The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 395 Ch.394 Unparalleled Grace and Righteousness Lillian

Old Shelley was a talkative man. If you ignore the sadness in his eyes and the name that was hidden in his words, he was a talkative, gentle old man who was willing to start a conversation.

He must be popular.

He told Roland about his experiences, some in the waking world and a few in the sleeping world.

For example, the customs of other countries, the gadgets brought back by ocean-going ships, the similarities and differences between nobles and businessmen, the private behaviors, and some special plots are all numerous. Some of it Roland had heard from Randolph, some he hadn't.

He does have a lot of experience and is very good at making friends.

At least after a few conversations, Roland had a good impression of him.

"...Actually, I never thought that I would be able to dream again." Mentioning what happened before, old Shelley's voice gradually deepened: "I participated in a hunting within the alliance. We sneaked into a dream at the same time, hunting The monster among them…”

He took a puff from his pipe, and mist blew out from the other side of his mouth.

"I'm a little hurt."

he said.

"I vowed not to fall asleep again, and to spend my last days peacefully like this - I didn't say I was going to die soon."

Roland laughed twice in agreement.

"But I didn't expect..."

“Absolutely unimaginable…”

He took a few more puffs, picked up the thin iron rod on the table, lowered his head, and pressed the ash in the bowl out of the hill.

"I am grateful to you for saving my friend, Mr. Shelley. Is there anything I, or the Executor, can do to help you?"

Rose on the side opened her eyes wide.

who?

Who saved me?

This mean old guy?

"John has gone crazy. I cannot allow the heir to the Shelley family to be a lunatic." Old Shelley waved his hand and took a few last breaths: "I would rather save a young lady with an extraordinary future than throw a Disasters are brought out of dreams..."

He didn't mention his 'daughter' at all, but instead began to claim credit in front of Roland.

Experienced businessman.

"I hope this will win your friendship, Mr. Collins. After all, we have another fifty years to work together..."

Roland smiled: "Of course, Mr. Shelley, I owe you a big favor."

Rose:?

Fifty years?

What are these two people talking about?

"Lillian, I have someone prepare a small gift for you...it suits you very well,"

After the tobacco burned out, the old man knocked the bowl and smashed the ashes into the plate: "Why don't you go downstairs and have a look?"

Rose took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm not short of gifts, old gentleman."

"Go and have a look, Rose." Roland took out the cigar from his pocket and took the scissors from Shelley. "The study will become more and more choked."

The girl frowned slightly, stared at Roland for a while, then picked up her skirt without looking back.

The door slammed shut.

"She has a bad temper," Roland slowly took off the ring on the cigar, his golden eyes darkening: "Why do you want to save my friend."

"Pack."

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whee.

James Shelley pushed the lighter to him.

The handsome young man calmly lit it and shook it. After the smoke rolled on the tip of his tongue several times, he folded his hands and revealed his 'heart'.

He seemed a little annoyed.

"Mr. Collins, I gave up my only heir with the intention of saving an executive, but is she?"

The old man stared at Roland behind the smoke and asked in a deep voice: "She is just a ritual practitioner who has just entered the ring, a robber, and a thief - could my son's life be the result of this?!"

As he spoke, he was so excited that he shed tears.

"One is better at pretending than the other."

"The Shelley family has no heir. After my death, this property will be eaten by the watching wolves... Mr. Collins, you are still young and do not understand how much hardship an outstanding businessman has to go through to maintain the family business. ——Especially in London, this city that eats people..."

The arrogance of the old man reveals an extremely pitiful confusion, the pity a young man should have for a dying old man.

"What should I do? The friendship of the Tribunal cannot control the greed of those monsters, and I cannot have the mercy of time and noise..."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, with pain, tears, and trembling. Roland could even see the bulging tendons and blood vessels under his age spots after he clenched his fists.

He seemed really sad, terribly sad.

"What should I do?" He was a little confused, his lips trembling.

"Sir, I saved your friend - even though she was not very popular, I did save her and let her live to open her eyes again to this world that is not beautiful..."

"Me? I lost my only son..."

James Shelley wept bitterly, unconcerned with the shameful display of his ugly appearance in the eyes of a young man who was almost a stranger.

Roland also made a sad expression and asked deliberately: "So, how can I help you? I really don't know how to repay your kindness - if I can make the decision, I must reward your courage from the Tribunal... But this I can’t get back what you lost.”

Shelley shook his head.

Open the glass box on the table, pinch out a thin piece of straw cake, tear it open, and mash it into pieces.

Knead very slowly.

