The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 740 Ch.739 Toothless Rat

"I won twenty-five shillings this afternoon, dear."

"That's good, ma'am."

Ms. Blade is now 'liberated'.

This fleet is to her what the Flower Street is to Fernandez:

It was the first time that Roland saw so many ways to play dice and poker - even some things you would never think of could be used for betting in the eyes of gamblers.

For example, on which side of the boat will the next bird land first.

Is the number of hairs pulled out an odd or even number?

Guess the remaining buttons on the dress.

How many chess pieces were lost in the box where the chessboard was placed? Blade and the sailors never got tired of this, engaging in a happy activity that Roland and Shandel might never experience: gambling.

This entertainment, which may seem boring to outsiders but thrilling to experts, is the loudest sound during the voyage besides the sound of waves and sails.

They drank rum and smoked, making the cabin smoky and smelly. The dirty words mixed with the salty smell under the sweaty thin shirts. Every time Roland opened the cabin door, he had to suffer an extra torture.

These salty dogs.

Blade loves it to death.

In her words, the hardest thing to find in life is excitement.

However, Shandel told Roland that based on her understanding of herself, the lady's purpose was probably to win all the wages accumulated by these people during the voyage. When they returned home and greeted the eyes of their elderly mothers or wives with children...

My pockets are empty.

That would be really interesting.

"Are all of you Saints so..." Roland thought for a moment: "So 'considerate'."

“No.”

Shandel shook his head: "I am more considerate than them."

"Everyone around you has special skills."

The same goes for sailors.

Roland had seen an old sailor who raised mice on the ship. He used a glass jar to store his treasure: a gray-haired mouse with its teeth pulled out. The jar wall was stained with grayish-yellow oil, and the mouse's long tail was tied into a knot with string.

Can anyone guess what it's used for?

Roland borrowed two cigarettes from Fernandez for expenses, but only used one and got the answer from the other sailors.

An answer...that would allow him to see a new world.

Before I answer this question, I have to talk about the food and drink on the ship. For well-known reasons, every time the ship docked, the cabin was replenished with fruits and pickled meat. Every two days, the sailors were given a citrus the size of a pocket watch and a cruelly cut pickled meat strip.

There is no limit on the amount of hard bread.

Fruit would keep them from getting stupid diseases, meat would provide more energy: and then there was fat.

grease.

It's smooth and animals like it.

Remember the toothless mouse?

Remember the string on its tail?

The more Roland listened, the more disgusted he became.

He covered Shandel's ears and pushed her out the door, but the girl asked the sailor with interest: Is there no one who wants to get extra meat from the old sailor's share? They are smarter than mice, right?

Soon the sailor's face was filled with disgust.

"If we were afloat, Roland, you'd never need grease..."

"That's right, Your Majesty, can we not talk about rats and grease sticks? I'm about to vomit my lunch."

Shandel opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back when Roland coughed.

"She probably wants to say the rabbit in my mouth."

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You are crazy, Wrench.

"I often lament the madness of your two actions. You are more like followers of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood than saints. I wonder if Enid had been late and you had become a follower of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood..."

"That is definitely a story that cannot be more forbidden."

Not only do the old sailors have special skills, the younger ones are not much worse.

It is hard to imagine that there is a "market" on this small ship - they use cigarettes and unfinished rum as currency to trade daily necessities or simply sell them to those greedy people.

In addition, cabins, posters, necklaces, clothing, and the order and time of activities after the next login can also be traded.

The few expensive cigars Roland carried with him were of no value at all.

On the contrary, one pack of the lowest quality cigarettes is enough to make a man a king in a short period of time.

——Xindel’s words came true.

Some people do sell their mouths.

Or something else…

In short, these are places that cannot be described in detail - and few people have the opportunity to observe them carefully.

Of course, this sale is not public.

They also know that this is a blasphemous and undignified act.

But some people just want to smoke, eat more, or make their own money from other people's pockets - and the other side also needs someone to help fan the sails for their own warship's mast.

Such transactions usually did not take place in the largest public cabin: there people exchanged cigarettes, leftover potatoes or posters, leaned on or sat on chairs, traded, sang and competed to tell the funniest jokes.

Roland used two cigarettes and listened to a dozen jokes.

"Listen, listen, if this gentleman will take any notice of me when he comes ashore, I'll rent my Mary to him for fifteen shillings!"

"Come on, your horse-assed girl is worth seven at most...Besides, she's not your wife."

"Her husband is dead!" The sailor who was speaking was angry. He turned to Roland and said, "I have more than fifteen wives. If you like her, you have to have at least twenty. I also have to save money for her to buy clothes and raise children..."

The sailors had never seen a real 'young master' or 'young lady' up close - Fitz Roy didn't count.

Roland and Cinder's condescension made them more talkative and enthusiastic than before, and the public cabin was as lively as a festival.

Go with the flow.

Roland and Chandel were also invited to tell a few jokes.

"The first time I saw my father cry was when I was eight years old."

The gray-haired girl leaned on Roland's shoulder and scanned the pairs of eyes around her.

"kitchen."

She said softly.

"I was using a smaller paring knife to cut onions - oh, Onion was the name of his favorite pet dog."

Roland: Hahahahahaha!

Sailors: ...

"One more! One more!"

The sailors shouted.

Roland also said one.

About Randolph.

"…I have two diseases," he whispered. "One is amnesia, and the other is an incurable tumor that is killing me - but there is good news."

Roland paused.

"Fortunately, there is no fatal disease."

Shandel: Haha!

This joke is not far off from the treatment given to the Shandel joke - both men can only make each other laugh.

The sailors were also puzzled.

Are all jokes of upper-class people... so bloody?