The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 773 Ch.772 Yolanda

Roland swore that he didn't know this yellow-skinned girl.

Enid said swearing was useless.

"When we get back, I'll look in the warehouse and find you a mask-shaped wonder."

——It’s no wonder Enid complained.

Ever since Paul Collins and James Jones became the store managers of the "Fountain of Youth" in West London, Roland would occasionally take a break from his busy schedule to work as a temporary clerk.

result.

It caused a big trouble.

Every day.

Every. One. Day.

There were always strange letters delivered by newsboys or messengers.

The better ones will even tell the letter's recipient's last name and title, and be polite when you come and be polite when you leave.

For the second-rate ones, just put them on the counter.

The words used in it were so colorful that Yam was amazed.

This can be divided into two parts.

Some simply express appreciation, using elegant and obscure words, borrowing from poems, historical allusions and famous quotes; others are so explicit that they are vulgar, not even as good as those half-bride women on the street (Yam language).

For example, the most standard letter that old Collins still uses to tease Roland.

There is only one sentence in it.

'I want to eat your dick!'

That afternoon.

Yam held the piece of letter in his hand, shaking with anger.

(According to my uncle, she also swore a lot—at the air and at the name that was obviously a pseudonym.)

Anyway, he laughed for a long time, until Roland went home and questioned whether the letter might be for "Old Collins" -

Then, Yam calmed down immediately.

'Oh, like the old 'fella'? Have her come in the morning, I'm just making chicken nuggets and pasta.'

Puhu Collins was unhappy.

'You didn't hint at anything, did you?'

'What do you expect me to say?'

"I expect you to tell the truth! Tell the truth to Roland! He is not a child anymore, how can you slander me in front of him?"

'Just a joke... a slander? Oh, okay, you said I lied?'

'I... I just didn't like the joke. I didn't say you were lying.'

Then the two of them left Roland and went back to the bedroom, talking to each other.

the next day.

Roland asked them who won last night.

The old man with drooping eyes said nothing. After asking for a long time, he finally said: Honesty wins.

In order not to embarrass my uncle.

Roland gave him a new name.

Puhu Ernest Collins.

That should be the case. After all, Roland doesn't understand these things either.

"So, you brought her back like this?"

Shelley, Rose House.

The gathered cultists sat around a round table and ate cut fruits and freshly baked fish-shaped butter cookies.

——In the middle is the girl who had hugged Roland’s legs and refused to let go even if beaten to death.

"I thought you were just describing it, Roland."

Shandel covered her lips, looked at the silent girl with her eyes downcast, and then looked at Roland with a strange expression.

Her face was covered in bruises, her oddly styled robe was torn in several places, and there were two large holes on her knees.

I will never let go even if you kill me.

"You really hit her."

"I didn't do anything."

Roland bit into an apple slice, leaned back, and crossed his left leg.

"I walked a little way like that, bought you some gum, and called a carriage."

"So...wait, wait," Rose blinked, "What do you mean by 'just walked for a while'...it can't be what I thought..."

Roland nodded: "Just walk like that. She bumped into it herself, and also knocked over the wooden shelves and the shoemaker's cabinet beside the road... I didn't hit her."

You might as well beat her up.

Rose got a headache just thinking about that scene.

"You mean to say that you, a gentleman dressed in a proper manner, with a cane in your hand, and your left leg held by a woman of fifteen or sixteen, came out of church to buy candy, crossed half the street, hailed a cab--and walked on the street?"

Roland: Uh-huh.

Shandel: ...

Rose: ...

Halida: ...

The three ladies silently turned their gaze to the girl.

Such perseverance and thick face...

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"…So…at least tell us your name?"

The black-haired, black-eyed girl raised her eyes timidly, glanced quickly at Rose, then shrank back like a small animal and moved her chair towards Roland.

"Yes, that's good. Another Halida."

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However, Shandel stared at her sitting posture for a long while, as if thinking about something.

…………

…

The girl was indeed terrified.

Even if Roland didn't tell them what was inside the Noti Golden Lamp, the three people present had enough imagination - a slave who grew up in a circus, a thief who roamed the streets, and a pious and holy candidate for saint...

So the girls were not in a hurry. They drank tea and talked about the recent war of words in the newspapers, waiting for her to speak.

Twenty minutes.

When the topic was over, she finally revealed half of her face from her knees.

“…Yolanda.”

She said.

The wounds moistened by the tea juice healed without any hoarseness, just like spring water flowing through moss.

"My name is Yolanda."

Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, as if she had to weigh every word carefully.

"You should be thankful that your parents gave you enough wisdom to understand and speak our language - otherwise, you would have ended up in a workhouse... Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Shandel seemed very interested in her.

“…I understand.”

Yolanda stumbled.

"…But, I know how to learn, but I haven't learned this standard."

She was like a damp string in the London morning mist, trembling wetly.

"Standard?" This is absurd: "There is only one standard English. The one we speak, and the others are wrong."

Shandel was afraid of scaring her again, so he softened his voice a little.

Ask her where she is from.

How was the Noti Golden Lamp stolen?

Ask her parents, her friends, her purpose - and, most importantly, her purpose.

Why do you keep holding on to Roland?

Obviously, this girl couldn't be Roland's former friend.

Although the workhouse was chaotic, at least only those with clean skin were qualified to go in and suffer.

This yellow woman is not much "higher" than Halida.

"I am coming from…"

Yolanda.

The daughter of a merchant who came across the sea.

Whirlpools, pirates, guns.

Noti Golden Lamp.

Roland.

The story is almost uneventful. From the time she and her father went to sea, to the time she met pirates, to the time she was captured and sold to the Notty Golden Lamp in London - an ordinary girl, an ordinary tragic story.

Rose smacked her lips.

From the moment she entered the room, her eyes had been wandering over Yolanda.

It’s not like she hasn’t seen people of other skin colors.

I just haven’t seen anything so…beautiful.

"Then why did you insist on waiting for Roland at the church entrance? I mean, the gentleman with golden eyes beside you - you are not stupid, you should know that it is not safe on the street at night, right?"

The girl's eyelashes trembled, and when she turned towards Roland, she gently touched his fingertips with a look of help.

“…I want to go home.”

She said.