The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 2 Ch2 The unlucky newcomer

Chapter 2 Ch.2 The New Unlucky Man

The butler said in the letter that the travel expenses were enclosed in another letter.

When Roland went to the director's office to inquire, he did get that...

half crown (two and a half shillings).

Although Yam said that people like Thales Collins would not send a jingling letter.

It is very likely that there is a gold sovereign (1 pound) quietly staying with the letter paper.

Otherwise it is not decent.

Now it seems that the half crown will not jingle.

Even the rose and clover on it are almost worn flat.

'Enough for you to ride in a carriage! Holy Father! You greedy blind man, you are blackmailing me? '

'Do you know why poor old Collins didn't put the money in the letter he sent to you? Because there are thieves and robbers among you! '

'If you insist on saying more than half, then I will talk to the sheriff. Since I got the letter, it has passed through many children's hands. '

Roland knew what he meant by the last sentence.

So he put away the coin thrown on the table, tapped the cane he made from a stick and left quietly.

Yam couldn't ask for leave again, so she asked another child to accompany Roland and try to walk as much as possible before taking the carriage.

"Will you come back, Roland?"

The boy with thin limbs but a big head asked naively.

"I don't know either."

Wearing overalls and plaid tops sewn by Yam, the handsome boy stood at the intersection, his dead leaf-colored eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

Many girls have obviously slowed down their pace.

They pretended to stroke their hair, look in the window or look for someone, and focused their eyes on Roland's eyes, nose and lips - those greedy eyes made the young boy who came out to send someone confused.

However, this did not last long.

When they looked away from his face and prepared to appreciate the whole body, they found Roland's patched clothes and the pair of outdated round-toed work shoes that were much too big.

Their eyes immediately fled, leaving the handsome boy drowned in the roar of the machine and the dust that was drifting wantonly.

"There is a carriage ahead, Roland."

Roland touched the boy's head and walked towards the bustling public carriage station.

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The farther away, the more it is like moving from desolation to prosperity.

The information Roland received gradually became more and more dense.

Clothes rubbed against each other, canes tapped, and people talked quietly.

The fresh smell of ink in the wind, the friction of metal keys in the coat pocket, and the vague swear words after leather shoes stepped into puddles.

The mist exhaled from the mouth was entangled with the biting wind.

The slippery cobblestones shook the body of the car, and the gap between the axles was not small. When the car jumped up, it almost gave the passengers the illusion that it was about to fall apart.

Of course, all of this was drowned out by the sound of horse hooves and noisy wheels.

Speaking of the Collins family, they were not considered a high-ranking family in the local area.

And the lifelong career of this old Collins started from the port and ended with his business of renting fishing boats at the port - he was too old and sick all over, and it was said that his son died under the horse's hooves.

Recently, there were almost no people at the banquet.

When Roland arrived at the Collins mansion, the butler Seth Will was waiting at the door early.

Before the car stopped, the strong middle-aged man walked forward quickly, waited for the wheels to stop, stretched out his hand, and held Roland's arm with great strength.

He stared at the simple blind stick for a while, and whispered softly: "Please follow me. The master is waiting..."

The mansion was behind him.

For Roland, who had rarely traveled far, this place was undoubtedly fresh.

Everywhere.

For example, the soft carpets, the smooth floors that didn't creak, the yards that smelled of flowers, the servants' respectful greetings.

Perhaps more importantly: there was no stink of feces.

It was like another world.

He was led through four or five doors, like walking into a deep forest, and it became quieter and quieter.

It wasn't until he 'saw' his father, Thales Collins, that Roland suddenly realized:

This man was definitely not as haggard as the rumors said.

His steps were steady, his voice was loud, and there was a smell of blood on his body - this was definitely not like the description of 'old and sick', he was as loud as a big bell hit by a stone.

He only said three sentences to Roland.

Or rather, he made three requests:

First: take good care of your sister and be responsible for her treatment every night.

Second: Don't leave the Collins house and don't cause trouble.

Third: From today on, you have to change your name to William, William Collins, and stop using your obscene name that no one knows who gave you, and don't bring poverty into the Collins family.

These three sentences blocked all the questions Roland had thought of on the way.

It's... pretty good.

The servant arranged his room next to her sister: Nina Collins's room, on the second floor. Just walk to the end on the soft carpet, and the second room is it.

"The treatment starts tonight."

The housekeeper gently helped him to the chair, took away Roland's blind stick, and poured him tea: "I will prepare a more refined one for you that is more suitable for your status."

"Mr. Seth."

"Yes, you order."

Roland shook his head, his eyes stiff, "I want to ask, Collins... the 'treatment' that the master said, and what you said 'starting tonight'-"

Seth smiled: "It's the treatment for Miss Nina. She is sick, a rare disease is hidden in her body, and she must release some unclean blood every night. The master has inquired about the specific situation at the church, and only people with the same blood can do it-you see, the father who just lost his son is obviously not suitable for this."

"Wait until Miss Nina's condition improves, then we will talk about your problem."

"Okay?"

So this is the meaning of my coming here.

Roland nodded obediently and didn't ask about his own affairs: "I will do what I should do."

"You don't have to be so reserved." Seth stood up, carefully dusted off his shoulders, and stepped back, "Lunch will be ready soon-by the way, I don't recommend that you go to see Miss Collins now."

"Any questions?"

"Of course not, just a suggestion."

After the butler finished speaking, he retreated and closed the door from the outside.

Roland sat quietly for a while until he could no longer hear any other sounds.

His eyebrows wrinkled.

Without eyes, his nose became more sensitive. Everything seemed to always maintain a certain balance - Roland's nose was very sensitive, so he smelled it.

Butler, servants...

He smelled it.

The smell of blood on them was the same as that on old Collins.

In other words.

Have all these people participated in the "treatment" today?

Didn't they say that non-blood relatives are not allowed?

Or did the blood come from somewhere else?

That's not the smell of pig blood or fish blood that can be seen everywhere in the market.

Roland tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, feeling a little strange.

Yes...

The more he thought about it, the stranger it got.

Especially those servants -

The greetings and replies of those servants were too consistent.

As if...

Just like one person.

The emergence of this idea made Roland's hair stand on end. It seemed that countless pairs of eyes appeared around him, staring at him, crawling slowly towards him from the darkness...

Roland shuddered.

Alas.

Yam.

You told me too many forbidden stories.

Roland coughed hard a few times to dispel the cold, and stood up with the help of a chair.

First...

Meet his sister.

Nina Collins.

Her room is next door.

Roland turned the door, and after walking along the wall for a while, he could touch the strange door handle.

The door of the room is locked from the outside?

Roland touched the metal bolt...