The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 340 Ch339 Cowardly Complacency

Chapter 340 Ch.339 Cowardly complacency with the status quo

Halida saw the blonde girl jumping up and down and waving to her from a distance.

So, he handed over the work at hand to the dwarf beside him, apologized to the people around him, gathered his robe, and looked behind the tent.

"Little butterfly, little butterfly!"

To be honest, Halida never expected that they could come to see her in person.

"Good day, Miss Taylor."

The dark-skinned girl learned how to behave like a lady, but the robe was too long and wide, making her look nondescript.

She didn't seem to have much thick clothes to wear, only a thin layer was vaguely visible, and a pair of slender, scarred feet was exposed under the corners of the robe.

"Good day, Mr. Roland!"

No matter from the tone of voice or the name, Randolph could tell that Halida was obviously closer to Roland.

"You look very beautiful today." Roland took off his hat and bowed to him.

Halida smiled warmly, brushed the braids that fell on her chest, turned to Randolph and Bronte, bent her knees again, and repeated 'good day' - in fact, a real lady's etiquette does not need to be continuous and repeated. , that is a vulgar way of doing things.

Really, it's time to stop three steps away, salute once, talk about the weather, and exchange each other's titles.

The stay at the Mud Ball Circus obviously allowed Halida to absorb some local London customs:

But not quite right, a bit like Roland who just arrived in London.

Of course Randolph didn't care. Since he could make friends with Roland and Vansittart, he couldn't miss this girl who was supposed to be a slave.

"Good day, Miss Hallida." Mr. Businessman introduced Bronte to Hallida again, hoping that they could become more familiar with each other after the last brief contact: "A letter from Edward Snow, maybe after the winter I won’t be able to come back until later. I don’t know if you still need help.”

He glanced at Roland.

"Since we have the same friends, maybe the Taylor doctors can save you or your family some pain..."

The words hinted at Halida, who did he do this for, and who should she really thank.

Halida understood and quickly thanked her.

"My brother has gotten much better recently. Mr. Mason Lyle went to the doctor and said that it is just a common disease in children..." Halida looked at Roland and rubbed her clasped hands uneasily: "...Mr. Roland, I also want to thank you. ...thank you!”

She became nervous again.

Beatrice started laughing and making noises, imitating a few "woofs", but Randolph glared at her and pulled her aside.

"Where are your shoes, Halida."

Roland found a suitable moment to ask. This is winter.

The girl's beautiful light silver eyes blinked twice, as if she was thinking of a suitable word: "...donated...to the circus."

"...Sorry?" Roland tilted his head, as if he didn't hear clearly: "Donate? To whom?"

"Circus." Halida smoothed her thick braid and said softly: "Mr. Lyle said that the recent economic situation is not good, and he wants us to pay more for the family and maintain the tent that protects us..."

Roland said "Oh": "Excuse me for being rude, Halida. How much is your weekly salary?"

"Weekly salary?"

She repeated the word, but it made a strange sound again. She quickly covered her mouth and took deep breaths several times before she calmed down - although she still trembled and hiccupped a few times.

"I...we don't have a 'weekly salary', Luo, Roland...Mr."

she said.

They were all ‘rescued’ by Mason Lyle, how could they ask for a salary from their benefactor?

Mr. Lyle took care of their food and accommodation: let them sleep in warm tents, let them eat soup and bread, and gave them clothes to wear.

Do you still need to get a salary?

Don't be ignorant.

"First, sir, are you okay?"

Roland smiled and asked her why she asked that.

"Some, some people, friends, are sick and coughing all the time..." The tall girl stood in front of Roland with her head bowed. She was no longer as lively as she had been in her previous performance. She was docile like a loyal hound that rarely saw its owner, wagging her head. Tails, invisible to others, carefully warned Roland not to be like her friends and to wear more clothes...

A woman who was supposed to be a slave and didn't even own shoes told a gentleman worth a hundred thousand pounds to wear more clothes.

Randolph found this amusing.

Because when they first met, she was trembling with fear.

Are you familiar with it, but it looks like this?

Beatrice stuck her head out from behind Randolph and tilted her upper body.

"Little butterfly."

"Halida is talking to Roland, Betty, don't disturb them."

"Roland is mine."

"Roland belongs to no one." Randolph knocked on the pearl on the silver hairband in front of Beatrice's hat: "He is your friend, and he should be the friend of others."

Beatrice was dissatisfied: "Not a friend, but a lover."

Bronte was shocked and quickly bent down towards Randolph: "Sir! I have never..."

After all, she is the one who accompanies Beatrice every day. Other than that, the Taylor princess has almost no contact with other people...

oh.

Right.

Randolph waved his hand and led the two of them farther away. He held his knees and looked at his sister: "Who told you this word, Beatrice."

The change of title made the extremely smart lady feel a little bit of a crisis.

"You never lie, do you?"

The girl lowered her head and said nothing.

Randolph was right, her sister was indeed not good at lying—the exact opposite of Taylor.

However, even if she didn't say anything, Randolph also knew who the 'lover' was referring to.

He pressed his sister's forehead with his finger and narrowed his eyes: "This is not a word you can use, Beatrice Taylor, it's not time for you to use it yet."

Beatrice hid behind Bronte, a little scared and a little unhappy.

"Roland is our friend. If you want him to be your lover, you must first know what love is."

Beatrice fluttered her eyelashes and raised her face: "What is it?"

Randolph shook his head slightly: "I don't know, Betty. You need to learn more and think more, and then teach your brother, okay?"

Beatrice nodded heavily with a firm look in her eyes.

"When your brother learns, I will teach..."

"Yes, when I learn, I will teach you too."

Beatrice pulled Bronte's sleeve: "Then, little bear, you and your brother should learn quickly."

Randolph:...

Bronte:...

Roland didn't let Halida stay with them for too long. It was very cold in late winter, and Halida was wearing thin clothes - he asked the girl if she was willing to find a new job.

She refused.

She said that everyone in the circus was very nice, like family, and her brother was taken care of by Mr. Mason Lyle, and she didn't want to and couldn't leave the Mudball Circus.

This lie was too obvious.

"A timid person doesn't deserve the right to live."

"She doesn't even have the courage to leave a place she's familiar with, and her cowardly character will bring a devastating disaster to her life."

"The Mudball Circus is not a good place."

I used to be timid.

"Do you think I haven't seen your memory."

Roland: ...

When?

"Of course it was when we merged, Mr. Vicious."

You are so rude.

"Do you think I want to see? The boring past, blood, wailing, weak and ignorant creatures..."

Come on, tell the ignorant and weak creatures what to eat for dinner.