The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 790 Ch.789 Regretful Promise (Additional)

In the days when the golden-eyed god who saves the suffering cannot save himself and the maids must die...while the gentleman was busy running around with various maids, a letter was finally delivered to the Taylor mansion.

This is a thank you letter.

From the impressive pink-eyed 'girl'.

"Thank you for the perfume."

The letter said.

"Although people are so ignorant nowadays, a person who is setting fires everywhere has invented a new formula - if you listen to advice, hide your identity."

"No one wants to spray something developed by the Incinerator..."

"What if it burns?"

A little more talkative than before.

Although it's still weird.

"I don't understand why you keep telling me to look at the outside world - a blind man, a blind man, telling me to 'open my eyes'."

"Are you always this humorous?"

"Just like my sister."

There is a short paragraph afterwards.

"Of course I have to go out and take a look."

"When you wear a skirt."

Rose laughed out loud after reading it.

She thought this guy was very interesting.

"Why do you keep making friends with people who are so crazy?"

"Yes, Rose."

Rose: ...

He shook the letter, rolled it up and hit Roland on the head.

"A real good friend?"

"uncertain."

"What do you mean by not sure?"

"A person needs to be interesting enough. Boredom is a disaster." The young man who had crossed his legs on the sofa exerted a little force, and a curly-haired gold pound box that stole money everywhere appeared in his arms.

Rose was timid, facing Halida's strange look...

He raised his chin abruptly.

In the firelight, the two gurgling green springs looked more crystal clear.

"…Yeah?"

The voice trembled like butterfly wings.

"Let me see?"

She said.

Then…

Then.

"And then you're gonna wear my fucking skirt?"

…………

…

Actually.

It was Halida's.

I moved to a new house a few days ago.

Roland had a private meal with his uncle and Yam, and spent a lot of money to invite several people from the Court of Inquisition to the tavern for drinks until midnight.

Another group of friends will be invited here today:

Ms. Natalie of Benevento, Mr. Kingsley, who is setting up a detective agency, Miss Cinderella Kratov, Miss Lillian Rose Vansittart, Miss Delozie Fonseca, Mr. Randolph Taylor, Miss Beatrice Taylor—

The list is not long, but Halida has to start preparing the ingredients a whole day in advance.

"No matter how good a maid is, she will eventually become fed up with you."

Rose stood beside the mirror with her hands folded.

In a long mirror with copper edges.

The black-haired 'girl' wore a dark dress and a wide-brimmed hat to cover her hair.

She also wore an emerald necklace (which Rose voluntarily lent) around her neck.

"…Sir, it's fine."

Halida adjusted the angle of his hat brim.

Thinking of Roland wearing his clothes at this moment, his face felt hot.

"I think when he is on the scaffold, you will say that the verdict of the Holy Cross was wrong."

"…We'll be there earlier than Sir, Miss."

Rose was choked by these words.

"Yes, quite right. I shall tell you about it when the time comes, Halida."

Halida pursed her lips, gently plucked the stray hair, and tucked it behind Roland's ear.

Back off.

"Very pretty, sir."

She said.

Roland knelt down in front of the mirror and turned around twice while holding up her skirt.

Rose muttered, "Only women whose husbands have died would wear such a deep skirt..."

Black crepe was worn only by widows.

This one isn't really black.

“I had a husband.”

The pretty girl with golden eyes stared at herself in the mirror. She was terrified by how old her face was now. Without her husband and the nourishment of love, she seemed to have aged in just one day.

She stroked her face and felt sorry for herself, her voice was sad, and she even wiped away tears while speaking:

"My... wuwu... my husband... had to... wuwu... had to kiss a pig's butt..."

Rose \u0026 Halida: Phew.

this…

asshole.

"A true gentleman doesn't go around wearing women's clothes."

"If I can use it to get Pink Rabbit to be my guest, I think it's worth it." Roland raised his hand and pulled up his sleeves. "It will be fun if his sister comes too..."

Pink bunny?

Rose suddenly touched her pocket and looked at Halida again.

The maid understood and quickly brought back the crumpled letter from the living room.

'Of course I'll go out and have a look.'

'When you wear a skirt.'

Rose didn't know what the writer was feeling.

But she knows.

How will he feel tonight?

regret.

And he would carefully consider every word in future letters - if they were still friends after today.

"Are you sure? Don't mess around Roland, that's Benevento."

Rose was suspicious.

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Shelley was enough to surprise her (in fact, it took her a long time to adapt to the life of a real 'lady')...

Benevento?

He is the richest man in the whole country.

"If you were discovered...it would be in the newspapers the next day--"

A pair of golden eyes rapidly enlarged in the sight.

Rose leaned back and almost fell to the ground.

“What are you doing!”

The smiling girl tilted her head in front of her and said in a voice so soft that it was almost like breathing: "I am not Roland Collins."

She said.

'I am her sister, Rosanna Collins.'

Rose rolled her eyes.

"Yes, good-day, Miss Collins. You——"

"What's your name?"

Rosanna demanded.

"…Lillian Rose Vansittart. You have to play, don't you?"

Rosanna blinked her golden eyes, full of cunning: "Ah, your breath smells really bad..."

"Roland Collins!"

Who is that because of?!

Rose pouted twice, grabbed everything she could get and threw it at Roland.

There is only one Halida around to catch.

Obviously, she couldn't carry the maid to catch the girl running by her skirt.

"When you come back, I will...I will..."

The furious girl yelled at the brisk figure:

"I will never give you...I will never give...you..."

She glanced at Halida who was standing beside her.

The maid's face was full of curiosity.

“…I will never sing for you again.”

Halida:?

Miss Rose…think I never saw it?

…………

…

The Benevento family remains the same as always.

As Natalie Benevento said: This rigid manor is like a huge, silent machine made of copper pipes, gears and boilers.

It goes round and round.

There will be no new tricks.

There will be no surprises.

The man in the machine does not die from toil, disease, or the beatings of his master.

Death repeats itself over and over again.

Rupert Benevento thought his sister was right—although he usually agreed in his heart and never showed it...

So as to prevent the other party from taking advantage of the situation.

'machine.'

The boy leaned on the soft pillow and hugged his knees. The milk on the bedside table had gone cold.

'Death comes in waves.'

It goes round and round.

There will be no new tricks.

There will be no surprises.

——Until today.

Knock knock.

'Birds?'

The boy hugged his knees and stared blankly without even raising his eyes.

Knock knock.

'Bad boy's stone? No, the Benevento family doesn't allow bad people to come in... unless they were born here.'

Knock knock.

Repeated tapping.

Rupert Benevento pricked up his ears quietly - when the "dong dong" sounded again, he landed on the carpet with bare feet and walked cautiously towards the arched window...

Knock knock.

The sound stopped.

The owner of the room frowned slightly, grabbed the three-layer thick curtains, hesitated for a few seconds, and then pulled hard!

In an instant.

My heart stopped for half a beat.

Outside the glass window.

A woman in a black dress sat on the balcony railing.

She held up her wide-brimmed hat with one hand, and her black hair fluttered in the wind.

“Your gardener is a hard-working gardener!”

With a bright smile.