The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 410 Ch.409 The Winged One’s First Action

Roland left for half an hour and returned to Yam's rental house precisely at thirty minutes.

Rose was spelling out boredom on the table with his cigar.

She changed to a back chair, changed into long pants, and squatted on the chair with her bare feet to play with.

"You don't want to go anywhere."

"What?" As soon as the dusty young man took off his hat, he felt a strange and burning gaze coming from behind him. This greeting was unusual: "Where?"

"Don't try to lie to me."

Rose curled her lips, picked up an uncut cigar, and bit it with her teeth.

"I haven't been in Fork County long, but I know a lot more about it than you do—it's full of nasty people."

"Oh, you mean girl?" Roland smiled and went to the table to pour himself a glass of water.

"...I don't have to worry about money now, but I have to warn you: don't look for bargains. The Elephant Gang received a lot of it back then, and it was like rotten stinky mud underneath...Why are you laughing! I'm very serious!"

Roland smiled and squirted water down his chin.

"Spend more money, don't be stingy like your uncle. A few pennies will not be good, and you will only get a bad disease. There are some good ones in the West End of London. They seem to be able to dance and play the piano..." Rose obviously knows better than Roland. , perhaps better than Fernandez.

She has a small map in her head, a small map of the distribution of these special professions.

"I heard there are some that can fly..."

Roland was finally surprised: "What? Who can fly?"

"woman."

Rose had a look on her face that said, "Look what I'm talking about." "There are even ones full of gems... My money is also with you, don't spend it on me."

After she finished speaking, she felt it was not enough, so she added:

"It's not allowed to exceed one hundred pounds a month. It's such a waste... If you insist on learning what those noble masters do... you know, that money is our hard-earned money."

"I got it through hard work." Roland corrected her, suddenly curious: "Which one is better, one that can fly, or one that hangs gems?"

Rose didn't expect him to ask this, so she subconsciously replied: "Of course it's a gem! If I were a man, I might be able to make a fortune from this - Roland!"

Roland wiped the corners of his eyes: "Life is difficult, please spare them."

The girl said with a black face: "Is life difficult? I saw them when I was a child. They were all very rich... Anyway, they were richer than I was before."

Just live shorter than the average person.

"So, you went to find a woman?" She repeated the original question 'accidentally'.

"man."

"What?!"

"To be exact, it's the coachman." Roland pointed out the window and smiled slyly: "I hired a carriage, and he will follow us until tomorrow when we deliver them to the station - now, do you know what to do?"

Rose's eyes were confused for a moment, but she soon understood what Roland was thinking.

"This is so..." She shouted excitedly, then immediately lowered her voice: "...This is wonderful!"

Roland straightened his back and gave orders.

"So...the Winged One: Lillian Rose Vansittart!"

"yes!"

"Now I give you the first task!"

"yes!"

"Start packing!"

The two mentally disturbed young men began to crawl around the house like mice coming out for a tryst at night.

Rose was okay, she just moved the bits and pieces one by one.

Roland directly picked up the cabinet that was half a person's height and slid across the living room like a silent elephant.

Rose's eyes widened in shock: This was much scarier than rolling an iron bar into beads.

‘What are you doing? ! ’ She spoke breathlessly.

‘Moving stuff. ’ Roland replied in a breathy voice.

‘Move little by little! idiot! Can't even get out the door! ’

‘So fast. ’

'Blow this house up faster. ’

‘What to do with Nayam’s things? ’

'You can tell her it was just a joke - like I'm telling you now! ’

Crazy approach.

The madness of acting without planning.

But both of them happened to like this approach.

As a result, the rented house gradually became empty little by little under the busy work of the two moving elves - Roland also didn't know what was in the room when Yam rented it, and what was in the room that belonged to her later. Purchased.

unimportant.

Just move them all away and leave some money behind.

The coachman watched the moon and calmed the horse, then wrapped himself in a thick coat and curled up in the carriage to take a nap. There was a wooden covered carriage behind the carriage, and the two young men listened to his snoring. It took less than two hours. So the house was emptied and the car awnings hanging on the back were piled up.

So far.

The Winged One's first act.

Just stealing Jam Jones' furniture.

and cutlery.

…………

…

Early the next morning.

James Jones got up and freshened up, preparing to go to work with other workers in a factory far away from the center of town.

