The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 9: Madman Rose
Rose kept her promise, and so did Roland.

The next evening, when he passed by the restaurant, he took away a few knives and forks, a can of pepper, and took out a few cufflinks and two bow ties that he had never worn before from the closet.

After waiting for the people in the house to disappear again, I went to the backyard.

Throw a stone over first.

No response, wait a few minutes.

Throw another stone.

back and forth.

He stood at the foot of the wall for a long time until a stone hit his feet.

Thrown in from outside the wall.

"…Rose?"

It was Rose who responded to him, but she was a little annoyed: "You blind man! This is not the backyard at all!"

Roland was stunned.

"This is the side door, the side door. The backyard has to go around to the west. Do you know how long my people have been waiting?"

It just means you are truly trustworthy.

Roland wrapped the thing in his coat, rolled it into a ball, and threw it out with force.

The coat fell apart in the air.

There was a tinkling sound outside the wall.

"I could have rolled in here you idiot! I almost got stabbed in the face with a knife-!!"

The girl stamped her feet in frustration.

"You can't see, and your brain is as stupid as a donkey..." She muttered for a while. Roland suddenly felt something moving above his head and quickly took a few steps back.

The person landed silently, and only he, who was so close, could hear the faint crunching sound of his footsteps on the grass.

Like a cat.

She came in.

"I think this wall can only stop the crippled." Rose was very proud, bent her waist, and looked around cautiously behind Roland. After waiting for a while and seeing that no one was around, she stretched and sat on his chair.

"Even a blind man can't be stopped."

Roland: ...

"Where are all the servants?"

"At this time every day, they all go to one place to pray," Roland said.

"Pray? To whom?" Rose crossed her legs and nonchalantly fiddled with the teardrop-shaped sapphire on her finger. It was much smaller than the one on the brooch Roland returned to her, but it was indeed pointed.

"The Father of All."

"…who?"

Rose seemed not to have heard clearly and asked again in a strange tone.

"All-Father...?"

Roland wasn't sure either, Seth said.

"No believer would pray to the Father of All at night." The female thief didn't seem to be wearing "work clothes" today, and her soft soles made a light sound on the lawn. "You guys are not believing in some illegal religion, are you?"

She was reminding him.

"Yeah." Roland responded nonchalantly. "Maybe."

Rose did not shy away from the question and said in a frivolous tone: "Such a pretty face, it's such a pity to burn it. Don't say I didn't tell you, Roland, I've seen people burned to death - what are they called...executors...? Anyway, they don't care who you are."

She circled around Roland twice and stuffed the thing into his hand.

A sharp gem, a vellum letter, a small bottle of liquid.

"The envelope contains a female cat's whiskers. You don't know how much effort I put into catching her." Rose shook her newly curled hair, but suddenly remembered that the other party was blind, and felt a little depressed. "…Anyway, we are even, pretty face. I did everything you asked. If you are caught, don't give me away."

Roland was curious about where she got the lamp oil.

"The oil in the lamp that looked at the woman crying all night?"

Rose joked: "This happened to all the girls who made their first appearance in Notty's golden lamp. I hid in the closet and stared at her and cried for half the night. After the man left, I bought her two pieces of bread - *** (expletive) She makes money so easily, I don't know why she is so pretentious*** (expletive)"

Roland clenched the glass bottle in his hand and frowned: "Noti Golden Lamp..."

Rose approached Roland with a wicked smile, leaned forward with her hands behind her back, and stared at him intently with her light green eyes: "I think you are quite suitable for Notty's Golden Lamp. The most beautiful person in it is not half as beautiful as you."

Roland blinked, then took a step forward without warning - if Rose hadn't dodged quickly, their faces would have almost collided.

She fell and sat down on the grass. "You are so rude!"

A smile appeared on Roland's face. He stretched out his hand in a certain direction and said, "I'm sorry to make you regret it, but I did miss the Noti Golden Lamp."

Snapped.

Hands are opened.

"You think I don't know..." Rose pouted, and as she stood up, she secretly stepped on the tip of Roland's shoe with the sole of her shoe. "You weren't so aggressive when you were in the workhouse, pretty face."

"You are better informed than I thought."

"That is."

Rose brushed her legs. It didn't sound like a skirt, but some kind of thick, tight pants. "I have to know who I'm doing business with, right?"

She began to feel proud again.

"You're very lucky, Collins."

Yes.

Roland thought so too.

Good luck allowed him to receive the letter and avoid being led to the Noti Golden Lamp; good luck allowed him to meet Nina, a woman with a lot of wonderful stories; good luck also...

By chance, he found the bone saw in the drawer of the living room.

The living room, not the kitchen.

There was soft minced meat on it.

The smell is the same as theirs.

Roland dared to guess that it was human blood.

He had smelled it many times. Women who died during childbirth would have that smell all night long.

Then it stinks.

No wonder the number of servants is decreasing.

"I wish I could buy such a big house."

Rose didn't know what Roland was thinking. She put her hands behind her back and walked around the house wall for a long time, showing no intention of leaving.

Roland smiled and said, "Then you have to steal everything from that jewelry store."

"Too slow and too dangerous." Rose frowned and shook her head vigorously: "It's better to just break into the house of a rich person like you and take whatever you want."

Roland pondered for a moment.

Move aside and raise your hands.

"Then please."

Under the wall covered with ivy, the moonlight shines on the boy's face, giving him a hazy and weird feeling.

Rose opened her mouth but no words came out.

"If the house was robbed, it was the servants and the housekeeper's fault." Roland tilted his head. "What can a blind man expect?"

"…Will I take all your stuff away?"

Roland nodded in agreement, turned around and led her into the house. "This is the second deal, Rose."

However, the woman was so excited that she couldn't hear Roland's words at all. Her footsteps were so heavy that they could be heard clearly. She kept muttering, "I've wanted to do this for a long time. Use a hammer to break the lock, or get a carriage to crash in... and steal whatever I see..."

"Ms. Rose."

"I know, I know!" She replied impatiently, "Don't even mention lamp oil. I can bring a girl to cry in front of you in person."

"No, I only want a hundred--"

"I don't accept this deal!!"

The woman behind him was a little annoyed, and screamed like a cat, "Do you know how many times you will be scratched if you pull a cat's whiskers?!"

"Seven times."

"what?"

“Because it’s seven times.”

Rose didn't understand and muttered something to curse him.

Roland suddenly realized at this moment that he seemed to have been "contaminated" by Miss Nina.

Now, he is subtly out of sync with the world.

(End of this chapter)