"I don't know, Mr. Collins. Now, the only way, the only way to help me and repay Shelley..." He sighed, looked up at Roland, and seemed a little ashamed to say: "...Young man, I really don't have any There’s a solution.”

"There are too many people eyeing Shelley, and I can't just find someone with unknown background and let him get involved and destroy the foundation of the Shelley family." He said as he sprinkled the crushed tobacco in his hand into the leather plate.

Roland was puzzled: "What do you mean..."

"The Shelley family needs an heir."

The dagger was revealed.

"An heir who at least 'looks real'. With this heir, the private alliance will fulfill their promise to me. And those hyenas eyeing Shelley will no longer dare to come forward and bite - sir, I want an heir who doesn't have to be too qualified, but can fool people..."

He was very frank.

"I owed Miss Vansittart a favor. I saved her life, which ensured that some things would not happen."

"To be honest, I talked to her a lot before you came. Although she had a gloomy past, she was absolutely loyal, brave and honest. Compared with the little monsters who were eager to exchange their teeth for gems, I think this girl is a better choice."

"She is similar to me when I was young in some ways."

Old Shelley picked up the pipe, shook it, pinched the tobacco that was cooling in the leather plate, and gently put it into the bowl.

This action was slow and delicate, and with his old-fashioned but status-matching vest and loose shirt, it gave people a strange sense of beauty of "it should be like this".

"What's more, she is your friend. The Shelley family is very happy to gain the friendship of the Tribunal."

It took a long way around.

Old Shelley acted very realistically.

Of course, Roland thought he was not bad.

"You are really average."

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Why didn't you talk so much just now?

"I'm happy to."

"You mean, you want my friend to 'pretend', to pretend that she is a child of the Shelley family?"

"To be precise, it is 'the blood that has just been found'--" James Shelley looked at Roland steadily, "She will get the same treatment as John, except that we both know the answer. Apart from that, she is no different from the heir in every way."

Rowland looked embarrassed: "Oh, this sounds like a good thing, but it still requires the consent of the person concerned. Have you mentioned it to her?"

James Shelley shook his head.

Pinching the cigarette holder, he took a few puffs, then he lit up and swallowed a few times.

"Don't you want your friend to live a good life?" The old man looked at him.

Roland was a little annoyed, like an unstable young man: "Of course I hope so!"

James Shelley breathed a sigh of relief: "...That's good, sir. To be honest, I let the girl leave and not get involved in our conversation because I didn't want to ask for a favor - I saved her, but if she didn't want to, Shelley wouldn't force her... Maybe I can find someone else."

He held up his pipe and pressed the corner of his eyes with his other hand, becoming more and more tired.

"I'm too tired, sir, too tired. I lost my son and have to face all kinds of troubles."

"But I won't use my kindness to coerce a helpless girl."

"I can hear her words, the unruly soul hidden in her flesh and blood - she must have a painful past, a lonely childhood, and an uneasy life..."

"I pity her, so I dare not force her with this life-saving grace."

"Shelley won't do such an indecent and dirty thing."

But you are doing it.

Roland knew that this old fox was good at hiding its tricks in its fur, and only when it was wet and shaken off could people see a corner of it.

At this moment, through the rolling flames, Roland could clearly "see" that in addition to him and Shelley in the room, circles of white ripples continued to spread behind the door.

Who else could have made this breathing sound and eavesdropped at the door?

A cunning businessman.

"No, I need to think about it again... think about it for a few more days..."

At this point, James Shelley retreated strangely.

He kept shaking his head and spoke weakly: "The Shelley family is not very stable. As an heir, you have to face all kinds of dangers - dangers. How can a girl be willing to face those endless storms and rolling waves?"

"I can't hurt her."

"Maybe I'm too anxious..."

"She? She loves it to death."

Just as the old man was retreating more and more, the door was pushed open roughly - or kicked open.

Miss Green, who had eavesdropped on the whole thing, came in with a huff, her soft-soled cloth shoes making a thumping sound.

Like a mad rabbit, it rushed to the hunter with great momentum: "It's me!"

James Shelley was stunned, only the pipe hanging at the corner of his mouth was still emitting white smoke: "...What?"

"I said, it's me."

Rose looked up and patted her chest: "I'm not afraid of taking risks, old Dong...old sir. I am a person who repays favors. Since you saved me, then of course I have to repay you when you are in trouble - if you ask my name, you will know Vansittart's loyalty to friends."

She lifted the curly hair on her forehead and stood beside Roland in a show-off manner.

"What's more, I have an executive officer."

"Don't be confused, I am the best candidate."

Old Shelley was very "touched".

He almost cried again.

Roland:...

"She is not as smart as that cow."

What a disastrous comparison.

Various aspects.