The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 339 Ch.338 Rando Four

The mud ball circus still looks good on the surface.

Even though their performance was much worse than Roland's last time - but in fact, people didn't really come to see the "performance".

They just wanted to see the dwarfs, the babies who couldn't cry, the people with two heads, the hairy faces and the dark-skinned girls who could talk and bark...

The parrots that flew out and came back to land on the shoulders were just the icing on the cake.

But this time, Roland learned how much a person could talk.

Mason Lyle.

The circus owner spent a lot of time at the beginning, intermission, and end of the show to comment on current events, his clever views on various political proposals or the ridiculous stories of a small family in a small city in a small country.

How could he talk so much nonsense?

"Everyone! Look! Recently we have lost another genius!"

"He is so pious, persistent, and loyal. His talent can be replaced by water..." The gray-haired man in gorgeous clothes shook his golden cloak: "... replaced by water, enough for me to take a bath for a lifetime!"

Everyone laughed.

"It seems that there is no lack of sense of humor here, right? Our country's unique sense of humor is always better than those who skin and eat meat - this reminds me of a country I have visited, oh, I can't say it is really a 'country'."

"A piece of land?"

Scattered laughter.

"Yes, a piece of land called a 'country', oh, I don't even know if there is a word 'country' in their books -" Mason Lyle danced with joy, and suddenly remembered something: "...Do they have books?"

Laughter in the venue.

"A local, a local who I paid some money to promise not to eat me told me -"

Laughter.

"It is said that their local custom, respect for the dead, is to eat him after he dies -"

Someone exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, it's not a civilized world," Mason Lyle turned his head and looked over, as if he was really looking for the person who exclaimed: "They are like this - the man also asked me, 'Sir, what are the customs of your country?'"

"I said: It is humor, and a strong national strength that is enough to make people patiently cooperate with our humor."

Someone whistled.

The applause was warm.

"Thank you, thank you, oh, sir... or miss? Haha, don't throw roses at me, they have thorns."

The middle-aged man in the field bowed politely to all four sides in turn, showing his rich experience and superb sense of humor, and then began to show his expensive cloak and the face with countless layers of powder.

"Prostitutes don't apply it like this."

Randolph commented on this.

Bronte gave him a glare.

-The communication in the car really improved the relationship between the two people to a certain extent: they began to tentatively approach each other and observe each other's reactions.

In fact, they knew it well.

"Human love is so boring."

"They know what the other person means, but they don't say it directly."

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How to say it directly?

"I want to have sex with you, okay?"

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Too polite, spanner.

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Even the court etiquette officer is not as polite as you.

"That's enough, Roland. If it were me, I wouldn't say this."

"Just see whose teeth are sharper."

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Let Randolph and Miss Bronte enjoy it, they are missing something.

"I really don't understand, according to the rules of human society, this woman can never marry that sharp-mouthed fox. Is it so troublesome to be a lover?"

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Lover and lover are different.

"What's the difference."

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You don't understand.

"Oh, I don't understand again."

"You seem to have forgotten who taught you to get along with women."

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I was born with it.

"Your proud stupidity now is as ridiculous as that Bronte."

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I was born with it.

"..."

Who can defeat a person who admits defeat first?

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The second time he watched the circus performance, Roland clapped his hands as excitedly as the first time - Beatrice beside him was even more excited than him, her face flushed, her big eyes staring at the birds flying around in the tent, watching them take off according to the command of the whistle, turn a few circles above everyone's head, and then fall back on the performer's shoulder.

The man touched his chest and bowed, accepted all the applause, and began to perform a funny show again.

The bird on his shoulder kept repeating his words.

"I welcome it."

Parrot: I welcome it.

Man: It's 'I' who welcomes it.

Parrot: It's me.

Man: It's me!

Parrot: It's me.

Man: Why do you always imitate me?

Parrot: Why do you always imitate me?

Man: It seems that I forgot my brain at home and only brought a shell with me.

The parrot stretched its neck: You are indeed.

Everyone laughed.

The whole performance was tightly arranged and full of laughs, but Roland felt that he had to spend more money than the first time he came - the tickets were more expensive, and there were more money-asking sessions.

In addition, the spirit of the performers seemed to be worse than last time...

?

"Butterfly! Little butterfly!"

After the game was over, Beatrice yelled and pulled Randolph's sleeves, dragging him out of the venue - Halida was selling beer outside, and Beatrice hadn't seen this dark-skinned, silver-eyed, exotic friend for a long time. .

"I thought you had forgotten about her, Betty."

Randolph looked down at his excited sister and teased: "You have been smearing paint everywhere all day long, and you still remember that you have a friend?"

"I have! A friend who is only slightly worse than Roland!"

She pinched her index finger and thumb, leaving a thin gap.

"You can't talk like that, Betty. You have to say: 'Miss Halida is as good a friend of mine as Roland', do you understand?"

Beatrice suddenly became quiet.

Blue eyes looked directly at his brother.

After a while, he uttered something that made Roland and Bronte burst into laughter.

"Brother is a liar."

Randolph: ...

"No, Betty. I mean, you can think that, but you don't have to say it, right?"

"That's what I'm going to say! I'm going to do it!" Beatrice shook off Randolph's hand, grabbed Roland and rushed out with the crowd.

He even turned around and glared at his brother fiercely.

So cute.

"Brother calls me 'Bronte' when he sleeps! He will lie to others——"

He was snatched away by Roland.

The two masters and servants were left in embarrassment.

He straightened the top hat that was not crooked, lifted the neat and clean collar, and stretched out the standard and dust-free shirt sleeves - just like what he said at the beginning of the conversation: these are unnecessary and only serve the purpose. The role of spending time resolving embarrassment.

Then, he grabbed the cane and raised his arm to block a way for Bronte in the crowd.

The well-groomed tutor bowed her head and hurriedly walked into his arms.

"Sometimes Betty's jokes go too far, Miss Bronte, and I hope you won't compare me to those nasty characters..."

Randolph's expression did not change, he looked forward, his throat was pressed back as if he was talking about some big business, he was extremely manly.

"My sister is just too lively. Doesn't she always like to joke with you?"

Bronte followed Randolph with his head lowered and remained silent.

joke…?

Considering Mr. Taylor's reputation, Bronte did not tell him about this incident - she happened to be covering him with a blanket when he took a nap that day.

Four times.

Mr. Landover.