The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 27 Ch.27 East End Angel

"What are you here to buy? Oh... fresh rose petals?"

"I'd like some mint."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Chloe."

The ladies and ladies whispered, waved their fans, sometimes frowned and sometimes chuckled.

The fragrance on their bodies covered up the unpleasant smell of herbs in the herbal shop, and these upper-class people who rarely appeared in the East District also attracted many passers-by to stop.

Mrs. Cherry Chloe was wearing a very delicate red and yellow checkered skirt, and her slender waist was pinched;

The misty little cloak (mantle) is draped on the puffed mutton sleeves, and the hair is tied high and hidden in a crimson beanie;

There were gems hanging on her ears and on her chest, and on her feet were a pair of soft cloth-soled shoes.

"You're so smart today."

said the ladies around her.

"This is just my walking clothes. I also asked the servants not to be so formal. After all, I am coming to the East District - but I can't find more casual and cheap clothes at home."

Cherry Chloe chuckled and greeted the ladies around her with her eyes, while others also praised her without hesitation, praising her until she narrowed her eyes like a cat.

I have to say that even if you don’t look at the clothing and accessories, Ms. Cherry Chloe can definitely afford praise.

She is indeed beautiful.

Her slender eyebrows and charming eyes reveal the charm of a mature woman every time she smiles; her swaying figure, her back that is always straight when talking, laughing and walking, and her slender arms that never dazzle others——

Roland felt that Rose should imitate her.

"Your rose petals, ma'am."

Wrap the fresh rose petals, tie them with a rope and give them to the maid.

"oh…"

Cherry Chloe covered her face with a folding fan and turned to the other ladies and muttered: "He's really charming, isn't he?"

The dressed-up warblers murmured quietly.

Eastside Angels.

This is Mr. Roland Collins's recent nickname.

Loud.

I don’t know which well-meaning person with a bad heart spread the news.

From that day on, more and more ladies came to the pharmacy.

They are different from these neighbors. They usually have to 'trek' by carriage from the West District to this twisty alley in the East District. Then, they hold parasols, fan their delicate satin fans, and are supported and served by servants. , picking and choosing from the shelves…

It took half a morning.

Mainly just to appreciate someone.

Mr. Shoemaker also sometimes teased Roland, saying that he never thought there would be traffic jams on this street.

"He's truly like an angel."

"Those eyes are so pitiful. They are painfully hollow, but they are as bright and charming as gems..."

"Are you... um, ready?"

"I brought the church's holy water, and I will sprinkle it on you before leaving. This child is so beautiful, there must be no serious infectious diseases... But Cherry, be careful. You shouldn't get so close."

As if they were afraid that Roland wouldn't hear, these ladies looked at him while talking.

It's like watching a new animal.

Roland stood at the counter and bowed to the woman in front of him: "Mrs. Chloe."

"He remembers my name! You see, he actually remembers it!"

Thump, thump, thump.

The young man's charming smile made this group of over-desired humanoid puffs suddenly scream.

Many servants took out the 'lady resuscitator': a small bottle of smelling salts and put it on the tip of their noses.

There are no gentlemen here to hold them up.

Cherry Chloe covered her mouth, her light blue eyes as clear as the sky reflected a face that was rare in the world.

Roland tilted his head and pointed to his ears. His soft tone was particularly obvious in his chaotic exclamations: "I can't see, so I have to rely more on my ears."

As a result, there is an additional layer of compassion in the appreciation.

"Why does Roland Collins have to go to the theater?"

"He can also make money with his face in the drugstore."

Roland quietly squeezed the counter and took a deep breath.

Anyway.

Although the total 'sales' these days are not a lot, they are better than 'simplicity' - how much are the petals and mint leaves worth, and how much effort does it take?

"If you ask me, why are you an executive? Just stay here and be my clerk."

After the ladies left, old Collins came out of the back room.

Carrying half a bottle of wine.

He calculated that if he kept doing this for a month, the store would be able to make more than half a year's worth of money: this guy was a good moneymaker, and if he stayed there for a few years, he and his son would be able to rent a house in a good street.

As for Roland staying away all night a few days ago...

Too lazy to talk to him.

Isn't this obvious?

"...I warned you not to get together with those black crows." He slumped down on the chair, not looking at Roland who was working hard to grind the medicine: "They are all walking on the edge of a knife. Do you think that one night..."

He glanced at Roland secretly.

"...Or can you charm her in just a few nights? Boy, I've seen those people have no feelings! They are all cold-blooded monsters..." The old guy looked towards the door and window again, lowered his voice: "...I heard that it can happen again To cast spells, use frog legs and toad skin..."

Speaking of this, his eyes flickered:

"Have you seen her use magic?"

This is what you want to ask.

Roland spoke sternly and shook his head: "No, uncle. The lady only said that I will take the exam in two weeks and I can only register if I pass it..."

Not getting the answer he wanted, Pugh Collins was visibly deflated.

He took a few sips from the bottle, wiped his mouth, and dumped the glass bottle on the table.

"Anyway, it's not okay not to pay wages."

Roland: "You don't have to worry, the lady is a good person."

"Am I worried about you?" Old Collins opened his mouth wide, his face seemed to be filled with disbelief: "Me? Am I worried about you? Open your eyes, blind boy, I am worried about-"

Roland groaned, indicating that he was listening: "Yes, what are you worried about?"

"I worry--"

"Worry…"

He tilted his mouth, stuck in the shell for a long time, and yelled angrily: "Why don't you grind your herbs properly?! I don't think you can work here long!"

"LOL."

Roland lowered his head and shook his shoulders, pushing the pill inch by inch.

"...If you see any spells, you must learn them from me when you come back."

He muttered for a long time and then mentioned another thing. "Also, what you asked me to prepare for you, I have already told William... bring me a bottle of wine when you go to visit my little princess..."

"Uncle, Alice is only ten years old."

"I didn't tell her to drink wine." Old Collins retorted: "It's time for him to have a taste of drunkenness. There is no business, and he pretends to be very busy every day. I think it's better to knock on the window than to fiddle with that all day long. Iron and leather are strong.”

"I will bring your words." Roland put down the medicine grinder and wiped his hands, "You have to give me money to buy wine."

"What?! I'm in charge of your food, your drink, and -"

"Yeah, you still have to take care of my living expenses."

Roland raised his head with an innocent look on his face: "Uncle, you are so kind to me."

The old drunkard had been drunk since noon. I don't know whether it was caused by coaxing or alcohol, but his wrinkled face turned red.

He turned away and muttered: "That means your surname is Collins..."