The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 164 Ch.163 Southern District Soft Tongue

A newsboy brought a letter from the cake lady.

She made an appointment on the South Side.

This is a place Roland is unfamiliar with.

Since coming to London, he has rarely been to: a coffee shop somewhere in the South End, before the sun has completely disappeared.

The coachman knew the location, but he reminded Roland to be careful.

‘I think you are not an ordinary person, so I have to say more nonsense. ’

‘The people there are uncommonly rude. ’

When Roland saw the cafe, he knew that the coachman was right.

The thick beam heads were exposed, and the ceiling was very low. Even in the daytime, Roland guessed that the store was dark.

The window is a common small glass pane, with a few large parasols outside. The four walls are lined with round-headed long nails and a row of wainscoting, with all kinds of 'hawking' plastered on them.

for example:

‘Little girl, thirteen years old, new, good at serving others. ’

‘Black, male, seventeen years old, with nimble legs and feet and strong strength. ’

Roland also saw "leaflets" posted by some husbands themselves - which introduced in detail the 'benefits' of their wives and a few 'acceptable minor problems', and wrote in large letters at the bottom of the paper, 'Price is negotiable. ' the words.

Several men in felt hats were holding cigarettes and leaning against the wall, chatting away while looking towards the street; a shoe shiner was on the other side, carrying all his belongings, and two more people stood beside him. A boy of seven or eight years old.

When Roland got off the carriage, almost everyone who was doing nothing on the street focused their attention on his face.

First his face, then the suit on his body and the leather shoes on his feet.

There were a few young boys who were eager to try, but found that his destination was a cafe, so they cursed a few words with sullen eyebrows and sat back on the steps.

The name of the cafe is: Soft Tongue.

Roland didn't know how to evaluate it.

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I really can’t come up with a name.

"You have no right to say this."

The room was predictably dark, even with the two meager gas lamps on.

Not many people.

Rose sat in the back.

"Hey! I'm here!"

She stood up and waved from afar.

Roland was surprised by what the cake lady was wearing today: she was wearing a suit and a gentleman's hat.

Presentable.

"Come on!" She jumped over and pulled Roland to sit down: "What do you want to eat? There are hams, sponge cakes, and toast... Yes, you have to try their coffee, but you are wrong No more!”

She chattered again, as she had in Fork County.

Roland tried not to show surprise and pointed at her top.

"...What's going on?"

"Good question, pretty face. This is a suit, do you still need me to introduce it to you? Just like what you are wearing."

She stared at Roland's face, but found no anger or dissatisfaction on it.

So, I was even happier.

"What I wear is better than what you wear...it's on par with you, right?"

Fivepence for a cup of coffee.

A sandwich with four or five slices of ham and a glass of sherry for fourpence.

A piece of sponge cake, three pieces of crispy bread spread with butter, two small steaks two fingers wide, ten pence.

"Mr. Vansittart is paying today! She's rich recently!" The girl yelled loudly. Apparently, she knew the boss here, and they chatted for a while in front of the counter.

After a while, the buttered, steaming shortbread arrived.

But before Roland could take action, a piece of paper folded several times was thrust into his hand.

"Please help me find out what it means?"

Rose looked around mischievously - at this time, all the idle people were "working" outside, and there was no one in the cafe.

But she still lowered her voice: "I know you can see it. Help me see what it means."

The blue ink marks left on the paper are not pretty.

This is a forbidden story.

'The evil giant broke into the princess's home. ’

‘It killed kings and queens and enslaved the people. ’

'The princess endured the pain, waiting for the opportunity for a giant to distract herself...'

'a chance. ’

'She and her loyal guards sneaked into the palace, killed the giant, and regained their kingdom. ’

‘People supported her as the true king. ’

Just such a simple, but somewhat forbidden story.

The giant inside broke the rules.

Roland shook the letter and didn't quite understand what it meant.

"Forbidden story, you want me to take you to the trial court?"

Rose rolled her eyes: "You'd better capture your friend, and then I'll tell the other black crows that you and I are on the same team."

She snatched the letter back and read it again and again.

"This is what our leader gave me..."

"Boss?"

"Mr. Diamond." Rose put down the letter and frowned: "She hasn't been feeling well lately."

As for what was wrong, Rose didn't say anything.

She asked about the previous banquet and asked Roland if he had found her sisters.

found it.

But, it's a corpse.

Seeing Roland's hesitation, the girl's emerald green eyes gradually dimmed.

She picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.

"I have a friend who has been burned here," she pointed to her neck: "...Maybe you haven't seen her in 'those', right? She may have really married into a small place... "

Burn marks.

Roland thought of the woman who "broken" in his arms.

"…Maybe, Rose. I have never seen the person you are talking about."

The girl with a flushed face looked at Roland for a long time, said nothing, turned around and ordered another glass of wine.

When the waiter put down the wine and left, Roland reached into his arms, pulled out two golden glass tubes, gently placed them on the table, and pushed them to the girl opposite.

"Holy water?" Rose blinked.

She still remembered that Roland asked her to drink it at the banquet.

Warm in the stomach.

"It's holy water." Roland stared at her, hinting: "The 'magic' of us people is divided into negative and positive. And the cultist at the banquet belongs to the negative side. Holy water can not only dispel its influence on you - when it comes into contact with negative creatures, it's like flames touching ice and snow."

"You may need it."

Roland knocked on the table: "Or, tell your troubles to your friends."

Rose didn't say anything, raised the glass, and covered one eye.

The emerald green dispersed into a floating algae in the dark brown wine.

"What is 'real power', Roland?" She suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Is it your magic?"

Roland took a sip of hot coffee and didn't answer, but asked another question: "Rose, are you a kind person?"

"Kind?" Rose was puzzled.

"I mean, full of compassion in my heart."

Miss Cake put down her wine glass and curled her lips: "If an old, blind, lame, dead husband and son, and a woman who makes a living by pasting matchboxes has gold pounds in her hand - I will steal it without hesitation."

"You can just say no, the lady who pastes paper boxes."

The girl smiled evilly.

"So, are you a vicious person?" Roland asked again: "Do those who suffer make you happy?"

Rose shrugged: "I just like money, countless money... I like the excitement of robbery or theft... I am not interested in abusing anyone."

Roland pondered: "So, you are a smart one... Oh, forget it."

Rose just listened to half of it and was waiting for a nod.

"Just ask."

"I don't need to ask anymore, Rose."

"Maybe I meet the third requirement...!"

Roland smiled: "You don't meet the requirement, Rose."