph. I praise you, and I praise Beatrice." Roland said as he walked.

"You should be a businessman. You can please four people with one sentence."

"I thought so too, but ever since I said to Randolph, 'When you have money, buy nice clothes and jewelry for Beatrice, but don't invest in any more shops, money begets money.' After that, he decided that I was not doing this. The businessman’s material.”

Teresa couldn't stop laughing, and finally she had to cover her mouth with her rough palms like a young girl.

But it couldn't cover the upturned corners of the mouth and the bent eyes.

honestly.

Even without Beatrice.

Teresa also liked the young child.

He is sincere, but also has a certain cunning, and is definitely suitable to be Randolph's friend.

"Then, please allow me to excuse you." She bowed again, turned her head, and faced the uneasy Halida with great kindness: "I'm afraid I will have to waste some of your time, Miss."

Halida grabbed the carpet with her toes, and her soft and thick black hair spilled down, like a beast that had been soaked and dyed by black pearls and strayed into an unknown land.

She peeked at Roland on the sofa through the gap in her black hair, watching him pick up the hot tea and quietly lick his lips.

"Go, Halida, Teresa will help you."

She couldn't figure out why she was taken to a strange place by a man just to find the doctor.

Now, he wants her to leave with others...

They happened one after another in the middle of the morning.

She was caught off guard and fearful that she would not be able to resist in time.

She is a cowardly person and has regrets, but now, she dare not regret it.

"Go, Halida."

Roland thanked Teresa and told the head maid that he hoped she would be more considerate of his "timid" friend's possibly unseemly behavior.

"You shouldn't know."

"The fault with this woman is as disgusting as your eyes."

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I know.

"If you want to help her, the best thing you can do is take her to that little cake's territory. Randolph Taylor is a wealthy businessman, and his status is no worse than that of a lesser noble."

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I know.

"That…"

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I kept my agreement with Randolph.

Roland said to himself as he picked up the black tea and sipped it.

The mellow and warm tea liquid emits heat in the mouth. After dispelling the cold winter, it slides into the stomach with warmth.

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Randolph told me this:

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‘Think of me as a true friend, Roland. The real thing, not the lip service. ’

call.

He put down the tea cup and breathed out the hot breath.

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Cherie Chloe taught me how to cater gracefully and play boring games with boring people.

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But I hate wrenches so much.

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She wasted a lot of words, but in the end, she only taught me one thing through death.

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‘Do what I want. ’

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I would give anything for the people I love and who love me.

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So, are some people worthy of love?

Flame said nothing.

It can actually feel that with time and experience, Roland is changing and adjusting his direction, mentality, thoughts, and even soul little by little.

Maybe he didn't even notice it himself.

When he sings, dances, stretches his legs and swings his arms happily and freely...

It has begun to break some ancient 'rules' set by people, and will gradually attract strange eyes...

Will he care?

"No matter what you do, I support you."

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Besides eating and drinking?

"You should give up on this idea."

While they were chatting, a pair of soft little hands came around and covered Roland's eyes.

The sound of her feet on the carpet was loud.

Roland pretended to be nervous, straightened his back for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Who?"

The girl behind her said in a somewhat unnatural tone: "I'm the elder brother!"

Roland:......

At once…

As you are.

"Randolph?"

Someone deliberately said in a rough voice: "It's me, Roland Roland! My sister wants to miss you!"

Roland raised his lips: "Then, my dear Randolph, my friend, why don't you come sit down next to me and talk?"

The girl behind him paused, perhaps nervous, and clasped her hands inwards.

"...My eyes can at least be used as decorations, Randolph."

"I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"It should be 'I haven't seen you for a long time'."

"Yes! Roland!" She simply let go of her hand, hugged Roland's neck from behind, and held him tightly.

To be honest, this is not what a young lady should do.

Roland felt like he was lying on a pillow that was too high and too soft.

"I wonder if Columbus felt this way back then."

"...Beatrice, come down quickly. It's time for Teresa to scold you."

"I'm the older brother."

"…Randolph."

"It's different from just now!"

Roland was helpless: "...Dear Randolph."

"All the little cleverness I have is used here."