The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 355 Ch.354 Unexpected Gain

The Elite Arts Society is located in the West End.

The complex is divided into several different large venues for art, music, and books, some of which require special passes, and some that can be entered for a monthly fee of just a few shillings.

Louis Hyman gave him a pass that seemed to have high authority, and he would teach in his room on the second floor of the music hall every week——

Start with the basics.

The decoration of the music hall is relatively conservative, following the Baroque and classical styles. In addition to the lattice gold bricks on the dome, the arched glass allows people to feel the warm wind and snow indoors.

Walking in the empty corridor, you can hear flute or piano playing from time to time, coming from a certain room or a certain side hall.

This special amplified structure always reminded Roland of Holy Cross Cathedral in London.

There are no poor people here - no need for 'almost'.

Almost everyone who crosses paths with Roland has to open three doors: a well-to-do family background, plenty of time, and a pass from the Elite Art Association... or an invitation letter.

"I have never been to such a high-end place..."

Perhaps it was the towering dome or the astonishingly luxurious decoration. The snitch holding Roland's arm carefully lowered his voice, and his bold steps were as standard as stepping on a ruler: "...these pianos are not cheap, are they?"

She was referring to the pianos and some dark brown string strings she 'didn't recognize' in the long hall as she passed.

"A few hundred pounds."

Roland led the way with the gentleman's staff, taking every step very slowly.

Here, it's impolite to walk fast, and it's impolite to talk too loudly.

You have to move along a path that has been planned in your mind in advance. Don't wander many times, and don't walk and suddenly find yourself on someone else's path.

You must always maintain a neither loose nor tight smile, and smile neither lightly nor seriously when facing people you know or don’t know.

Wear straight pants with no pleats and a three-piece suit that fits the purpose.

If you come to practice, you will have a more casual style; but if you come to appreciate it, it is completely different.

"How do you put up with this trouble?"

"I still think it's quite interesting." Roland nodded gently to the passing men and women, and touched their lips: "Don't you think this is also like a huge, extremely real stage play?"

"I'm more interested in the wallets in their pockets." Rose pinched his arm to express her dissatisfaction: "I won't come next time."

"When I learn how to play, I will buy a piano and teach you."

"I don't want to learn." The clever guy rolled his green eyes and looked around: "...When you learn it, just play it for me."

"No problem." Roland tightened his wrist and said, "Rose."

"Um?"

"Put my wallet back where it belongs."

Rose:......

The girl said oh, then, holding a palm-sized flat leather bag, she turned her palm over and wiped it on her skirt.

The wallet just disappeared.

"Now, it's where it's supposed to go."

"I must remind you, Miss Vansittart. You are now worth tens of thousands of pounds."

"What does it have to do with my theft?" Rose seemed to have discovered something interesting. Regardless of the strange looks from the people around her, she pulled Roland to the other end: "What did you say in the fairy ring last night about the trouble?"

"Someone is watching me."

"...what?"

"The corner." Roland nodded his nose: "The hard one in front of the ship."

That hard one.

You really know how to use words, Mr. Wenming.

Rose curled her lips: "I guess it's a woman again. Why do you always provoke women?" They turned left and right, turning into a winding corridor like a heartbreak.

The floor under the feet is made of geometric patterns cut from hardwood, and the walls are covered with oil-painted tiles that represent ‘art’.

So beautiful.

"Shh..."

She gestured and tapped Roland's ear.

'listen. ’

This winding corridor leads to an open hall. If they didn't turn around, they could just hide behind the wall and listen to the melodious music coming from the hall.

'When I just came...twenty minutes ago? ’

She lay next to Roland's ear and blew:

‘These two people are really shameless. ’

"Look at your current posture, moral queen."

The flame twisted into a huge arrow.

The girl who made it clear that she was here to watch the fun pulled Roland and asked him to try to look inside.

——In fact, the sound of the piano was intermittent.

The dialogue takes up time with the music.

"...Yes, you are absolutely right! My father has a lot of land...Oh, that's nothing. I have to thank my father and this prosperous country."

A man's voice.

Next.

woman.

But why does Roland feel a little familiar...?

"My father mentioned Mr. Shelley and his extraordinary descendants. You, please don't say that. If you rely on your father and the country, then are there any truly smart people in this land?"

Roland showed half of his face and took a quick glance.

As expected...

Madeleine Terry.

Madeleine Tyree, whose lover just died.

Those triangular eyes, Miss Chongjiao.

