The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 774: Dark Tuning Fork and Bee Sting

Yolanda was a soft-skinned woman with a hard heart, and as Rose put it, she had 'a dagger in her sleeve' - and indeed, she was.

When the children climbed onto the ground together and ran forward in the face of Roland's shouts, only Yolanda stood out.

Fortunately, she was not targeted by the bullets, but she took a long detour. When the children ran towards hope, she secretly returned to the alley not far from Noti's golden lamp and watched Roland being "taken" to the carriage with a cross pattern on it.

Barefoot.

Asking all the way, dodging all the way, hiding all the way.

I waited until Roland arrived.

"You don't think that if you find Roland, you can ask him to send you home?"

Yolanda shook her head slightly, turned her head, and looked at Roland very seriously: "I...I...have money."

After saying that, he buried his head in his knees somewhat shyly, and reached into his tattered clothes - Rose could see it clearly.

It was a ticket sewn into the lining, and it would be difficult to find its location without rubbing it inch by inch with your hands.

Yolanda broke the threads one by one.

Pull out a wide, crumpled piece of paper.

“…Paroyemed’s deposit slip.”

Xiandel frowned, took it, took a look, and handed it to Roland.

"I now believe that her father is a businessman."

There is quite a lot of numbers on that deposit slip.

Since she used the word 'disappear', no one would force her to change it to 'die'.

Rose just wondered, are these merchants even made of gold?

You can’t even find the bodies of your family members, and you’re still thinking about making money?

Shandel shook his head slightly at Roland.

The absence of an embassy meant that Yolanda had to rely on herself - and a merchant's daughter who had been sailing on the sea for years would not be unfamiliar with ships, sailors and the sea.

Her purpose is clear:

Before leaving London, find someone you can trust to keep yourself safe and make sure every penny is spent in the right place.

There is no better place to be an executive officer.

"…You…are a good person…and have saved many children."

Yolanda looked expectant: "Help...me...sir, I...will pay..."

Roland looked at her quietly for a moment, and his smile suddenly brightened:

"OK."

He said.

"I agree."

The three women in the tea room frowned together.

"You are not a nosy person."

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That's right.

"So you want to keep her as your maid?"

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Of course not.

"So you really want to help her?"

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Um.

"I'm curious."

"You seemed to have made your decision right at the beginning, on that street?"

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Miss Nina couldn't sleep well during that period, and she always talked in her sleep after midnight.

"I do not understand."

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This woman.

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Speaks the same language as Miss Nina.

…………

…

The three of them wondered why Roland insisted on doing this.

Shandel finds it troublesome, Rose doesn't like Yolanda, and Halida...she listens to Roland.

Joking aside, no one really thinks about the other side - the obscene side.

To be honest, with Roland Collins's face...

"So you 'stored' it at my house again?"

When Shandel said this, Rose rolled her eyes to the sky - she knew Roland would do this, and throw the trouble to herself.

"By the way, what the hell did you ask that idiot scholar to research... Anyway, he told me to tell you that if you have time, you can go there - it's already been made."

"real?"

Roland said excitedly: "An idea from Miss Nina's story."

Because the Notty Golden Lamp case was such a big deal, Shandel had to go to the church frequently these days. Only Roland, Rose and Halida visited Mr. Darwin.

"The servant will tell you where the bathroom and the garden are - don't leave the Shelleys' house, understand?"

Darwin has been having a very easy time lately.

Without those guests who came to chat and meaningless social events, there would be no devout believers who would break down the door with knives and guns and look for him to give an "explanation" to the Father of All Things as he imagined.

He was comfortable and laid back.

When Roland knocked on the door, he was hugged by the "old brown bear" who rushed out of the house and patted his back several times.

"I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Collins."

"Start by untying me...?"

He was wearing a loose-fitting nightgown, and a leather gauntlet seemed to be hidden in the vague cuffs.

"Come in, come in, Lord Poseidon. Oh, and Miss Vansittart, yes, Miss Halida, please come in."

He welcomed the people into the house and brought a few chairs.

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Very enthusiastic.

There are many carrots on the cupboard.

“Try new dishes.”

Darwin shrugged.

“You can see that he is indeed leisurely.”

"I like this kind of life, Roland. It's time for me to take a break - besides, Darwin is 'dead', isn't he?"

Instead of pouring them tea, he rolled up his sleeves and showed off to Roland like a child.

"I hope I'm not mistaken."

A black arm guard was wrapped around the hairy forearm.

Rose poked the leather with her finger and looked at Roland: "Is this what you want? A hunter's gauntlet that any leatherworker can make?"

Darwin shook his head mysteriously: "Then Roland doesn't need me anymore."

He took it off and demonstrated it to them.

It's actually a simple and deadly weapon.

It is fixed to the inside of the forearm by a set of leather straps and is divided into two parts. The upper part is wrapped around the upper arm, and the lower part is close to the wrist. The tightness is adjusted with a copper buckle - the size information is marked on one end of the buckle for easy matching.

"It's soft sheepskin inside."

He spread the leather flat so that Roland could see the roughly sewn lining, then unscrewed the thin brass shell to reveal the ratchet and spring assembly inside.

"Here's the trigger." He pointed to the leather cord: "Just like a gun, just pull it gently..."

clang——!

The blade popped out instantly!

Halida exclaimed "Wow".

This made Darwin very happy, and he winked at her: "It seems that there are still people who know what's good."

He tapped the blade with his thumb and gently pulled the leather cord.

As the metal rubbed against each other, the blade magically bounced back.

"…Unbelievable, can they really do that? How… did they do that? How can they take it back?"

"Knowledge."

Rose: ...

Just eat carrots this week.

"The current length is six inches, and I can't guarantee its accuracy. After it's put back into the sheath... here, I sewed an extra layer of hard cowhide, and added a thin piece of lead as a counterweight." He pointed to his wrist and waved it a few times as if demonstrating. "I don't know how you will use it, so I designed these parts to be more split..."

"The lining, the blade length, the weight, the trigger strength, the buckle tension—everything you can imagine can be adjusted and remade."

As he spoke, he asked Roland to stretch out his right hand so that he could put it on.

"Your description is too simple, so I just gave it some free rein... Let's give it a try."

Roland shook his arms and subconsciously rolled up the thin leather rope and wrapped it around his fingers.

Lift your wrist slightly.

clang!

The blade gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

"I really want to applaud your wisdom. Although I know that 'evolution theory' deserves more praise than this 'little thing', but..."

Roland turned his arm and pulled the leather cord back and forth like a child with a new toy.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of "clang clang clang" of popping and retracting.

The old scholar put his hands on his hips, finally satisfied.

"I don't know how I can help you - I'm afraid any reward is not as important as my life. So," he nodded his big head and grinned at Rose and Halida, "I wish you victory over every enemy."