The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 174 Ch.173 The Eloped Song and Dance Actress

Hampstead Green is bustling with people in winter.

The carriages on the narrow road passed each other with the driver's shouting. The servants served their masters, carrying baskets. Some young people traveled in groups, gathered together, and brought a special cameraman.

The huge pointed tent can be seen from a long distance. The colorful small flags were blown all over the place by the wind.

In addition to the gentlemen and their families, there were more vendors on the grass.

They bought handmade gadgets and snacks, and their target was the children of the well-dressed gentlemen.

A huge wooden billboard was nailed to the grass, and everyone who went to the green from the dirt road could see it clearly. On it was a piece of green paper with funny clowns, jumping or rolling animals, and crooked words.

"I want to solemnly introduce myself and my excellent children to the citizens of London!"

"Mud Ball Circus - here we come!"

"We have: a girl possessed by a dog soul, a hairy lion-faced man, a two-headed monster, a baby boy who never cries, and Mr. Smith who never grows up."

"In addition, you can also see rare and wonderful animals, special performances (please keep breathing when you see danger), and a whole afternoon of laughter."

"My children and I have been invited many times to travel around the country."

"We step on the mud to show you the exquisite skills we have learned."

"I hope that this wonderful skill can bring happiness and endless smiles to you and your family!"

"Please come in!"

"My children and I are ready!"

"Yours faithfully: Mason Lyle."

Roland paid for Shandel. He was now a formal executive, with a weekly salary of three pounds - this huge sum of money once made him think that he would never be able to spend the salary that was accumulating more and more from now on...

Until he lit a cigar after dinner and chatted with his uncle.

He remembered the cigar in his hand, which was worth three shillings.

A box was equal to his weekly salary.

"Just celebrate it for me."

Roland took out two coins from his pocket and handed them to the servant next to the notice board: one shilling per person (high-class seats).

The tickets for high and low seats were not cheap, but according to Roland's observation, there were still many families on the green who were not rich and were willing to do so - such as those couples who had no servants and were not well dressed, with four or five children.

These people bought cheaper tickets, and they were out of tune with the elegant people around them. They gathered on the other side and chatted with each other, gradually forming a wonderful contrast with the decent gentlemen and ladies on the other side.

And the long rope full of colorful flags coincidentally passed through the crowd, dividing them like Charing Cross dividing London.

Shandel and Roland naturally chose the right side.

There were more canes and pocket watches.

Roland could clearly see what these people were talking about.

‘…The way of holding the cane is not very reasonable…The shirt and coat are not matched. ’ One person said.

‘Younger gentlemen are like this. Don’t you know that there are more and more trendy things recently? ’ Another person said.

They were evaluating Roland, obviously thinking that he belonged to them, but was just a little ‘trendy’.

Then.

Roland saw many people evaluating Shandel Kratov - not as high as Roland's evaluation, after all, how could a girl from a good family not bring servants?

After a few reluctant chats, they also praised Shandel's appearance and guessed that her family was at least well-off.

Interestingly, when evaluating women, these people were not so polite to the women on the ‘left’ who were wearing cheap long skirts and thick coats.

One person said, 'I guess she must not have hired a cleaning servant. Look at her arms. If it was a boxing match, I would definitely bet on her to win - see, the only thing worth praising is self-knowledge. If her family came over, they might even ask you why you were blinded by tea. '

The listener smiled and continued with a smile: 'Oh, then I have to tell her: take out the spoon first. '

The two laughed.

While they were talking about spoons, Roland and Cinder happened to pass by.

The girl also heard the joke clearly.

"You see, these people always have ways to have fun." She looked back at the 'crowd' not far away: the group of poor people who spent 'a lot of money' to come with their families to 'gain experience', and the 'dividing line' that was gradually getting more and more people -

At the flag lines on the left and right sides, there were more men and women unknowingly.

These people were not poor, but they did not dare to step into the right side rashly, so they had to stay in the middle boundary and talk awkwardly. On the surface, they were calm and composed, but their eyes were always looking at Roland.

"I didn't know that people were so good at adjusting their views."

Roland thought it was quite fresh.

The same life made of flesh and blood, just different clothes, the views were very different.

"They are praising your beauty, Shandel." Roland walked to a stall and bought a piece of jam candy wrapped in newspaper.

A few pennies.

A little more expensive than in the city.

The middle-aged man selling candy brought his daughter with him - when he used a wooden shovel to serve Roland candy, her daughter took another handful and secretly added several more shovels to the paper bag.

When the girl's father found out, he winked at her repeatedly.

"They are praising my beautiful clothes. It just so happens that the things supporting the clothes are pretty nice." Shandel glanced at the girl with a smile, took the cone-shaped paper bag leisurely, pinched a red one and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes. "I think they should praise you more..."

Roland seemed to have realized something, turned around and smiled at the little girl, bowed politely.

The result was: a flushed and excited little face.

"She is prettier than me, isn't she?" Roland asked her with a gentle smile.

The girl looked at the gray-haired girl with her ears pricked up not far away, covered her smiling face, and said secretly: "You...you and this lady are both equally beautiful!"

"Hush." ​​Roland also looked around, bent down, and was also sneaky, more worried: "...Hush, don't tell anyone. We are the most famous song and dance actors at the moment...We ran away secretly. We are going to another city and never go back."

Xindel saw that the girl was puzzled at first, and then became surprised, covering her mouth, with an unbelievable look.

She nodded heavily and firmly in Roland's pleading eyes.

'I will never tell anyone! 'The look in her eyes was quite like a fearless death.

Xindel:...

She couldn't help but want to laugh.

This man can always hover and pace between the two lines of rudeness and elegance, and at the same time step into the area that attracts people just right.

Only when the two of them walked away from the girl's blessing eyes did Roland relax his expression and joked, "...I hope I didn't ruin his father's career."

Xindel gathered her gray hair that was blown by the wind, and her smile was sweeter than candy.

"When will we go back to the dance troupe?" She bit the candy, crunching, and her steps were brisk. "We will never go back this time, right?"

She took a few quick steps forward, then suddenly turned around and looked at Roland steadily.

The winter sun coated her face with a thin layer of gold powder, and tiny soft hairs were faintly visible.

"You promised me that you would take me away from that dirty and painful place."

Roland hurriedly chased after her, his expression changed several times, his eyes were heavy, and he exhaled a breath of sorrow from his stomach: "... But we have no money, Shandel. Without money, how can we live - how can I buy you roses like before?"

"I don't need roses!" The gray-haired girl was a little anxious, tugging at her annoying and nagging cuffs, and whispered anxiously: "I only have you!"

Roland was affectionate and whispered: "I can promise you anything."

Shandel said seriously: "Then let's leave London."

"Except for this matter, I can promise you anything."

Shandel gave in Secondly: "Then we will work for another two years, save enough money, and leave London."

"Except for these two things, I can promise you anything."

The girl was stunned for a moment: "Then, let's get married as soon as possible..."

"Except for these three things..."

Xindel glared at him and pinched Roland's arm with his hand: "I found a liar."

"He is a blind and untruthful liar." Roland blinked and said confidently: "But I bought you roses."

"Yes, of course. Although you are blind and full of lies, and you may have deceived my people, I will never be angry if you buy me roses." Xindel rolled his eyes at Roland, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The gentlemen around them all looked at the young couple in love with good intentions, chatting and laughing.

The gray-haired girl with squinting lake blue eyes stood in the sun, covering her mouth and bending her eyebrows.

The turquoise dress made her particularly gentle and beautiful.