The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 18 Ch.18 Uncle

"We're here, Roland."

Enid said, rubbing her eyes.

Fernandez got off the carriage in front, hit his heels on the ground, and spread out white lines one after another:

Roland also saw clearly the store directly to his right.

There is a thick brown wooden board slung over the door, with the four corners polished to no point; the wall is painted with lake green leather, and the wooden door is also brown, with two copper handles, double opening; there is a small balcony on the second floor, painted in black The thin railings were painted, and the arched wooden windows were not closed tightly, letting out the slightest light from inside.

"Herb Shop"

The words on the signboard are crooked, as if they were knocked out with two chisels, then coated with a layer of black paint and burned again.

It's almost gone.

"I originally wanted you to stay in a hotel for one night. But I think night might be more suitable than day." Enid helped Roland get out of the car and looked up at the light on the second floor that was still on. "I I'll stay with you, Roland."

Roland took the cane.

Fernandez crossed the two men and stepped forward to slam the door.

Boom--boom--! !

Dust began to fall, and several dogs barked from the alley not far away.

"Do you want to take this door down, Fernandez?"

Enid glared at him.

The square-faced priest turned around and bowed to Enid. With a sad face, he turned around, raised his fingers, and touched the door panel 'lightly' twice.

Roland heard someone coming downstairs.

My steps were very fast, and when I reached the first floor, the soles of my feet never left the ground.

He came all the way.

"I fucking said it! You want me to know which little bastard dares to touch my door again at night——"

A very confident man.

Fernandez turned back to look at Enid. After the woman nodded in approval, he spoke in a deep voice to the door:

"church--"

"I'm still a fucking queen! Little bastard, you today——"

Crunch.

The person who opened the door was an old man.

The man outside the door is a priest.

The street suddenly became extremely quiet.

Roland noticed that there were several houses around and quickly turned off the lights.

Phu Hugh Collins and Fernandez stared wide-eyed, both of them a little dazed: only then did Roland have time to observe his appearance.

He is much older than his brother, Tyrese Collins.

The same blue eyes, brown hair, and especially the slender hooked nose are exactly the same as his brother.

The facial bones of the two people are also equally developed.

He was hunched over, and his beard and hair were messy, each clump seeming to have its own agenda. In the curving brown beard, there are also some green plant roots.

The whole body exudes an unpleasant herbal smell.

"oh."

The expression of the old man who was cursing a few seconds ago changed instantly when he saw Fernandez - especially the pendant on his chest.

"Good night, monsignor! Oh! I just said that a beech branch fell on the door this morning. It turns out that all the good luck has been saved until the evening!"

He rubbed his face vigorously in an attempt to make himself look more energetic:

"I am Phu Hugh Collins, sir. What can I do for you? Potion? Or flower seeds?"

His gaze crossed Fernandez, stayed on Roland's face for a moment, and then quickly moved to Enid's body.

"Holy Father! What an elegant, beautiful and noble lady this is!"

Enid didn't treat him the same way she treated Abner. She took Roland and nodded slightly before stepping forward.

"This is Roland."

He introduced to the old man: "Roland Collins, your brother's youngest son."

Simple and straightforward.

Then…

Gone.

Puxiu stared down at Roland's slightly sleepy cat eyes for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"...Ahem, ma'am, do you--"

Enid frowned and explained patiently: "We have verified that Roland is indeed the youngest son of Thales Collins."

"His eldest son was in a traffic accident and died in a pile of rubble; not long after, your brother, who was old and comatose, went crazy and set the house on fire. The servants, the housekeeper, and himself couldn't escape - after they had just Just when we were trying to find Roland, we left this poor child behind..."

Anyway, this is the explanation.

"oh…"

Old Collins said "Oh" and looked at Roland with his blue eyes that had brown spots and no longer shined.

Roland tightened the crutches in his hands, but still forced himself to hold his head high, trying to behave better in front of his uncle.

"oh…"

He didn't say a complete sentence for a long time, and his expression became a little complicated.

"...Thales' youngest son, tsk, my brother."

Old Pussy scratched the back of his head a few times, looked at Enid, then at Fernandez, who had a straight face—and at a group of black-clad priests who got off the carriage.

"I, I, I really, really didn't know he had-"

"We are not here to interrogate you, Mr. Collins." Enid said gently, with some expectation hidden in her words: "You are Roland's only relative, and you should raise him. We are just cooperating with the police station and bringing him here. That’s all.”

"Tell me your decision."

"If you don't want to, the church will adopt him."

Decide?

What decision?

Can I still raise him?

When so many of you are staring at me?

Old Collins curled his lips a few times and looked deeply into Roland's honey-gold eyes that were still brilliant in the middle of the night.

They all have blue eyes.

"Okay... okay, ma'am, I, I think I... right! That's right! I think I should be able to tell! Look, at least his nose is like my brother's and mine - he's definitely a Collins, right?"

"I saw it at a glance!"

Enid stared at his hooked nose that curved downward for a few seconds, then tilted her head to look at Roland's nose that was as straight as a sword and slightly upturned.

Hmm...

"The second blind man in the Collins family."

The white words appeared very timely.

Roland wanted to laugh.

He always felt that Enid was bullying an old man who was about to go to bed.

"Come on, kid, I'll make you some hot soup - well, I guess you've eaten it? Haha, follow you, you'll definitely be satisfied!"

He continued to squeeze his face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry, hugged Roland, and took him to the room.

At this time, Enid looked at Fernandez.

The male priest pulled out a bulging envelope from his inner pocket and stopped the old man.

"This is the remaining movable property of the Collins family. Except for the damaged house, all the other immovable properties have been sold by your brother."

"If you have any questions, go to the Falk County Sheriff's Office. Do you understand? I think you should be very familiar with inheritance matters at your age?"

"We are not responsible for these trivial matters."

Push Collins let go of Roland, took the envelope with both hands, nodded and said yes, saying how could he trouble these adults.

"I will come to see you in two days and take you to church, Roland."

Enid raised her hand, swept Roland's black hair, put her two fingers together, and drew a symbol on his forehead.

"Please take good care of this child for me, Mr. Collins."

"Then you underestimate me. I can not only raise him white-"

Bang.

The door closed.

"… Fatty White."

Old Puxiu held the envelope, sternly looking, limped a few steps to the side of the room, and carefully pushed open the window:

After the carriages disappeared into the night and the sound of horse hooves and wheels faded away, he breathed a sigh of relief, smacked his lips, and pulled a low-backed chair to sit down.

Looking at Roland.

He didn't speak for at least a minute.

"Okay."

He muttered dryly: "Okay, you are my brother's son... I have never heard of it..."

"Sir," Roland whispered in the silent night, holding his cane: "I had never heard of this before he came to me."