The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 283 Ch.282 The annoying ‘justice’

When Roland and Xander entered, the clerk was telling the two ladies from the Justice Church the origin of the box.

"...Many people died at sea, and it took a year and a half. Madam, this box comes from the ancient East. I heard it was used by the princess..."

But the woman didn't believe a word of it.

She has long, light blond hair, and her lips and eyes are both thin and narrow. They open and close when she speaks, making her look mean and sharp.

"It's just a wooden box, sir."

She straightened her small cloak and light brown scarf, revealing a pointed chin that would have caused a bloody head injury in a collision - this made people think about whether the ship's master imitated her chin to create a collision angle to make the country's military invincible at sea. of.

"You don't even know what it's for, do you?" She pointed at the wooden box in the glass cabinet with her horn.

The young salesman began to regret why he walked out of the counter.

He had thought that these two unusually dressed ladies were high-rollers - at least they would not have calculated the prices in such a disgraceful manner.

"Whatever it was for, ma'am, you have to say it did cross the ocean, didn't it?"

The salesperson wiped her sweat and turned around to wink at the other salespersons in the store.

They acted like they didn't see it.

No one wants to cause trouble for themselves. And between your own troubles and your colleagues’ troubles, it’s better to have your colleagues’ troubles.

"Sir, it's winter now." The woman mentioned, indicating that he had better focus on himself: a guest.

"Of course, of course. So what do you think..."

"I think it may be used to hold some unclean things." She glanced at the bottles and jars around her, some even embedded with gems the size of fingernails: "This is much simpler than other boxes, how can you Do you have the guts to bid fifty pounds?"

She tried to lower the price.

Yes.

The box that traveled across the sea was worth fifty pounds.

A wooden box.

"Ma'am, this is not something I can decide..."

"Then call someone who can make the decision. Or do you think I'm just a woman who can't tell the numbers, laughed a few times, listened to your words and paid the money, and was deceived? Is that right?"

Her voice attracted the attention of more guests.

This made the salesperson very embarrassed.

Xander left in no hurry at this time, folding his arms and watching the show with a smile.

"Look, this is "Libra". "

No gentleman has yet spoken out for these two ladies.

But Roland guessed that once the entanglement lasted for too long, these top hats, who believed that they should fight against the strong and support the weak, and had no lack of chivalry, would soon criticize the salesman.

"Listen to me, sir. We may only come to Bristol once. Don't you want us to take this box with us and go back to share the joy with our friends - we met an understanding clerk who sympathized with our worries? Friendly and talkative, the transaction was as comfortable as afternoon tea...”

Roland tilted his head slightly.

"What are they doing?"

"Disgraceful." Xander's lips moved slightly: "Or, embarrassed in public."

It was hard for Roland to imagine that there would be such a person - let's talk about what he saw in London: any gentlemen and ladies who can go to the store to appreciate items with more than two digits will never get entangled with the salesperson on the price.

The numbers on the label are clearly written.

This is meant for shoppers who don't have enough money in their pockets: it would be a shame if you asked the price and couldn't afford it.

With the price tag, everyone can choose only what they can afford.

Not only is this respectable, it also greatly reduces the salesperson's workload.

Now, the two ladies in the store obviously think the price is inaccurate.

In other words, they have their own price tag in mind.

and tried to get the salesperson to approve.

"...Let's not talk about how it traveled across the ocean, sir. You have to tell me, what exactly is this?"

the woman asked.

The salesperson hesitated.

He doesn't know either.

"Then it can't be gold or silver, right?"

The salesperson was helpless: "...it's made of wood, ma'am."

"Very good. Wooden, a box, fifty pounds." The woman adjusted her small cloak again, raised her chin, and looked sideways at the store: "Fifty pounds."

She repeated it twice, it was like a fishhook to catch some smug knight who thought it was time to hoe the strong and help the weak.

as expected.

"Come on! The wood sells for fifty pounds! Are you going to deceive a customer from afar? A lady? I didn't want to embarrass you, but I still have to say: it is not wise to hire your store manager..."

Roland raised the corners of his mouth and tilted his head slightly in the direction of Xander.

"Are they all like this?"

"Not all." Xander replied in a low voice: "A few can pretend... I mean, they know a little bit about how to possess more appropriately..."

"It's hard for me to imagine that someone would embarrass a salesperson in public over a fixed price... He can't control the number of goods, can he?"

"If everyone were as normal as in 'reason', there would be no war in this world, Roland." Xander smiled: "When you know what qualifications are required for the "Libra" path, it will be clear why they It would be so annoying. "

She didn't wait for Roland to continue asking, and then followed up: "You want to give me a gift, don't you?"

"I think you like it."

"You have already given me a valuable necklace."

Roland twirled his earrings: "That's a return gift, Xander."

The girl twirled her hair and her eyes flickered: "Oh, what's the reason this time? There's no need to give such expensive gifts to friends... Fifty pounds, Roland."

The more she talks, the closer she gets:

"...Expensive gifts are given only between lovers."

After a brief silence, Roland touched his belly and suddenly turned his head: "I'm hungry, Xander, let's go get something to eat——"

"Roland Collins." Xander pinched the corner of his clothes and pulled someone back: "I want that box."

This kind of Xander is interesting.

Roland suppressed a smile, raised his face, and repeated what she said before: "There is no need to give such expensive gifts to friends."

Xander:…

"I want that box." She was a little unhappy.

"good."

"Some people are really born..."

"dross."

"Watch your head."

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head? What's wrong with my head?

"…No."

"I feel like they might be more interested in each other's heads than yours."

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What on earth are you talking about?

"...You will know later."

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You'll find out in a minute, while we're eating.

"Why do you always threaten me with 'meat'?!"

"I don't have to eat meat."

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No?

"no."

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At that moment...

"I'm sorry, I have to eat."

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oh.

"Dear Roland."

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I felt respected, but not a lot.

"Dear King Roland."

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Very good, wrench.

Roland smiled and nodded his cane, watching the two women embarrass the salesperson.

This is very interesting.

They reminded Roland of Cherry Chloe and Nina Collins.

But the former is better at moving around, maintaining an absolutely decent smile, while removing the other person's chin and pouring the most vicious words into their mouths.

And the latter…

Roland didn't know Miss Nina's true character, but a woman who attacked Pearl at the slightest disagreement would probably not be too easy to mess with.

These two women looked a bit like them, but there was something missing.

Something very crucial.