The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 414 Ch.413 Hotel Chat

"Hi, three."

The girl who had washed her hair and face was holding a tray with three high-necked wooden pots.

"Try the town's specialty, fruit wine."

After giving her permission, she entered the room and carefully placed the tray on the round table.

"It's free."

"Free, especially for us." Kingsley added on her behalf, picking up the wooden pot and pouring four glasses, "The fruit wine in the town is not cheap. Compared with the accommodation fee, these three pots will not make you much money. For what money – you’re curious about why we’re here, aren’t you?”

This diamond-faced man speaks without politeness.

"I envy your mind," Peggy smiled: "I'm just curious."

"You're not curious." Kingsley looked at her coldly: "Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to place your so-called 'foreign big shot' in the same tavern you are familiar with..."

"Your thumb and other four fingers are not wide, your forearm is not as thick as a candle, and you are definitely not a miner."

Roland sighed.

Although Mr. Kingsley has an old face.

But still younger.

There are some words that actually don’t need to be said to show one’s ‘sharpness’.

"I mean no harm, sir, ma'am."

Peggy pursed her lips and looked at Roland without taking the wine poured for her: "I don't mean any harm. I just hope you won't bring bad news."

"What bad news?" Kingsley asked.

He seemed determined to get to the bottom of it.

"...Bad news is bad news." Peggy shook her head and refused to continue.

At this moment, the bird came out of her blouse again.

Thrilling.

Roland dubbed it in his head and did not dodge or dodge. Look, it kicked Peggy with its little paws and fell straight onto the round table in an arc, hitting the wine glass. It rolled a few times and fell into Roland's arms. inside.

"Good day?"

‘Chirp. ’

The small candle was hidden in the sleeve and stared at it with red eyes.

‘Get out. ’

Realizing that if this continued, Roland would act like a snake swallowing a chicken. He quickly picked it up and used his other hand.

"Miss Paige?"

Peggy hurriedly walked around Kingsley, took the bird that was no bigger than a palm, and kept apologizing.

Kingsley looked on with cold eyes.

There is not much age difference between the four of them, so after such a scene, they were able to invite the bird owner to sit down and chat for a while.

As mentioned before, Paige is very talkative and very good at getting along with others.

Except for Kingsley, Rose and Roland both had a good impression of her.

They ate some snacks and listened to the girl introducing the town to them and responding to her previous questions:

Why did they come.

"My surname is Shelley." Rose straightened her posture and slightly tuck her chin: "I'm here for the family business."

"Shelley?"

Paige was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized: "Shelley? Black-nosed Shelley?"

"What black nose?"

"On the west side," Peggy pointed to the wall: "On the west side, the owner of the coal refinery shop, William the Black Nose, seems to be related to Shelley... are you looking for him?"

Without waiting for Rose to answer, she started talking here and there.

"...That man is a miser. One time I brought a nice candlestick and he only gave me seven pennies. Oh, his wife is really beautiful. Carriage? Of course there is a carriage. He is very grand."

Confusing words.

Rose came here to do only one thing:

Shelley Sr. wanted Rose to take the profits from the store and sell the land.

The Shelleys want to withdraw completely from the Wigan mining complex.

——As for coal essence?

It was a harder coal.

Black, shining in the firelight.

Usually skilled jewelry craftsmen can carve portraits or patterns on them, set them with luxurious jewelry, and make them into pendants, bracelets, and even hair crowns.

The most fashionable thing at the moment is jewelry made from coal.

"Why?" Peggy blinked: "I heard that even in a large mine, you can't find two or three veins of coal essence. Wouldn't this thing fetch a good price in a big city?"

"No one would barbecue in a pride of lions." Rose didn't have any ill feelings towards this girl who looked like her. Instead, she was influenced by her personality and said a few more words: "The Shelley family no longer does business here."

"Because of Street?" Paige asked.

Rose frowned.

"You know Street?"

Peggy gently rubbed Gates in her arms with her fingertips and laughed mockingly: "Miss! Who doesn't know Street! In this land, Street is much more powerful than the king!" "

Rose suddenly remembered the conversation she had with old Shelley before she left.

‘I looked at the account book and the teacher also told me, sir. The store earns a lot of money every year, so why sell it? And with the land and craftsmen? ’

Old Shelley: 'We have our own mine, Lillian. ’

Rose: 'But it's additional income. ’

Shelley Sr.: 'Of course, but I still have to sell it—to the Streeters, remember. ’

Rose was even more puzzled.

'Why? ’

'That's what you have to think about - just take it as homework and give me an answer when you come back. ’

Rose thought about it along the way.

Even if the Shelley family has its own mine, there is no need to give up the benefits.

Even if you let go of this jewelry store, there is no need to sell the land and craftsmen together - these skilled craftsmen are extremely important.

Moreover.

If you have to sell it, why not sell it to Chloe?

Aren’t the Wigan Mines Chloe’s?

Chloe’s family must be richer than Street, right?

Rose didn’t quite understand what James Shelley meant, and the plot behind this move.

Until she heard Peggy say: Street is more powerful than the queen in this land.

Then she suddenly realized.

She is not stupid, she just wants to change her mindset:

If Shelley really does this, then can it be considered that James Shelley is biased towards the royal party?

At least, he is not very willing to stand on the same road with Chloe and the Heyman family - the private alliance will not stand on either side, so Shelley can only use some glaring, not conspiracies, but definitely uncomfortable methods...

But why old Shelley? Isn’t the Shelley family only engaged in business?

The more she thought about it, the more Rose’s head hurt.

The messy thoughts in her head were like a ball of thread scratched by a cat.

‘It’s really annoying. ’

She hesitated.

She can't do this. What "smart mind" and "wise woman" - it doesn't work for her.

She is more interested in breaking glass with a hammer or rushing into a jewelry store with a carriage than weaving and solving conspiracies.

Well...

Just sell it to Streeter and have fun for a few days.

Miss Snitch has made up her mind and is too lazy to think about what the shrewd old man is calculating all day.

"Yes, the Shelley family is going to withdraw from the Wigan Mines, and Streeter will be a good buyer, right?"

Peggy blinked: "Of course."

She said.

"But I think it's not the current Streeter."