The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 238 Ch.237 Preparation

The so-called "Brilliant London Everyone Bends Together Plan" must be a day when the winter wind is the strongest, a day when the wind is roaring and can almost blow your hair away.

Rose followed Roland, hiding her face tightly with a scarf, watching as he mysteriously led her into the carriage with a huge bag in his hands.

——In the half month since that 'suggestion', Roland has been mysterious all day long.

He allowed himself to smash and crush the little gold pieces of paper he had exchanged from Randolph's hands, but he didn't even say a word about what he was going to do.

Rose began to worry that this man would do something crazy like last time:

They were chased for two whole streets that day, and their hearts nearly jumped out of their throats.

"Roland?"

"Um?"

"What on earth are we going to do?"

"Complete the ritual, Rose."

Rose pouted and kicked the pebbles on the ground far away before boarding the car: "Do I still need to know the specific process?"

"Maybe not."

"You promise you're not in danger."

"I promise." Roland promised.

The carriage expertly passed through the East End, heading to the nest where the little ants stayed - the newsboys would rest in one place, and then, before the sun rose, spread to every corner of London: both the poor and the rich.

They carry cloth bags and wave today's fresh newspapers in their hands. They can earn a few shillings for each full bag.

Of course, the money doesn't belong to them.

To the one who ‘raised’ them.

At the same time, the war between the newsboys is the war between the caregivers.

Roland found one of the largest 'nurturers' in the Southern District - he was the son of a high-ranking member of the Gold Teeth Gang, and he had just taken over the job.

As the carriage entered the South District, Rose subconsciously became nervous.

This was once the place where the Elephant Gang and the Golden Teeth Gang had their activities all year round - the two gangs who disliked each other had had several bloody conflicts.

However, now there is no more Xiang Gang.

"Shh..." The sky was still gray, Roland raised his finger and put it to his lips: "I have tried it once before."

Rose pinched his arm and said angrily, "You promise it's not dangerous..."

Roland still showed his mysterious virtue, got out of the car, and pulled her towards the long row of low houses at the end of the street.

This is a place similar to Flower Street.

Knock knock.

Roland knocked on the door and handed the bag to Rose.

At this moment, the girl who took the bag discovered that at some point, a hazy and clear white gauze seemed to be floating from Roland's head and along the black hair...

yarn?

Rose opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, there were footsteps inside the door.

Roland stood still and became extremely serious.

When the door was opened, Rose's heart suddenly picked up.

This person didn't know her, but she knew him.

Andy Holt.

"My benefactor!" She heard that the rude man, who almost never said a word without swearing, suddenly became docile. To her surprise, he bowed to Roland in a formal manner - a nondescript bow, which almost made his face look bad. Hit Roland's chest.

"My benefactor! You - why are you here in person?!"

He didn't seem to look at Rose, but stared at Roland's chin. He wanted to raise his eyes, but was suppressed by an inexplicable force. He had to lower his head and stepped back to make way while talking.

Roland laughed twice and looked around the room.

Passing through the narrow, not quite a living room.

An empty house, a few lumps of moldy black flesh.

Two pillows on the bed.

oh.

There is a staircase leading to a small attic.

The man touched his head and felt embarrassed: "You know, I have never missed work..."

It seems that a woman was here just now.

"I don't care if you drink all day long or hang out with women, Mr. Holt. I just hope that you are worthy of your father - if he hadn't begged me, I would never let a young man do this comfortable job. Youth means mistakes. , means pushing beyond the limits...do you understand?"

"Of course, of course, you're absolutely right..."

Andy Holt rubbed the scar at the corner of his eye. Only then did he have time to glance at Rose lightly.

The look was one of awe.

Rose knew.

"Give things to the children... Oh, there will be three carriages with more in a moment. Please be on time, sir, I want to be on time - you should know that our supreme lady is building a clock, and after the work is started, There are bells ringing in the afternoon and evening..."

Roland tilted his chin up, clasping his hands behind his back, pacing on the creaking floor with style.

After a while, he tapped his toes.

"Just when the bell rings."

Andy Holt held his chest in his mouth, and his smile was so hard that his neck almost stretched out veins: "Of course! Your will! Mr. Shelley!"

James Shelley.

This is the boss of his boss.

He is the master behind the Golden Teeth Gang.

The biggest.

Don't talk about his father. As long as he offends this person and uses his mouth, the Golden Teeth Gang will change its master.

Of course, Andy can also understand the habits of rich people - such as finding a nondescript woman who doesn't even have long hair as a lover. For example, to arrange this, he has to go to the house in person.

For example, wearing this weird white gauze.

Is there something new on the market?

He planned to inquire about it later and get one for himself.

"One piece for each person, Mr. Holt. There will be absolutely enough for subsequent shipments. I repeat, once again - no mistakes are allowed. On time, on time. This is my first contact with you. Give it to me. Your important mission..."

Holt was so excited that he almost fell at the feet of 'Mr. Shelley'.

"If I make a mistake, hang me from a street lamp!"

oh.

Hang on the street lamp.

This has to mention the famous Mr. Carrot.

"I promise! Mr. Shelley! I promise to make those brats finish it on time and with absolute precision! Otherwise, I will hang them up too!" Holt squeezed the scar at the corner of his eye with a ferocious expression, leaned over and opened Rose. He picked up his pocket, took a look at it, and tied it: "I promise! Sir!"

"very good."

Shelley tapped the tip of his nose, then tapped his lips, and said in a very soft voice: "I am going to a private banquet with my lady, so..."

"Of course, please please..."

After seeing off 'James Shelley', the woman in the room slowly came down from the attic.

She wrapped herself in a sheet and fiddled with her long hair while looking at the huge black pocket in the corner.

"Who is Shelley?"

Holt glanced at her coldly: "You'd better shut your mouth."

The woman was not afraid of him. She ran over to hug his neck and bit his ear: "You bastard! It was not like this yesterday!"

The two people had a quarrel in the house.

"Okay, okay, I said, James Shelley, don't you know? That's the real master of the Gold Teeth Gang." When Holt mentioned this person, he felt like he had become noble, and his chest and arms seemed to be more noble. After several rounds of expansion: "If this gentleman can find me, it means he has found the right person. Look, I will definitely handle it smoothly..."

He glanced out the window and lowered his voice: "I guess he did this to please the lover next to him..."

The woman rolled her eyes, climbed onto the bed barefoot, covered herself with a quilt, and yawned: "Your real master, the noble one, the one powerful enough to crush you or your father...come to you in person?"

Holt was stunned by these words.

indeed.

Mr. Shelley came to visit in person...

The man turned his face uncertainly and stared at the woman on the bed: "What do you want to say?"

The woman turned over and propped her head up: "I want to say that the noble man doesn't have any thoughts about you - maybe he just wants to be a worker, and he doesn't want others to know the secret..."

Holt didn't understand: "So?"

The woman stretched out one leg from the quilt, hooked at him, and smiled coquettishly: "So you'd better shut your mouth!"

Holt screamed and rushed forward.