The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 678 Ch Fonseca

Charles Robert Darwin's The Origin of Species is bound to have far-reaching consequences.

All the intensity in front of you is only temporary.

As some believers say: rot.

It will not evilly destroy or collapse the noble beliefs and morals in people's hearts. It rots the soul like food that has been left out for too long. When you think about it again, maggots have hatched out of it and the stink is overwhelming.

As executives, Rowland and Fernandez didn't have much to say about it.

Roland didn't really believe in the Father of All Things.

Fernandez could guess the game behind it—although he still thought the book was nonsense.

"By the way, I'm in the Severed Head Club..."

Rarely catching Fernandez, Roland told the captain in advance what happened in the club and asked if he needed to report it to the tribunal.

In this regard, Fernandez said: If you are happy to let them go, there is no need to report it.

This level of invisible magic can kill the entire family at most.

It is difficult to involve others and spread to the point of being beyond control - so-called harming others and harming oneself. If the whole family just takes a carriage straight to hell, the executives will not have much objection.

"You're in luck, Roland."

He was more interested in the two scimitars than the invisible technique.

"Are there few magical items like weapons?"

Fernandez asked, "How much have you seen since you entered this world?"

Roland thought for a while.

I bought the Spider Kiss at a discount.

"...Such strange objects have terrible lethality. Many low-level, or deviated from the path of combat, are extremely eager for a weapon that can play a key role at critical moments - such as the "Destiny" you have heard of, or The "Saints" in the low-level period..."

"Like Xander Kratof, your little partner."

Fernandez asked.

"If there's a fight, you're absolutely sure to kill her, right?"

"The "Saints" in the low-level period are very fragile and usually do not participate in battles..."

As for why Xander appears in the executive team, you have to ask Enid and her grandfather.

"Be safe, Roland. Take Kratopher with you when the time comes. Too many ritualists have died from recklessness and arrogance. Remember when I told you, what is the most important thing before a fight?"

"information."

Fernandez nodded: "Very good. I will reward you with a girl."

Roland:......

Giles Fonseca saw the two people finished talking and the song slowly came to an end. She was called to her side by Fernandez, and after hearing a few instructions from him in a low voice, she glanced at Roland several times with her big eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth.

"I know, Dwinson."

Ms. Fonseca does have a sister.

But not a prostitute.

With the support of her sister, this beauty with blond hair and brown eyes has embarked on a road that 'seems' to have a brighter future - at least a longer life span - since she was a child.

She studied at Queen's College.

Arithmetic, French, geography, vocal music or literature, no matter which course, will open the eyes of an ignorant person.

What's more, she has ended her vocal music and arithmetic studies ahead of schedule and started focusing on courses such as logic, Italian, natural philosophy, and painting.

Although the purpose of opening courses at the college is to improve the quality of tutors and improve the education level of women, it does not provide them with more job options besides being a "teacher" - but it is enough to make most educated people hold their heads high.

At least when talking about Wright or Gainsborough, they no longer let each other look at them like animals.

As a woman with extraordinary wisdom, extraordinary mentors, extraordinary mentors, and extraordinary looks and figures—she believed that she did not have to do such a nasty thing.

When Giles Fonseca knocked on the door and woke up the girl who was immersed in machinery and gears, her only thought was that her sister was crazy.

"Or am I crazy?"

The slanted eyes give the lady who borrowed the photovoltaic desk a sharper face: she is not as tolerant and gentle as her sister. Instead, every sentence is laced with sarcasm or rhetorical questions, just like a piece of metal. The thorns hidden in the belly of the fish always give you a firm squeeze just when you think it is safe.

Giles stepped onto the carpet, took a few steps, and moved her eyebrows.

A metal gear the size of a thumb is stepping on the soft sole of the foot.

"I don't know who is crazy. But I know that if you continue to read like this, I'm afraid you won't be wearing glasses next time."

She walked around the table next to the bookcase and took off the eyes from the bridge of her sister's nose.

A pair of glasses made of twisted copper wire.

Compared with the monocle and the 'distance-viewing bicle' specially designed for ladies to hold, the 'frame glasses' that she proposed to improve and made by her mentor and other gentlemen were obviously much more convenient.

