The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 293 Ch.292 Explorer

'Their badges shone like shards of glass in the sun. ’

That's what the newspaper said.

Even if Old Collins didn't know many words, he could tell that this metaphor was not good - the newspaper did not record in detail what happened in Bristol, it only said that there was a disaster, maybe a tsunami, maybe an earthquake...

He recorded the greatness of the disaster relief workers, wrote many praises, and called on "moral citizens" to donate.

Old Collins didn't give a penny.

"So, what a disaster."

A large barrel of beer was placed on the greasy table, as well as thinly sliced ​​bacon and lettuce...

And fries that are as hard as iron.

"A little trouble, some people died."

He didn't believe what this little bastard said - he was old enough and had seen a lot of 'big things'. He knew that if a newspaper wrote something big about it, there might be no problem, but if every newspaper was secretive and vague...

There will be more trouble there.

Such as Bristol.

Roland Collins looks as soft and docile as wax, but it's not made of wax on the inside.

What else could a worried uncle do for the kid?

Nothing can be done.

If the All-Father were really useful, His eyes would not be blind.

"You're not carefree, kid."

Old Collins forked a piece of bacon, chewed it repeatedly, picked up the glass, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"You have a family."

"I know." Roland responded softly, holding the wine glass. He was used to this man expressing his feelings in a commanding way, and he didn't bother to bother with it - someone would cure him of this problem.

Like James Jones.

He was now looking forward more and more to his Yam coming to London and living in the drug store.

"Our family lacks a woman, uncle."

Pushu Collins wiped his beard and glanced at him: "Oh, you have a new love? Is that enough for your mother's boss to be new to you?"

Roland was a little sad: "Yes. Because she fell in love with a younger and better man..."

Clang.

The fork hits the ground.

Collins Sr.'s eyes widened.

For God's sake, he just doubted before...

Today, Roland admitted it personally? !

"She really fucking dares to do this to you—"

He cursed, slammed the wine glass on the table, and looked at the sad-faced 'boy', furious.

"Sit up straight, Roland."

Two thick eyebrows began to compete.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and also the most outstanding person I have ever seen. You escaped from the workhouse, adapted to life in London in a short period of time, and made many friends here -"

"You have an enviable face, a personality that is liked by others, and a talent that can be chosen by those black crows..."

"I don't know anyone who could take your place."

"If you ask me, you and that old woman were not suitable from the beginning: you should meet more girls, girls of the same age - with your face similar to mine when I was young, you can definitely charm them and even yourself. I don’t even recognize the carriage at home…”

He pushed the bacon towards Roland and filled him with wine.

"Men should be more relaxed and relaxed, and don't act like someone is dead." Old Collins hammered the table twice: "You might as well come back and help me. Running around with those people all day long will be short-lived..."

At this point, the words paused for a moment.

The voice is also quieter.

"...Ahem, what did you do?"

Roland was confused: "Just kiss?"

"No?" Old Collins obviously didn't believe it: "She didn't let you eat oysters?"

Roland:......

"uncle?"

"Ahem, it's nothing."

"What oyster?"

"It's nothing." Old Collins poured himself another glass of wine, "I know a lot of people, and there are a lot of good girls. I will introduce you to a few tomorrow...or the day after tomorrow."

"Alice is not bad either..."

Roland looked strange: "How old is she?"

Old Collins rolled his eyes at Roland: "How old do you think you are?"

To be honest, he could accept something happening between the woman and Roland, but he couldn't understand that the woman would 'abandon' Roland——

She doesn’t think that young people like Roland Collins are everywhere, right?

"I don't know what kind of new love your boss can find." Old Collins muttered, "I don't think he really has any 'hobbies' that are different from ordinary people..."

Roland thought that if he continued, tonight's dinner would be in vain.

"uncle."

"What?"

"…She likes people who can read poetry."

Phu Hugh Collins:…

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There is indeed no dinner.

And Pugh Collins emphasized that if Roland teased him with poetry again, he would go out and sleep. (The actual words are longer than this, but Roland deliberately ignored those less pleasant words.)

Regarding Yam Jones, the two seemed to have discussed their future many times in letters - Yam was more worried about whether Roland could accept and live a 'family' life with her and Pugh Collins.

Old Collins was more worried about whether he could take care of the other party with only one small shop.

However, this matter has probably been decided, it depends on how they negotiate the time.

If possible, Roland didn't want Yam to work in the textile factory again, or even let his uncle work in the store all day long.

He was rich enough to buy them a large manor, hire dozens of servants, raise cats, dogs, lambs, and other species.

Winter nights come quickly.

Roland turned off the lights early and stared at the ceiling in bed in a daze.

He is going to the "Fairy Ring" tonight to meet Xander...

Xander Kratof.

"Saint", almost a saint, granddaughter of the bishop, executive officer of the Inquisition.

Meet in the alien dreamland.

Roland felt that his future was rushing in an uncontrollable direction.

'Father? ’

The little candle swam to the pillow and rested its head on Roland's chin.

Rubbing.

"Good night, little candle."

The night wind rattled the windows.

A petite figure landed lightly on the balcony.

It tiptoed and used a special slender needle to open the window lock.

Push open the window.

Turned in.

The whole process was almost silent under the cover of the cold wind.

Roland lay on the bed, turning his head with the little candle, quietly watching the 'things' in the dark come in, and even turned around to close the window.

Moving towards him silently.

Crunch…

When the boards bitten with sourness, it curled up like a cheetah and pounced towards Roland!

Bang——

The black shadow hit him and he struggled for a few seconds. He was quickly subdued and turned over.

Being pressed on the bed by Roland.

In the darkness, two people breathed in each other's breath...

"I thought you would never do this again if you had money."

"It has nothing to do with money, pretty face." Her green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and she turned her head sideways, trying to avoid Roland's hanging black hair. "You didn't tell me when you came back."

Rose turned her wrist and was distracted by saying hello to the little guy on the pillow: "Hi, Little Candle."

Roland always felt that something was wrong with her.

It's strength.

This woman is much stronger than before.

"Did you notice?"

Rose smiled dangerously, suddenly curled up her knees, kicked Roland's legs with her toes, and twisted her wrists in the opposite direction with her arms.

Under the bored gaze of the little candle, she turned over and got on her horse.

"…Call me the ritualist, the formal ritualist, Roland."

She lay down and blew in Roland's ear, extremely happy: "Am I gifted?"

"I would like to know where you got the gold and silver."

"Oh, you have a good friend." The girl who gradually turned from a snitch to a robber spread out a hand, rode on her waist, and played with someone's hair: "He said that the expenses will be settled separately by you... If If he dares to lie to me about the numbers, I will bring his sister out and let him redeem it for double the amount.”

Roland, who was pressed into the pillow, looked at his daughter silently.

Small candle: sleepy.

Roland: Go sleep on the table.

Small candle:?

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"Name": Explorer (First Ring)

"Type": The Road to the Secret Scroll (Third Crown: The Busy Daughter)

"Description": A new beginning.

The expressive ability and physical quality of the ritualist have been significantly improved, and they can skillfully use basic ritual magic (minor rituals) and slightly reduce the probability of failure.

Master the use of most firearms.

Able to identify items of certain value (mysterious).

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