The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 417 Ch.416 Singing

Mr. Kingsley is a very interesting man.

There is a certain class of arrogance in his bones, and he doesn't think he is mean at all - for him, this is a long-standing habit, and he doesn't even think there is anything wrong with his speech.

But at the same time, he is willing to apologize for his mistakes, and is willing to respect anyone regarding the 'detective': no ​​matter his origin, status, gender, no matter whether he is openly insulted or covertly satirized.

“‘Being friends with you is because I think highly of you.’ That’s not very popular.”

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Miss Nina’s…

"Yes, there are many such people in the memory of your dead Su Yue."

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There is no need to show off your rich vocabulary.

"Su Yue doesn't like people like this either."

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I think he's very interesting.

"arrogant."

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Who is not arrogant.

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Much better than Mingsi Chloe, isn't it?

"Much better than a flea."

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Too.

"...So, you found out?"

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certainly.

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wrench.

"what."

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Like Miss Nina, I am constantly collecting stories.

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Who will you tell it to in the future?

"Your children?"

Without waiting for Roland's reply.

"Or you thought it was your child but it was actually Enid who was carrying you and old Collins..."

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I knew nothing good would come out of your mouth.

"Each other."

End of two songs on ‘stage’.

Amid the applause, Peggy bowed her knees gracefully, raised her piano high, and smiled brightly.

The miners shouted to her to play some more songs, but the girl shook her head and ran back with the piano.

He sat down next to Roland again.

People around him laughed knowingly.

"How do I play?"

She showed off to the man she couldn't take her eyes away from and asked for praise: "How's it going?"

"Awesome, Miss Paige!" Roland laughed and clapped his hands twice, showing the same excitement as the other miners: "It's unbelievable... you are definitely favored by your benefactor!"

“It’s lines are so beautiful!”

"All colors become more vivid in it!"

Although Roland participated in the fun and gave decent comments, the more Kingsley listened, the more he felt as if he had read these words somewhere...?

Rose pouted.

"I'm not saying it's bad, but I've heard better, so it's hard to say how good this performance is."

The girl pursed her lips.

"My friend is more skilled than you...How do I know for sure? Because he plays it for me every day."

Rose curled her hair. She was so drunk that she couldn't control the volume of her speech - what she thought was speech was actually "shouting".

"Every day, Miss Paige. Frankly speaking, sometimes I get tired of hearing it, but he insists on letting me listen to two more pieces - maybe he likes to play the piano? Maybe something else? I don't know the reason, but he definitely knows what is good and bad. ”

Kingsley rubbed his face silently.

Women are really...

"Oh, who? You mean, this Mr. Dawson?" Peggy glanced at Roland and was very curious: "In order to practice the piano every day, you play to a person who doesn't want to listen to the piano?"

"I didn't say I didn't want to!"

"You just said you weren't happy to hear it... We can't deceive a gentleman like this." Paige sighed.

Rose was dissatisfied: "What I'm saying is: sometimes... you can also understand it as 'occasionally' - in fact, he is willing to play and I am willing to listen. Miss Paige, why do you always talk about things you don't understand?" What about incorrect views?”

Paige was not angry at all, she blinked her big eyes: "Maybe because..."

"I'm more honest than you are."

This sentence completely shattered Lillian Rose Vansittart's "lady barrier."

She smashed the wine glass, staring at the dirty bitch with her green eyes, revealing her true colors: "Are you fucking done?!"

The two of them didn't notice that when they mentioned 'exquisite', the noise in the tavern became smaller and smaller.

Getting smaller and smaller.

Everyone tried their best to suppress their laughter, waiting for the final explosion.

Until the green-eyed one cursed.

Only then did everyone begin the long, ups and downs of ‘haha’.

"Hahahahahahahahaha——"

No one thinks there's anything wrong with this, no one speaks up for Peggy, complains, or scolds the three outsiders - great fun, doesn't it fit in with carnivals and taverns?

"Look, Paige has a good enemy."

"I don't like those whose shoulders look like scale beams. Now is the time..."

"That man is indeed handsome."

"I just don't like to laugh."

"I'm talking about the blind one."

Rose blushed.

"Do you like this gentleman too?"

"I...I don't like it." Rose gritted her teeth and squeezed out the courtesy that had long been gone: "I just think it's not decent to express love to someone you just met..."

Paige smiled and said nothing.

But he gave the piano to Roland.

"How about playing a song for me and your friends, and for the carnival tonight?" She held Roland's wrist and shook it vigorously: "Let us see the traveler's skills."

"Tell us about what's going on outside."

"How about it?"

Roland held the neck of the piano and asked around: "Everyone, Hymn of Eden?"

Someone was dissatisfied: "Fuck the Holy Cross! Give us something irreligious! Give us something blasphemous!"

This surprised Kingsley.

Because when this person shouted "blasphemy", no one objected or was silent - the people around him all catered to him and strongly expressed that they did not want those "decent" ones.

Lancashire has churches.

Ince Town does not.

This is unforgivable for a devout believer, but it is different for the miners who have always lived on this land.

"Then... let me think about it?"

Peggy did not give Roland time to refuse. She forcibly pulled his hand, pulled him up, and led him all the way to the bar.

Some people cheered, some applauded, and shouted to give him a chair with the highest backrest.

"I still have some strength."

Roland supported the counter with his backhand and jumped on it like her.

Took the piano.

This neat move earned him applause that was no less than Peggy's just now.

But soon, the pub became quiet again.

Everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what kind of songs this outsider, noble, and great man who could touch the stringed instrument would play and sing.

The firelight flickered, and some shadows outlined the lines of the young man. The blurry light that flickered highlighted the clarity of his face, which was superior to that of ordinary people.

They looked directly at the outsider and the man who was holding the harp and meditating.

Perhaps they had just discovered what a dazzling jewel Peggy had picked up in the gravel and mud.

‘…He is so beautiful. ’

Someone sighed.

This was also the sigh of everyone.

And when the velvety and soft voice stepped over everyone's ears like a cat, jumped a few times, everyone was quiet.

The man spoke softly, as if telling the people present a story that he, his friends, or his friends' friends had heard by chance - but that didn't matter. Who would care where the story came from?

He sat quietly by the stove, lowered his eyes and flipped through the yellowed diary, and struck the strings of the harp like stroking old pulp paper.

In a lazy voice.

·Hello darkness, my old friend…

Music speaks for the heart.