The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 412 Ch.411 Mines and the Street Family

Innstown, Lancashire.

Randolph inquired about the source of the ‘white soil’.

The Wigan Mines lie behind the town, hugging it in a semi-circle.

Charles Croy is the owner of this mine group, but that does not mean that he has complete control - his sister, a woman from the Croy family, once married here and married into a local wealthy family. Soon, with the support of the family behind them, they became more and more prosperous.

Although the family suffered a fire a few years ago, their son Henry Street was a smart and hard-working young man. After accepting the family business, he quickly controlled the turmoil, and Street's glory did not end. It was not compromised by the sudden fire.

If nothing goes wrong, it will continue forever like this inexhaustible mine group...

"Yeah?"

The carriage was about to arrive at its destination, and Rose also packed up the three wooden boxes - putting them as much as possible into a suitcase that was easy to carry, and stepping on them a few times without mercy, it turned out to be much easier to lift.

"I need to buy a real suitcase."

The girl on the thin blanket puffed her cheeks and glanced at someone's black suitcase from time to time.

"Stop being so delusional, it's just my clothes - why don't you use your own."

Rose gave him a look: "There are still my clothes in there. Don't I change my clothes these days?"

"I won't change?"

"You are beautiful."

Roland nodded: "I agree with you, Rose. But I still won't change my decision - I can't possibly spare half of my suitcase for you to hold the money."

"This is thousands of pounds!" the girl yelled, then shrank her neck in annoyance and lowered her voice: "Thousands of pounds! Isn't it worth more than the clothes in your box? Come on, each of us will get half of it. Isn't this fair? "

Roland thought for a while: "...please beg me."

"Tsk."

"It's okay not to learn."

-

You have to have it.

Rose never expected that such a sentence would suddenly come out of this nasty guy's mouth.

"What did you say Roland?"

She bared her teeth, and before she could pounce, the carriage made a clang.

It was like a stone was pressed down.

There were noisy shouts and footsteps outside the window.

soon.

The car door was knocked...smashed.

"Is there anyone? Who's in there?! Help me!!"

"I'll just give you a short ride! I won't cause you any trouble! Sir? Madam?"

Knocked very hard.

It was the voice of a young girl.

Rose was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously opened the curtain——

The carriage had just entered the town and was not traveling very fast.

Roland shrugged: "It's a good start, right."

Taking advantage of her distraction, he bent down and pulled out some trousers from her suitcase, while his own suitcase was tightly closed.

…………

…

The girl who got in was extremely skillful.

This reminded Roland of the first time he met Rose - she was very similar to Beatrice: blond hair, blue eyes.

Just slimmer and taller.

Much higher.

Her face was not very plump (like her figure), and her eyelashes, chin, and upper lip were all stained with soot.

Her hair was rolled and tied, and her tomboy-like upper and lower body were all dirty to an unbearable degree.

He jumped into the car like a duster who had just cleaned the whole manor.

Apart from thanking her, she just shook off the dirty dust from her body.

"Don't move! Madam! No, this is not a threat, it's a request!" Rose covered her nose, her hands seemed to have found the whirlpool of the paddle, and she was so quick, "Don't move! Don't... Yes, be quiet, don't move... Okay Yes, very good.”

Roland closed his eyes a second before Rose unlocked the door.

His eyes are too special, and here, they are highly related to Chloe.

so…

He is a 'real' blind man these days - although such a handsome blind man is really rare.

"Ahem...I...sorry, I...oh...there is a sleeping gentleman?"

Seeing that Roland said nothing, she really thought that the movement was too small to wake up a sleeping man.

"If you could dust yourself less, the sleeping person would not wake up." Roland closed his eyes and suddenly said: "Maybe we have to deal with those gentlemen who are chasing after you?"

She was startled.

"Goddess is on top!"

"Let those who are above stay well. Girl, who are you?" Rose grabbed her and carried her to her, on the sofa on her side - not on Roland's seat. .

She finally figured it out. This girl had similar hair color and eye color to Miss Taylor. She also had the same hobbies as Beatrice Taylor:

Roland Collins.

Fuck love at first sight.

"Look at me, girl, look at me, not at the blind man opposite you. Tell me your purpose - we are here to do business, and we don't want to offend the local big family."

The girl blinked her big blue eyes and looked at Rose for a long time.

"Oh, who are you?"

"This is our carriage, Dandelion, and I'm asking you."

"Peggy." The girl didn't take it seriously. She smoothed her locks of hair and showed two rows of white teeth: "You can call me Paige."

She spoke with a somewhat nondescript accent, like she was holding a piece of melting butter in her mouth, which allowed people to understand roughly, but not completely.

Enlarged tongue?

"Okay, Miss Paige. Look, we don't want any trouble, so—"

"I won't cause any trouble for you." She sat down beside Roland without waiting for Rose to finish. In the eyes of those angry green eyes, she shyly gathered her hair and adjusted her torn blouse, revealing large patches of white.

"Hello, sir, I'm Peggy."

Rose: ...

I shouldn't have let this bitch come up.

"Hello, Miss Peggy, I'm Jack, Jack Dawson."

Rowland turned sideways and bowed slightly.

"What a good name!"

What's good about it. Rose muttered a few words and pulled aside the curtains.

Those people didn't catch up, and seemed to have dispersed at the last intersection.

"Are you a thief?"

Rose had the time to "interrogate" this wild woman who came from nowhere.

"Still a vagrant?"

"I'm a miner, and thief is just a part-time job," Peggy said with a chuckle, speaking in a strange accent: "In Innstown, what other profession is more prestigious than this?"

"I think it's more appropriate to call you a robber." Rose looked up and down, and was about to ask her colleagues how much money they stole and who they stole from, but she saw a bulge in her arms.

Squeezed a few times.

Wriggled to the collar of the blouse.

A fluffy head popped out.

Bright yellow-green feathers, short beak, two black eyes.

A canary.

'Chirp? '

Rose put her hands on her hips: "Is this your brother?"

"You're rude," Peggy rubbed the bird's head with her fingertips, and also imitated the 'chirp chirp' to coax a few words, then looked up: "My friend, Gates."

"Gates? Courage?"

"I prefer 'courage'... Oh, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

Rose grinned: "Shelley."