The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 778 Ch.777 Yolanda's Goods (Additional)

It is impossible to change the pen name.

Roland thought that there was nothing 'beyond the ordinary' (serious) about him.

Only in this aspect.

He was absolutely sharp.

Absolutely proud too.

"Let's skip the subject of pseudonyms. So, you're in on it?"

“Involved a little bit.”

"here you go."

Randolph snapped his fingers a few times and gloated, "They will cry out to the heavens if they lose a penny. This trend will last for at least a year...ha."

He also asked Roland whether he had been punished and whether he needed help from the Taylor family.

Roland asked him why he didn't follow the trend and adopt a few children.

"Those are just stupid pigs."

Randolph looked disdainful.

"I'd say they're all terribly stupid."

In order to add some topics to the conversation at the tea party, when the ladies who were almost bored to death took their eyes off themselves and their pet dogs, they finally found a new, living doll - what's even better is that this behavior can make them look more "noble".

Be compassionate.

'She called me "Mom" voluntarily yesterday!'

It was because Randolph understood what these people were thinking that he found it even more ridiculous.

"Dignity doesn't matter to those kids, Randolph. 'Gentle control' is a thousand times better... I even adopted one."

"What?"

"I adopted one. A yellow-skinned girl from the East."

Roland pointed at himself with his eyes squinted.

All three were surprised.

Randolph: ...

"Fifteen or sixteen years old...fifteen or sixteen years old! You can change the words next time, such as - bought a slave, or found a lover..."

Roland was also happy to chat with them about Yolanda, the "big trouble".

"The merchant's daughter...?"

When he finished telling the whole story.

Randolph's opinion of girls is extremely high.

"This is a man who is courageous and smart, braver and more decisive than many women... At least this decision is not easy to make."

Randolph said Yolanda's concerns were valid.

No identity, no parents.

Coming to London alone and ensuring that every penny you spend counts - it's almost impossible.

I'm afraid she won't even have the chance to go to Paloymed to exchange the money.

Her choice was absolutely correct.

"The more unlucky you are, the more difficult the people in the high cabinet will be."

Not to mention the subsequent cargo issues.

Even if you are a Londoner, even if you are a man, without background, wisdom and experience, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not be deceived in this regard - every link in the business is like two sailboats about to pass each other.

Who gets the advantage and who suffers the loss when shaking hands depends on individual abilities.

"I know a lot of friends. If it's 'popular' stuff, I can help - but, as I recall, our stuff isn't really needed there?"

Porcelain, silk, tea.

The fat worms in the empire love it.

As for what to sell to the other party...

It can't be a little boy.

"I hope it's mass-market stuff, too. So, Miss Yolanda, you want me to help you, at least tell me what you're going to bring back...right?"

Shelley, Rose House.

Yolanda was not feeling comfortable.

The servants followed Rose's instructions and served her attentively, but she herself found it difficult to adapt - especially during meals.

"She can't eat our food."

Rose told Roland that it wasn't the servants' problem.

at first.

She also made some sarcastic remarks about Yolanda, saying that she was just a businessman's child but behaved like a real young lady.

“I’m just not used to it.”

For each dish, the rich oil and intersection of the more 'special' taste...

Yolanda, the girl with black hair and black eyes, always looked very "difficult" during meals - she tried her best, but Rose and Halida still saw it clearly.

Later, I just held the bread and chewed it in small bites.

"So, tell me what you want to buy. Let's move quickly, spend the money quickly, rent a boat, and get you back to a familiar place quickly - and let me, a kind man, feel at ease."

"Isn't that right, Roland?"

Yolanda glanced at Rose silently, like a cautious rodent, and pursed her lips: "…Thank you, Miss."

"Thank our kind man."

Rose rolled her eyes.

"So, Miss Yolanda, what are you going to bring back? I personally recommend buying a boatload of gum candy - to be honest, I don't really like the crunchy texture, but I have to admit that it's very popular recently, and both children and adults love it."

“There has to be something in your mouth.”

Yolanda shook her head slightly.

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"I'm going to take the balm back...it's sold out in the blink of an eye, sir."

Roland didn't understand.

Rose's expression changed instantly - her green eyes were fierce, and she looked at Yolanda carefully: her eyes, lips, fingers, and even the thickness of her forearm.

That's not enough.

She straightened her waist and fell from the table to the carpet, walked straight in front of her, and pinched Yolanda's cheek with her hands.

Pinch your mouth open.

Look at her teeth and gums.

"Rose?"

Rose ignored Roland abnormally and leaned down to look into the pair of deep black eyes under the black hair.

"Say it again."

"…Miss?"

"Tell me again what you want to buy."

“…balm.”

Yolanda shrank her neck, but Rose did not hit her. She just looked at her deeply for a long while, then turned around and walked back.

"Ointment? What is that?" Roland asked.

Rose's eyelashes drooped slightly: "Laudanum."

"Oh, it's simple? Aren't they sold everywhere?" Roland suddenly realized.

There are a lot of these things in the pharmacy, and Uncle and Yam often drink a sip to relieve pain - he has used it before, so what's the problem?

"Balm is not the same as laudanum, Roland."

Rose knew that Roland seldom went to those shady and vulgar places, and he rarely interacted with gangsters. Most people, like him, only knew about laudanum and...

Baragoli.

A candy made of laudanum mixed with milk, a small piece of which would keep a child still for hours.

The adults will have time to mess around.

When Rose followed Anne on her expeditions, she had seen many people using this thing.

Not so much in previous years.

Until the great and supreme Majesty's mercy and wisdom spread to India, and the rulers of that land 'voluntarily' surrendered some of their power...

The price of this thing is getting lower and lower.

Let me put it this way.

A small but filling piece of bread cost only two or three pennies.

A small bottle of laudanum cost only a penny and a half - including the bottle.

It became popular.

After all, who wouldn’t want to pick up a bottle on their way to and from get off work?

With fourteen to eighteen hours of work a day, those suffering from rheumatism, asthma, and joint pain have no time to find executioners who call themselves doctors and gamble their savings on a card game that they have a high probability of not winning - tincture of opium is the best choice.

Cheap and effective.

If you have enough money, you can buy some and mix it with beer or juice.

Floating in the air.

'This is the panacea! The miraculous secret medicine given to us by the Benefactor that can cure all pain!'

no.

When Rose was with the Elephants, she had seen men who crushed up ointments and inhaled them—not laudanum, not balagoli.

It is the most primitive brown poison without any processing or additives.

It will turn people into an indescribable monster like a zombie...

Many people didn't notice.

The lower class doesn't care, the upper class only use those diluted, flavored and alcohol-added luxury products...

Rose knew it well.

This is a terrible thing.

Something that makes people insane, crazy, and turns them into monsters.