The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 788: Yolanda's Gains and Losses

A lot of information was obtained overnight.

The cost is also high.

In order to find a way to sneak into the small manor, Roland bravely asked Shandel to try her newly learned skills on his face - the disguise techniques in the half book of organology.

So much so that now my whole face looks like melted candle.

"I have to blend in first so I can put on my robes and mask - you think there are no ritualists outside the manor?"

"I said I should go. Roland, this is disgusting, really disgusting..."

Roland lay on his back on the bed with his head exposed.

There is a wooden barrel under the head.

To catch the 'matter' that was flowing out of his face - specifically, the baby's.

"I tried my best, Vansittart. The great art in that secret book is badly incomplete. I can't do it like the crow."

Shandel gently picked up a piece of "dough" with his fingers, threw it into the bucket, and wiped Roland's face with a handkerchief dipped in water.

Rose muttered, "You always say how great your grandfather is, but now..."

"Who told you not to listen to me? Otherwise, would your arm be broken?"

"If you go, you can't come back."

"You always have a point."

She was not angry that Roland had left her to go on an 'adventure'. She was angry that the incident had originally started with her, but it was Roland who was hurt.

If she hadn't insisted on letting Roland intervene, and hadn't been whispering in his ear about the dangers of the ointment...

He wouldn't become like this.

"Rose."

The little thief's face cannot hide his thoughts.

Roland tilted his head.

"You usually give an apology with a kiss on the cheek."

Rose: ...

She looked at his half 'pus-stained' face with disgust and tilted her head back.

Baji.

Shandel gave him a kiss.

Rose:?!

"Are you crazy? Kratov?"

Cinder dropped his handkerchief and pretended to kiss Rose.

So the two of them started chasing each other in the house.

Halida silently moved over from the corner, sat on the still warm stool, and took a new handkerchief.

"…Sir, stop laughing."

It's almost flowing into my mouth.

"Sometimes I wish they could have more fun than just killing each other, but I don't want that fun to be me."

Halida smiled and wiped her master's face gently.

"Playthings lead to loss of ambition."

The voice is cold.

yes.

There was a fifth person in the room.

"I have heard a great deal tonight, Miss Yolanda."

Yolanda on the other bed was wrapped in a quilt, with only her head sticking out and looking over here.

"That's all I can say."

Her eyelashes drooped slightly.

"I can only say that you still have a conscience..."

"She actually praised me, Halida. Incredible."

Halida pushed Roland's head down, saying angrily and laughingly, "Stop, stop moving... sir."

She pulled the stool forward again, and when the slime had almost dried up, she simply put Roland's head on her lap.

"Bassotai has trade dealings with Yoram ben Bertrand. Besides that, he has bigger dealings with your king - or other councillors. You and your lady came to London, you can't be ignorant of everything, right?"

A struggle appeared on Yolanda's face.

"Rebellious. You know that?"

silence.

"On the way back, I had a very interesting guess - Miss Yolanda. If that's the case, then why don't you become a Londoner through and through?"

Roland moved his head in coordination with Halida's fingers.

"When it comes to assassination, I'm afraid you have nothing to worry about. Why not stay in London... I think you are interested in ritualists, or some other art or industrial products - we have everything here."

Yolanda knew what Roland was hinting at.

Or rather.

She knew exactly what Basotai and his traitors were planning, and what kind of shocking deal they had with the master of this country - if they succeeded...

She really has no worries.

“My skin is yellow.”

"My eyes are also yellow, what's the problem?" Roland tilted his head, puzzled: "If you want to avenge your master, I can fully understand. But for other reasons..."

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Yolanda sighed.

His clear and cold eyes seemed somewhat dull at this moment.

She suddenly recalled the green willows, yellow orioles, purple embroidery and red silk of her hometown.

The young lady's gentle complaints, the girls gathered around the small table to show off whose embroidery was the best, who fell where, who said something weird yesterday that annoyed whom -

Pavilions and towers.

The flowing water meandered over the broken mask, the tattered hood, and the injured man on the wooden table.

It kept flowing into her heart.

Rumbling factories, a city forged by black smoke and fire, black silk top hats, leather shoes clattering in the mud, and red- and yellow-haired foreigners everywhere - this is not her home.

"There has to be some hope in life...Mr. Collins."

Yolanda's eyes were red as she slowly bowed to him.

"I should always thank you and the ladies for your help. If it weren't for you..."

hope.

Roland took the towel and wiped his wet hair.

Halida forced him to sit on a small stool without a backrest, with his hands resting on his knees obediently - she was going to wring out his hair and then comb it for about ten minutes.

"Your hope is gone, Yolanda. Your master is dead."

"But I'm not dead yet."

The soul in Yolanda's body had already gone with her master to a country that might not even exist.

Now, the confusion inside is gradually gathering.

"I am not dead yet."

She suddenly spoke softly like a mother talking to her child, as if all the wind, frost and anger were locked outside the house - mothers always like to fool their children. This kind of white lie will slowly melt into hot tears in the long and lonely journey of the child after he opens the door.

“I can bring hope to more people…”

"Mr. Collins."

"There's always some hope in life, right?"

The room was quiet.

Apart from the 'brushing' sound made by Halida's comb teeth rubbing against her hair.

Others just leaned or stood there, watching her quietly.

"I don't ask for more help, Mr. Collins, and these three ladies. I have escaped from that devil's den with my life. If I ask you to fight against one or more powerful sorcerers, it would be a betrayal."

She didn't care about those strange looks, they were just fleeting ripples on the lake.

"Please let me stay a few more days."

"Soon, I will find a fleet to take me back to my hometown..."

Even if I die.

It also wants to rot in the soil of its hometown.

Yolanda thought.

She is just a mortal, unable to avenge the young lady...

What else could she do?

The girl with dim eyes looked at the man who was shaking his black hair like a dog, and saw her maid covering her face and barking non-stop.

She was happy like this too.

"Before you leave, do you have to repay me for saving your life?"

"gentlemen?"

Yolanda was stunned.

"Teach me your language...I should be a good student."