She rubbed her groggy eyes and walked from the bedroom to the living room.

Then, let out a short, loud scream!

Pugh Collins woke up after hearing the sound, and rushed out from the other room with bare feet and unbuttoned pajamas on his upper body.

"What happened - the benefactor is above!"

Unbelievable scene.

The house was empty, nothing was left.

"Roland!" Yam only had a few seconds to think before he immediately called out his name.

She was worried that the robbers who broke into the house would not only steal, but also kidnap his Roland and the girl - to a certain extent, these two people were more valuable than furniture, knives and forks, or even the entire house.

"What?" Roland and Rose didn't sleep for long. They came out of the room with heavy eyes: "...What?"

"My benefactor, my benefactor... I thought you were also kidnapped..." Yam was discouraged and collapsed on the chair - there was no chair anymore, so she could only lean against the wall, patting her chest again and again to comfort her. Own.

Rose slid along the wall, came to old Collins, stepped on her feet and whispered a few words to him.

The more he listened, the weirder his expression became.

He glanced at Rose.

'real? ’

'right. ’

'You two must be crazy. ’

'Come on, sir, don't you want to...? ’

‘…Don’t tell her you told me, and don’t tell her I knew. ’

Old Collins patted his butt and turned back to the house. It only took him three minutes to get dressed - his coat, watch chain and other decorations were all wrapped directly in his cloak, and he rushed out of the door impatiently.

Yam was stunned when he saw it.

"Roland? This, this gentleman...what's wrong with him?"

"He's in a hurry." Roland and Rose nodded as they passed each other. The girl went outside to arrange for the driver to go. "You're in a hurry too, Yam."

"I?"

Only then did Yam react: "I still have to work! It's too late...Roland, my clothes, the thieves took away my wardrobe!! These bastards! Are those cheap goods worth their trouble..."

The bastard himself laughed and said nothing.

"Asshole! I want to talk to the police! How could these people-"

"Yam."

"What?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to come back to London with me."

"Lun...no, Roland, I haven't thought about it yet. You have to give me some time."

"Twenty years is enough for you?"

"Twenty - no, Roland, I'm not joking with you, I really need some time... I... I have to think about it..." Yam started to look worried again, "I have to think about it carefully before..."

Roland bent down and hooked his arms.

He picked her up directly.

"I have to think - Oh my god! Roland! You scared me... We're going..."

Roland hugged her and pushed the door open.

Carriages and caravans were close at hand.

The furniture can no longer be hidden.

"We're going to... God forbid! You bastard! Roland Collins! You have bad eyesight! You're going to make us fall together - Luo... Bastard! Bastard! I said how could there be a thief who doesn't have eyesight to take me? The pot and the wooden fork... Roland! Put me down, you little bastard..."

Yam cursed and cursed, but all he did was tossing and turning, light and fluttering little feathers.

Roland held her in his arms and walked to the carriage.

Rose opened the door smoothly.

The latter took a step forward and raised his arms.

In the exclamation, James Jones briefly rose into the air, glided a certain distance, and accurately landed on the lap of Pugh Collins... who was on the sofa in the carriage.

Both of them were embarrassed.

Roland closed the door with a bang and told the coachman that he could go.

"See you both in London."

He tapped his forehead with two fingers, caressed his chest and bowed, while Rose nodded and knelt down, performing a standard ladylike gesture.

Afterwards, the two people looked at each other, laughed and high-fived each other!

"Perfect! Winged One!"

As the horses' hooves beat, the wheels begin to move forward.

Yam opened the glass window and cursed fiercely at this little lunatic: "How dare you move all the things away! Do you know that those are Mrs. Spiller's furniture! Oh my god, she is going to curse me to death... Roland! You This little bastard... leave the money! Go to Mrs. Spiller and leave the money! We can't do this-"

Roland stood there, smiling as he watched the carriage get smaller and smaller.

"This little bastard!"

The lady in the carriage closed the window and was still muttering.

"I knew that sooner or later he would..."

Pugh Collins was amused: "He is indeed a jerk sometimes. He often makes a mess of my herbs and stuffs them into inappropriate boxes."

Yam raised his eyes: "His eyesight is inconvenient, sir, you have to be considerate of him."

Phu Hugh Collins:…