The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 431 Ch.430 Guardian

Under the silver moon.

Two men were sitting on the eaves, holding cigars in their mouths, with their legs dangling in the air.

This picture is very strange.

"...Yes, rinse it in your mouth, and you can try to 'spit it out' through your nose. That's right, don't swallow it in your stomach."

The former cigar apprentice is now a teacher.

The man in the cloak is a quick learner and has a sharp tongue.

"Incredible, I seem to taste cocoa and a bit of very light...cream?"

"A taste worth three pounds," Roland smiled: "Does it meet your expectations?"

"Almost close."

The man shook his shoulders: "I've smoked a few before, but it's not as good as this one...the smoke is as soft and smooth as a woman's thigh." After he finished speaking, he joked: "You probably know that the Shelley family also operates Tobacco business—but with Taylor, who’s looking for Shelley?”

"I smoke a pipe, but I don't smoke it often. I'm so busy with things in life that I rarely have time to relax and enjoy..."

"Like now?" Roland asked.

"Like now," he said.

Whether pipes or cigars, apart from the price themselves, what is really expensive is the time spent enjoying them.

This is why they are mostly favored by the wealthy and aristocrats, but they are insulated from the middle and lower classes.

They have no money and no time.

"How can people have nothing?" When talking about this, the man was quite self-deprecating: "It was only after I reached the third ring that I had some leisure to enjoy tobacco and fine wine - before that, even if I had gold pounds in my pocket The rattling noise can’t be distinguished from the solid feeling of the heart.”

"It's like a bear with a knife is chasing me every day."

"You are many years ahead of me."

The two people were talking about people, countries and business, trivial matters between men and women, and special experiences.

It was as if they were not the ones who had fought before.

"...The taste is very complex. I think you have added an expensive hobby to me." At the end of the cigar, the man breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "If old Shelley finds out that I go in and out of Golden Smoke every week, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it again." Not a good look."

Roland laughed.

"You can tell him, just for cocoa and whipped cream."

"I better dare."

Smoking a cigar too fast can cause a person to get drunk - Mr. Cloak is not good at this. After flicking the butt of the cigarette away, he talked a lot of "drunken words" to Roland.

“The truth is: while gaining ‘influence’, Shelley hoped to bring the royal party to Street. "

He suddenly spoke.

In the cold, silent night, the sound was exceptionally clear.

"Our new heir is not yet able to stand up to Chloe. Introducing a third party is a good idea. At the same time, we will also privately offer limited loyalty to the supreme one."

Roland didn't understand.

Although the secret party headed by Chloe and Heffer have been standing opposite to Ms. Sweet Tooth, Shelley's actions will undoubtedly make the unconscious Chloe feel sick for more than half a year...

But no matter what you say, white mine is just a material for building houses.

At most, it adds color to the food of lowly people.

Is this necessary to alert the person in Buckingham Palace?

Wasn't Shelley, like the private alliance behind it, eternally neutral?

"I understand your doubts," when Roland asked, the man showed a smile: "But these can't be just 'drunk words', Mr. Collins. There are some secrets that you need to find out for yourself."

"For example, the interests behind the white mine...how huge are they?"

he said.

"But I can tell you frankly: everything I have done is for my lady's future, to be able to steer a ship that is easy to maneuver and turn."

He patted his butt and stood up, stretching.

"Oh, by the way." He asked Roland 'casually': "Is an executive officer of the Tribunal planning to use criminal methods?"

Roland also stood up, with a serious look on his face: "Henry Street is a cultist."

Cloak laughed at the blunt lie: "You haven't even met him, Mr. Collins."

"Yes, but I have had the ability since I was a child to 'predict' a limited future..." At this point, Roland couldn't help laughing.

The man rubbed his eyebrows.

He found that the young gentleman and his lady had a kind of lawlessness that coincided with each other.

Even an executive cannot judge a noble at will - at least not as Roland said.

That was a lynching.

"So you're not going to do this anymore?"

"Who taught our eldest lady to find a more exciting way?" Roland said helplessly, "She likes to cause trouble more than anyone else."

You don't seem qualified to say that.

The cloaked man silently cursed.

One is going to visit him and say, ‘You are a cultist’ and shoot him dead; the other is joining forces with the exiled sub-heir to start a rebellion.

The future of the Shelleys…

Will it still be okay?

"You are a good friend, and you are happy to accompany the young lady to misbehave."

The man looked at Roland and saw those eyes flowing like brilliance in the night.

"As long as she likes it."

he said.

…………

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Like carrying his wife on his back, he sympathizes with the man who returns home after a date and climbs through the small window.

I found my wife quietly drinking tea in the room.

Roland:......

Miss Shelley, who was leisurely, was honing her ladylike skills in her spare time: holding the ears of the teacup, her raised fingers hesitated between affectation and grace.

But when Roland landed, they decided that affectation was more suitable for the current situation.

"Good night, my friend."

The straight-shouldered lady tilted her head slightly to greet him, with a hint of surprise on her face: "Does the pub seem to have a front door?"

"Men who have affairs never go through the front door."

"Oh, really." Rose gathered her nightgown, picked up the small candlestick on the table, and sat next to him.

She had just finished washing, and there was a dampness on her body.

"What kind of woman?"

"Big ass."

"Your hobbies are not unique at all."

"I have a popular taste."

"You are not." Rose put the candlestick on the table, and by the light of the fire, turned around to unbutton Roland's collar.

Her palm was small and soft, like a warm stream sliding across her neck.

"You are frozen."

Roland grabbed her wrist and pulled it down.

Every time Rose became a ‘lady’, he felt a little uncomfortable - she was really not suitable for this.

"Okay, I'll tell the truth." Roland raised his hand: "Your guardian."

"I knew that old thing wouldn't let me out alone..." Rose rolled her eyes: "Where did you meet? What did you talk about? Who is it? Did it follow us all the way from London? I didn't see a carriage following us? Or did it arrive first? It can't be Kingsley, right?"

"Too many questions, Rose."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a force coming from his shoulder, pressing him on his back on the bed.

"Lady time is over?" Roland wanted to laugh when he saw the angry man on his body -

Every day, every moment, he could sense the discomfort of this ‘daughter’, like sand in his shoes.

Don't be a weird girl.

"Oh, so now, who is on top?"

The riding girl looked down at Roland, pressed his nose with her finger, and patted his leg with her other hand: "Good horse, run faster."

She giggled, shaking the wooden bed creaking.

"Look, look, I sat here for half an hour waiting for you to come back," the green eyes stared at the face that she never got tired of looking at, and seeing his lips curled up, she couldn't help but reach out and touch his face: "I treat you much better than that vicious gray hair. If it were me, I would allow you to find three... five lovers, how about it?"

"But don't spend too much money."

The language is a joke, the expression is a joke.

Even the tone is much more exaggerated than usual.

But the room didn't feel it was a joke, and it soon became quiet.

"Poor child."

"She hasn't even figured out who her real enemy is."