The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 296 Ch.295 Miss Collins

To Rose and Xander’s surprise, Roland had no dissatisfaction with ‘wearing a skirt’——

Not only were they not dissatisfied, they also discussed with them how to match them (although neither Xander nor Rose thought Roland was good at this).

All in all, this is incredible for a man.

When they gathered at Xander's temporary residence the next day, when the two girls wrapped him in layers of skirts, layer after layer, tightening and tying them - he raised his arms like a doll, Looking at myself in the mirror with a smile, I gradually changed from a handsome gentleman to an elegant and beautiful lady.

They smoothed his black hair from his forehead and wrapped it in black silk, put a necklace on him, and straightened the folds of his leg-of-mutton sleeves.

A rather formal cream-colored polka-dot floral outing outfit with a dark red background and a gold-patterned mantle. The soft lace bonnet on the head is also decorated with tiny gold flowers. At the feet is a pair of blue-soled cloth shoes with gold trim.

Among all the colors on the body, there is a touch of gold that is similar to Roland's eyes.

"I can't use my beauty to put you down."

Xander adjusted his hat, stepped back, and admired his morning's work...

Or the work of the All-Father.

So beautiful.

‘Starting today, you will be in a state of splendor. ’

Xander couldn't help but recited the lines in the play silently, and asked Roland to pose in various poses.

"Look, you are just..."

Roland stared at the pretty girl in golden clothes in the mirror.

"Not bad," he thought for a moment, then banged his chest twice, faced the girl in the mirror, raised his arms high, and shouted in a rough voice: "Long live the tough guy!"

Rose:......

Xander:…

"Can you divide your time?"

Rose came up angrily to do the final finishing for her, and repeatedly told him not to do anything inappropriate: "Especially here, don't touch it, understand? A lady won't show off herself in public."

She pointed at Roland's breasts.

Roland didn't say anything, he bowed his head and bowed obediently.

"A real lady wouldn't be so non-standard, Roland." Xander asked Rose to take a few steps back, then gently lifted her skirt and showed Roland her feet: "Use what you are used to. Draw an arc with the other one - —Take an arc as far as possible, fall behind the front foot, bend the knee..."

"Be careful not to bend your upper body...yes, not at all."

"Only the legs move."

"very good."

"After straightening, slowly... sink... it's great, you learn quickly."

She taught Roland how to do women's courtesies, which are different from men's bows or nods, and their skills are under their skirts.

"Kratofer." Rose shouted with a slumped face.

The gray-haired teacher who was holding up her skirt turned around and said, "Huh?"

"You don't have to lift your skirt that high, right?"

Xander smiled and shook his head.

"I have to at least let Roland see how my toes and ankles move."

Rose snorted: "This doesn't include thighs."

Xander: "Why don't we focus on business?"

Rose: "What does your business have to do with white lace stockings?"

"Say you haven't learned."

"I want to see it again."

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In no mood.

"you think."

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I do not want.

"Liars will never see the Batcave again."

Roland:......

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I see you are not just cursing me.

"Aren't we the closest of friends anymore?"

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How can a wild dog be friends with a swan?

"...You don't have to say that about yourself."

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?

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I didn't say I was.

"You do not…"

"Who are you calling a dog?"

Roland tilted his head, picked up his skirt, and turned around in front of the mirror: when he turned, he folded his arm inward and pulled out the dagger that shone with cold light.

"It's too heavy and too tight. If we encounter danger, I won't be able to fight back immediately." He tugged at the long skirt below the waistline and wrapped it in layers. Not only was it heavy, but it also extremely affected movement—— It would be very inconvenient if an unexpected situation occurs.

"If you are in danger, you can only be discovered." Xander stared at his dagger for a long time: "Then you and I will be in big trouble. I think we don't have to think about counterattack... You use the dagger Where is it hidden?"

Rose listened to them talking, a little reluctantly: "I can be a maid...right?"

This eager tone made Xander look strange.

Roland knew what was going on with her.

If you tell Lillian Rose Vansittart that you plan to kill your wife in the kitchen, cut off her fingers to make soup, feed them to your daughter, and then take her to the square and smear her body with flammable grease…

Miss Vansittart would only ask one question:

'Is that exciting? ’

However, who doesn’t have a little problem?

"I'm afraid we can't take you there, Rose." Xander glanced at Roland, and when he saw him nodding slightly, he felt that things were getting more interesting - was the person surrounding Roland actually like this...?

"Why?"

"Because I don't have many friends, Vansitat. Besides, one pretty friend is better than two pretty friends. It's not a clean, safe place, and the name Kratov won't protect you from a snitch."

This last sentence is the key point.

Once the matter is exposed, Roland and Xander may be punished, but it is difficult to say that they will die.

It's different with Vansittart.

"I'm just going to wait here?"

"No, just wait a long time, Rose." Roland picked up the folding fan on the table and unfolded it, covering it in front of his face, only revealing two golden eyes: "After half a day, we didn't come back, so we went to the trial court. Go to the Inquisition to find Enid Judith..."

Rose raised her eyebrows: "So, I am a 'last resort'?"

Xander took advantage of the opportunity to turn around, his lips dropped, and he rolled his eyes in a very rude manner.

madness.

"Yes, you are the last resort and our secret weapon." Roland smiled.

"Don't coax me like a child." Rose curled her lips, bent her knees, and sat on the closet with her two leather boots dangling in the air: "I still like what happened before. When will it happen again? Brilliant. of London…”

Xander was surprised: "Glorious London?"

Rose blinked: "A festival that half of London's newsboys are celebrating...wait, Roland didn't tell you?"

Then he turned towards Roland.

"You didn't tell her?"

Um…

Roland rubbed his forehead: "Does it count now?"

Rose:......

The curly-haired girl patted her mouth gently and blinked at Roland with her big eyes.

"Half of London's newsboy... Brilliant London... Gold Case... Shocking Scam... Gang... Hundreds of Thousands of Pounds..." Xander stared at Roland and murmured: "Roland Collins, the white gauze murderer."

"Okay." Roland closed the folding fan with a snap, flexed his fingers in a decent manner, adjusted his felt hat and shoulder sleeves, and raised his chin proudly: "The ship has sailed, Xander Kratof, My close friend."

"Now, we're at sea."

Xander was silent for a moment: "You are right, Miss Collins."

"The ship has sailed."