The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 413 Ch.412 Barbecue Master

Miss Peggy had a lot to say.

From the beginning of ‘Where are you from?’, it seemed that there was only one person in the car who could tell the truth:

Roland Collins.

She could not pay any attention to Rose, whose fangs were getting longer and longer. She was concentrating on staring at the handsome young man with his eyes closed, looking at his face, listening to his answers to her questions - but it was hard to tell how much she heard.

She asked them where they came from, what they wanted to do, and patted her chest to assure that she knew Inns Town as well as she knew her own body.

Then, she half-forced them to find a place to stay -

and assured that she was definitely not the kind of immoral woman who made money by soliciting customers.

‘Yes, you look almost the same as your brother.’

She didn’t care about Rose’s sarcasm, and always had that contagious smile on her face - just like now, although a person with unknown identity jumped on the car, she was able to leave a good impression on the two people in the car within ten minutes...

and let them agree to her arrangement.

This is a girl who is born to be optimistic.

"I have been the happy pill of my uncles since I was a child." She smiled and pressed her bird head back to her smock, jumped off the carriage, turned around and waved to the two people: "Come on! I found a good value hotel for you!"

In front of the hotel, there are many carts filled with iron cages covered with black cloth, which are sold by people.

Not far away is a beet field.

A wooden sign is inserted diagonally at the door of the hotel.

"BBQ Hand"

The town is densely populated with low buildings, and there are hunched boys and girls everywhere.

"It's not time to mine yet, you picked a good time." The familiar girl led the two people to push the door in.

The vest door creaked, and the people inside were concentrating on wiping the cups.

"Good day! Moore!"

Claude Moore's eyes slanted: "You haven't paid for the last drink."

Peggy rolled her eyes, wiped the dust between her lips and nose, and poked back with her thumb upright.

"I brought two people with me. Look at them, they must be rich!"

"This is not a black shop." Old Claude frowned and bowed his head to greet the bird in her arms: "Good day, little Gates."

Then, looking over the girl's golden head, he looked at the man and woman who followed in.

At first glance, he knew that these two people were extraordinary.

In addition to their dress, it was more of a "temperament" - look at the people in this town, if they can walk with their chests and heads held high, if they can walk calmly, and their shoulders are not uneven...

This is considered a high-difficulty circus.

This gentleman and lady have obviously been in some expensive environment.

"Good day, guests from afar."

Old Moore put down his wine glass and cloth and walked out from the bar.

"What can I do for you?"

"Someone promised to find us a good hotel?" Rose looked around - the tavern was deserted in the afternoon. The few drunkards only ordered a glass of the lowest quality light beer in the corner, drank it up early, and fell asleep on the table.

The tavern was filled with a foul smell.

"It seems that you have met a liar." Old Moore glanced at Peggy and smiled: "The "BBQ Hand" is not the best in town - I mean the tavern. But it is definitely the most popular, and I don't have to be polite about this. "

"If you want to experience the local customs and see the local characteristics, it's right to choose the BBQ Hand."

"If you have an extraordinary style, don't want to live with these busy legs, and can't stand the noise, I recommend you to go to the west: go west, cross three streets, the farther away from the mine, the better - there is a "harp" over there, and all the big guys go there. "

Rose glanced at Roland.

This little action was caught by Old Moore and Peggy.

Sure enough.

Among the two, the handsome gentleman was the main one.

"Just live here, Rose, we don't have much status either." Roland tapped his cane, tilted his face, and used his ear to find the tavern owner: "I still need your help to clean up two decent rooms, including daily breakfast and dinner."

"Of course, of course, it's rare for big people to come here, and I don't know what's going on recently. Goddess bless you."

He told Roland that they were not in the same group these two days.

There is also a gentleman...

"Oh, that gentleman."

Just talking.

Someone came down the stairs at the corner of the tavern.

A hard-topped short hat, no cloak or coat, only a shirt and a gray vest. The pants are thickened flannel dark soft surface, and a pair of not formal indoor shoes on his feet.

"Hey! Pointed mouth! "

Rose called out, tiptoeing and waving.

The detective, who was thinking with his head down, soon saw the cheerful green eyes.

And Roland with black hair and closed eyes.

"You came very quickly." Kingsley stepped forward, looked at the two people, and then looked at the bird head in Peggy's arms, and then he understood what the sharp beak was.

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The pub was not as "shabby" as it looked - at least among the three people, two of them didn't care much about whether it was shabby or not.

Kingsley had a way. When he invited Roland and Rose to his room, the two country people from London were really shocked by the decoration of the room:

Like their room, the broken wooden boards that could be used as walls were covered with wool blankets.

In the center of the room was a short round wooden table with a silver tin kettle, a razor for trimming beards, and a three-layer tray for snacks.

Compared to the dry old candles in Roland's room, the candles in Kingsley's room were plump and brightly lit.

Obviously.

He paid a few shillings or pounds extra for all these.

Don't think that things are cheap in this remote place, no, they are more expensive.

"It cost me thirteen shillings, and the things here are not cheap."

He pointed to the three or four burning candles on the cupboard and invited them to sit down.

Make tea with the tea bags he brought.

"Although I don't like my father very much, he is often right." Kingsley thanked him, took the cigar and scissors handed by Roland, and carefully cut off the hat: "We may stay here for a few weeks, and a comfortable environment is the most important thing."

Roland and Rose looked at each other.

Old Collins was right.

This old-faced young man is indeed rich, and very rich.

"I haven't asked yet, the 'business' you mentioned - is it related to this mining town?"

"To be precise, a group of people sold something in London that shouldn't appear on the market." Kingsley stroked the cigar label, which was branded with "Golden Smoke" and some gold and silver patterns, "something similar to building materials, but more terrible than building materials, and with greater profits."

He stared at the two people, and his eyes flashed with understanding.

"Can you tell me why you are here?"

Roland pondered for a moment.

"Same as you, Mr. Kingsley."

"We are also here for the 'white soil'."

He said.

"My friend has had close contact with this special substance..."

Kingsley nodded: "It will silently poison people, petrify their internal organs, cough up blood, and even die unclearly. May the Father of All Things bless your friend, Mr. Roland Collins."

He wanted to continue, but found that Roland and Rose suddenly turned their heads to the door.

A few seconds later.

Knock knock.

The door was knocked.