The man she praised was probably James Shelley's son. After hearing this, he was very proud - the two of them sat on the piano bench, their four hands sliding aimlessly on the black and white keys. 'Heart-to-heart':

You pressed my fingers and I pressed the back of your hand.

Then, they lingered silently for a few times, and then left without changing their expressions.

There was also red wine on the piano. When the two of them got tired of playing, they would take a few sips and they were very happy.

Mr. Victor.

Your understanding of art is still too...

"Too conservative."

"Don't say that, Miss Terry. I'm just an insignificant person, with a little bit of brains, but not a top-notch smart person - me, I just want to inherit my father's wealth and brains, and don't let the Shelley family If your property is ruined in my hand, you will be satisfied with everything.”

The man's back was turned to Roland, and he only saw the outline of his broad shoulders.

The woman still looked like that, with a mean look on her face as if she was going to defeat the enemy at sea.

After listening to the man's humble words, she didn't know which symbol made her feel funny, and she giggled: "Oh, I heard the rumors about you, and I thought you were a rustic, carrying a gun and riding a horse. , covered in gunpowder smoke..."

She is alluding to soldiers and battlefields.

Obviously, the son of Shelley also heard it.

"You can't say that, Miss Terry." There was a bit of indulgent drunkenness in his voice. He picked up the torn glass thorns, shook the buds irregularly a few times, and took several sips: "Those who were sacrificed, but... They are all people we need to respect.”

"Without them, how could we see the most brilliant sun?"

He laughed sinisterly twice and put his head close to Madeleine. The perfume that penetrated his nose catalyzed the alcohol in his blood, and the empty exclusive concert hall contributed to the slowly spreading shadow in his soul.

"...Without them, who would die for us."

he said.

"The Shelleys are not stupid. I will kneel down for them if necessary - after all, they paid with their lives. They are a group of loyal and brave young men, great..."

Madeleine laughed so hard that she raised her glass:

"That's quite right, Mr. Shelley. That's the one we respect most, and I'd like to toast you."

The hot and loyal blood passes through the rotten teeth soaked in rotting water, stirs through the provocative tongue, and flows into the stomach of the scavenger.

‘Shameless. ’

Rose cursed silently.

She came from a muddy background, but no matter what, she respects the gentlemen who go to the battlefield - there are many nobles among them, and there are many:

It is not uncommon in this country for nobles to drain their last drop of blood and terminate their heirs.

They just responded to the call and packed their bags, silently drove to the battlefield, and never came back...

That’s all.

But now, these two dirty, shameless pigs with not even a drop of morality in them dare to comment like this on those bones that were shattered in the gunfire...

How shameful!

‘Shhh. ’

Roland pinched her nose - her face and the curly hair hugging her face were also squeezed.

‘Shhh. ’

He turned his face sideways and did not see the pair of emeralds behind him that had a faint watery feel.

He slapped it away with the back of his hand.

‘Shhh. ’

Yanlang returned and revealed a drunken secret before his eyes.

"...Oh, Miss Terry, to be honest, I am indeed proud to have such a father, who must have a great surname - you may not know it yet, but my father has been selected to fill that indispensable position in the league. ”

He shows off.

Madeleine was a little surprised: "Private alliance? I heard that those chairs have a lot of power."

The man was happy to see Madeline look at him like this, waved his hand, and said humbly: "The Alliance is keen on sharing, just like our country - of course, I also agree with your father's statement: use power where it is needed. .Abuse is a disaster.”

Madeline smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Yes, my father is just like your father. He just pursues the truth and hopes that more people will live a better life..." She changed her voice and added: "Mr. James Shelley But it’s time to take a break, the experience of these gentlemen is truly valuable.”

When it comes to rest, the man is more troubled: "...He can't stop. I don't know what kind of illness he got recently. He borrowed a broken box from the alliance collection room and locked himself in the house all day long."

he said.

A long box made of an unknown metal with golden patterns all over it.

There is nothing that can be opened, but there is a useless carved line in the middle - it looks like a solid piece, but it doesn't feel like it when knocked.

Madeleine was uninterested.

The other person just said something decent, and she just answered out of politeness.

After a few words, they turned to music and art.

Gold patterns all over.

A long box made of unknown metal.

fan…

box.

Roland rubbed the soft handle of the staff in his hand.

caress.

Mystery box…

Rub.

Soon, someone blew into my ear again.

'Let go of my hand, you slut. ’