Deloz rubbed his eyes, let out a slight breath as Giles ruffled her hair, hugged her waist, and put his face close to her soft belly.

Rubbed it gently.

"...When I grow up and have a job, you won't have to please anyone anymore."

Giles lowered her eyes and said nothing, stroking her sister's blond hair again and again.

Oil lamps shine false daylight.

"I'm glad you think so, Deloz. But I'm going to tell you this, and I won't tire of saying this: I didn't please him."

Delos gently pushed his sister away.

The two eyebrows, which are not as slender as Giles, but wildly grown, almost clearly indicate the character of the owner.

"I hope you know what you're talking about."

Deloz pinched the bridge of his nose, and his messy blond hair looked like a kitten that was often frightened and had not learned to groom itself: "Don't ask me to say unpleasant words, Giles."

Giles Fonseca smiled lightly.

"Obey, good sister, come with me."

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"It seems you are crazy. How could you-"

"Because I'm your sister, so I can."

Giles's always gentle hands were a little firmer today. She grabbed her sister's slender wrist and pulled her up from the chair. The other party staggered a few steps and muttered dirty words - at this time, she was living like a girl who had grown up in the flower street.

"I paid for you to go to college and learn to read, to listen to arithmetic lectures, to study music, to discuss art with other girls - but you are still my sister, Deloz."

"Actually, Queen's College is free," said Deloz, who was not good at quarreling with his sister. He always had an inherent weakness when looking directly at her. She averted her eyes: "...It's free."

But she still had to try to reason.

“At least, most of the classes are free.”

Deloz added in a low voice.

"I didn't mention the course, dear. I mean, your food and clothing," Giles smiled so annoyingly that she said, "How many years do I have to wait for your salary?"

Deloz frowned: "...Send me to school to learn literacy and arithmetic, and when I become a teacher——"

"When you become a teacher, you can find a job with a good family, and be raped to death by the master or the son of the master for free, giving birth to stinking rotten meat, stuffing it into a vegetable basket, and throwing it away on a deserted night. Go into the ditch - or wait until one day when you are screaming happily, your mistress will find you and put you in the cellar, or in a place full of rats and poisonous snakes. "

Giles' smile continued, and her mouth was filled with bloody words.

Deloz suppressed the corners of his mouth and began to lower his head to study his pair of white socks.

She knew it.

I really know better than my sister.

After going to school and broadening your horizons, of course you will know how much a tutor's annual salary is, and at the same time, what kind of risks you have to take.

The mouse used the bottle cap as a crown.

"Twenty pounds, or thirty or forty, Deloz, maybe your year's salary is just my monthly allowance." Giles touched her sister's chin with her index finger, raised her face, and To myself: "Or, a reward or two."

Deloz's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Mr. Dewinson is a kind and good man. Although he has a bad reputation, he is really a good man."

Giles whispered.

"...I asked about the 'Collins' he was talking about. Deloz, please follow my arrangements. If you become this gentleman's lover..."

Having said this, Giles sighed slightly.

"My dear, I can't give you a decent identity. But at least, I have to find you a suitable, absolutely solid support..."

Giles knew very well that with her status as 'Master of Fonseca', she would not be able to find a good husband for her sister - to be honest, even a woman who has met 'gentlemen' would not think that she would be lucky enough to pick out a piece of dry matter in the mud. Clean sugar.

Instead of being the wife of an alcoholic, drug addicted, beaten-addicted, stingy, mean, heartless man, giving birth to a child, and then braving the cold wind all night long to make money...

Why wasn't it like this earlier?

Any goods should be sold at the beginning while they are expensive.

And it’s best to only sell it once.

The complete opposite of her sister Deloz, Giles is warm on the outside but always lives in a cold prison on the inside.

She knows better than this ignorant and stupid sister how the world in her eyes works, and what is the fate of a girl who has no parents, no powerful relatives, and even grew up in a brothel...

She didn't want to hug and comfort a woman with a bruised nose and face a few years later.

'He cheated on me! Why is this so? ! ’

She didn't allow the words to appear.

Thinking of this, ice flowed down his mouth, freezing the rarely beating heart in his chest to death again.

"Follow me." Giles said without any doubt.

Deloz curled his lips and waved his hand: "I hope he can read."