The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 415 Ch.414 Banquet

The BBQ chefs in the evening are definitely not the same restaurant as the BBQ chefs in the day.

Or not in one dimension.

When night falls, the land flourishes again.

Men, women, children.

There are no 'gentlemen' or 'ladies' here, and there are no rules about who can and cannot go where. There is no such rule.

All, all.

There's something for everyone to have some fun at the pub.

"Barbecue Hands" is very lively.

The men and women with soot-faced faces stopped at the door, picked a clean one from a row of buckets, picked up a handful to wash their faces and hands, and then, arm in arm with their friends, they pushed open the door and shouted Old Moore's name loudly. .

Women are more gentle and wash more carefully - but they mostly wipe their children's faces, nostrils and teeth.

Use the bucket specially set aside by the men to wash the children.

Then it’s yourself.

They laughed with their sisters and walked into the tavern together.

The children are even more noisy.

After all the adults have finished using it, they will quietly soak the strips of cloth and swing them around at the door. Then they will be scolded, kicked and taken away by their necks and collars by the parents who rush out. .

The pub is lively.

You can hear it from the rooms on the second floor.

Rose and Roland were impossible to miss - Kingsley was a little embarrassed.

He didn't like such occasions very much.

It was too noisy for him to think.

"A qualified detective must ensure the accuracy of his judgment in various situations and keep his thinking head running."

Roland is talking nonsense.

Kingsley knew it too.

But the novice detective agreed.

"Let's go! Come on, come on!"

Rose fluttered about the room like the Golden Bird Gates, until Kingsley put out the candle and followed Roland.

The first floor is a spacious tavern, a place for the men and women who have worked in the mines to have fun.

Therefore, tables and chairs can only bear the weight.

Rough can't be any rougher.

Peggy was busy like a little bee, going to one side and the other under Old Moore's shouting - she saw three people coming down from upstairs, and many people saw it.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

"It seems that people in Inns Town don't welcome beautiful people."

Rose shouted loudly.

Someone started whistling.

Toward Roland and her.

Then there was the roar of laughter from the men and the sound of wine glasses hitting the table.

"Come down and have a drink! Pretty 'girl'!"

they shouted.

"The mouth is just like their hands. The soot is dirty, but the flesh and blood under the soot is clean." Peggy was worried that Roland would be angry, so she stepped forward to lead them to their seats.

In the middle of the wall.

"I won't be offended by these words."

Among the women at the tables along the street, some stretched out their hands to pull at Roland's sleeves and trouser legs. Some were even bolder in age and went to places they shouldn't go, repeatedly, with varying degrees of severity.

Rose felt like a fish in the sea here, so comfortable.

"Don't touch my man!"

She glared at the women fiercely.

"Then you have to prove that this is your man first." A woman retorted: "Prove it to us, right? Everyone?"

Others started to heckle again.

Even Kingsley gradually smiled.

"You haven't hooked up with this gentleman yet, have you?" The women didn't let Rose go, shouting and teasing.

Kingsley had a straight face and Rose blushed.

Only Roland asked them in a low voice what "putting on" means.

No one seems to care that he is blind, and no one cares whether the blind man has suffered some kind of 'curse' - the father of all things does not seem to have a big market in this mining area, or maybe the flesh and blood have suffered enough and have long known how to live. The truth:

Nothing follows them forever but damn pain.

Especially the blessings of the Father of All.

Absolutely impossible.

"Where did you come from?" Someone asked the same question as Paige.

"Simanlis."

"Wow."

Someone booed.

Perhaps no one has been to Simanlis, but there is no delay in heckling.

"It seems that our little Peggy has found true love." The women joked: "Sir, you have to be careful. This girl has big hands and feet. When the time comes, she will climb up and hold you down-"

Rose gave her the middle finger.

The scene at this moment reminded Rose of the days of the Elephant Gang, the days when she and her companions were racing on the streets.

"You blended in very quickly," Kingsley ordered the meal and looked around at the dirty and noisy environment. He had to hunch forward and shout loudly to communicate with his tablemates: "So, the two from Simanlis "

He smiled a little weirdly: "I have an acquaintance who lives in West Manlis, and this business is all from her."

she?

Rose was curious: "Your lover?"

When it came to his lover, Kingsley's expression became even weirder.

"Never will be."

he answered.

"Hey! Where are you going? Is it a trip?"

someone asked.

"Absolutely." Roland tilted his head and replied loudly: "Walking around and stopping at interesting places."

Someone else said: "There's nothing interesting here."

"You're right." Roland raised his eyebrows.

There was laughter all around.

Soon, wine and food were served.

From Peggy's tray to Roland's table, he had to pass many tables along the way.

These lovely miners, both men and women, began to put things on the tray: the men went for Rose, the women went for Roland - some with unique tastes went for Kingsley.

Of course, they all went for the performance of the three after they went downstairs.

They were dressed extraordinary, but not contemptuous.

So, when the plate arrived at the destination, it was almost piled up into a small mountain: although it was all worthless steel black bread, or two or three glasses of cheap light beer.

"For Peggy's new friend!"

The men and women raised their glasses, and the children ignored the atmosphere and stuffed the black on the table into their mouths.

Peggy...

seemed to be more popular than they thought.

"Have a happy holiday! Gentlemen and ladies! The people in Inns Town are very kind. If you have any problems, just look for Peggy, right?"

"Of course, Peggy, who knows everything! Peggy is old enough to look for a man!"

The blonde girl, who was the center of the topic, was not shy. She hummed along the way, served each seat with some good wine and bread, and even asked for meat.

She was talking about something while walking.

Like these miners, she had big arms and legs, and a heart that was rough and hard enough.

So, she dared to sit down next to Roland with a glass of wine after the busiest time.

Someone started to make trouble again.

"Have a drink, Mr. Dawson."

She touched Roland's cup with her wooden cup, and in Rose's annoyed eyes, she grabbed Roland's hand and put it on the cup handle.

"I'll help you."

She said.

Someone whistled.

"If you want to pick the flower of Inns Town, you have to drink at least two barrels!"