The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 433 Ch.432 Henry and William

Henry Streeter's manor - it can indeed be described as a manor.

If you count the stone gate with a high toll, then this manor is really not small.

Every inch of this land belongs to them, and so do the people.

Roland saw many beautiful maids: when they were allowed to enter, the servants along the way all showed the same expression that appeared on Rose's face last night.

"Have you ever considered going out with a mask?"

Rose walked slowly, and occasionally whispered to Roland when the housekeeper was not paying attention: "Get a hood and cover your face."

"Be nice to me, Rose."

"Isn't I nice enough for you? If that evil ghost, he would have found a way to make these bitches unlucky long ago."

"Xandel wouldn't do that."

"Look, I didn't say the name, you know who it is."

Roland:...

Kingsley:...

"You two, take your time." The detective suddenly felt that he shouldn't have accompanied them on this trip.

The door of the Streeter's house was quite impressive, much more impressive than the Taylor and Shelley houses that Roland had seen - perhaps because of its remote location and the fact that Streeter was the 'king' of this land, it was particularly generous in its use of space.

The door was almost twice as large as Taylor's, similar to the side door of the Holy Cross Church that he had seen.

This was eye-catching enough.

Not to mention the beautiful maids.

"Sir Streeter has good taste." Kingsley commented on this. He seemed to be used to being surrounded by so many girls, and there was no difference from his face. "The salary of these servants is thousands of pounds a year."

"So much?!" Rose smacked her lips.

She had not yet adapted to her identity as a rich man and a rich lady.

"Handmaid, housekeeper, laundry maid, kitchen maid, scullery maid, personal maid, tutor. In addition, there must be coachmen, gardeners, butlers, errand boys, handymen, cooks, personal valets, etc..."

Kingsley knew all this very well, and talking about it was like a well-known poem.

"You can calculate, even if a servant only has six or seven shillings a week."

"How much does it cost every year to maintain such a large manor so that the owner can live comfortably in it."

This does not include living expenses.

As for why there are more maids and fewer male servants...

Taxes need to be paid for hiring male servants.

But maids don't have to.

In addition...

Maids can also do some work that male servants can't do (maybe all of them).

Along the way, Rose saw too many scenes that were more luxurious than Shelley's: flowers and plants trimmed into the shape of horses, strange and spectacular sculptures, shiny armor, and jewelry and gold items with clear origins in the display cabinets - where it came from and what kind of history it has.

And a line of small words was written:

How much did it cost to buy it.

This line of small words made Kingsley shake his head frequently.

Unqualified.

A truly well-established family will not show off their "money" and "power" to guests - before you are invited to enter my territory, you should know what kind of power I have.

The butler bent over, asked them to sit down, and asked them softly about their taste.

Soon, hot tea and cakes were served.

They received the servant's apology, and said that the master had not returned yet, so please wait a moment.

The maids in the living room also left one after another and stood by the door.

Roland fiddled with the small diamond-shaped gems inlaid on the knife and fork, and discussed with Rose how much this pair was worth.

Kingsley was a little angry.

"This is not the proper way to entertain guests." He said.

A servant is not qualified to apologize to the guests without authorization - if it is true as he said, the master has not returned, then he should save this apology until the master returns and let the master measure the size himself.

He did not know the relationship between them and the degree of intimacy.

He should not speak rashly.

This is a kind of contempt.

"...I don't seem to feel it?" Rose blinked: "Is this an insult?"

She is used to the detective's "sensitivity", or many nobles have this problem.

"Of course it counts." Kingsley said coldly, "Especially when Mr. Streeter is probably at home."

He kept silent about how he noticed it, but twenty minutes later, he was right.

Because Rose clearly saw that the man with the same hair color as Peggy, wearing a shirt and vest, pushed the door in while talking to another annoying person - he didn't even disguise himself, holding a red wine in his hand and wearing indoor shoes.

Go home, change clothes, drink, entertain friends, talk.

The above behavior cannot be completed in just twenty minutes.

What's more, even Rose could notice this kind of rudeness when pushing the door in - her etiquette was not learned in vain.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I still have friends."

Henry Streeter's hair is not long, his face is as white as a corpse, and he has a pair of eye-catching big eyes: he seems to have more than two layers of eyelids, his eye sockets are sunken, and his whole mental state is not very good.

Kingsley's expression became more gloomy.

He knew what this face meant - his father was always like this, dragging him and talking nonsense while drunk as if he hadn't woken up.

It was obvious that he had grown up in women and wine.

"You have no respect for my master." For some reason, Kingsley took the initiative to cooperate with Rose, stood up and accused: "As the master of the Streeter family, your behavior is not gentlemanly."

Henry swung the wine glass and mocked: "A servant who arrives at his destination before his master?"

He looked at the man next to him again.

The two laughed.

William.

Black Nose William.

"I told you, these three people are liars. They may have been cheating all the way. When they got to this place, they thought they could make a few bucks through someone's name."

The slightly swollen William still had the same mean look, walking on the carpet, his curly mustache trembling slightly with his head and voice: "A handsome blind man who relies on his face for a living, a man who just listened to 'Shelley' A dirty woman who dares to use it..."

He studied Kingsley.

"A loser who can't even lie."

He smacked his lips and said in a smooth tone: "Tell me, where did you steal these clothes? Or should you tell them in the town police cell?"

"I don't have much education. I guess my family is missing a truly sensible father..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Roland's expression of 'agreement', and the girl who called herself 'Shelley' didn't look angry at all.

This gave William a pause in his ridicule.

But Kingsley couldn't stand having his father insulted.

He immediately pulled out the pistol he carried and pointed it at William's black nose. For the first time, an easily detectable flame appeared in his eyes:

"Apologies for your stupidity and arrogance."

William was shocked for a second, but he didn't think that these ridiculous people dared to use guns in Street's manor.

Unless they don't want to live anymore.

"A thief turned into a robber? How about three shillings?" He ignored the gun pointed directly at the door and spoke provocatively: "You should be hanged, you know?"

Rose pressed Kingsley's wrist. They had already agreed that this scene would stimulate her to take the key——

"I am Shelley, or you can think of me as a liar. Sir Street, I am here on the orders of James Shelley: the Shelley family will soon withdraw from Inns Town - I am here for " "Shelley's Coal Essence", it was a bumpy journey, but we got this result. "

"You and your bitch should think carefully about how to face the wrath of the Shelley family."

The threat makes people somber.

Henry Street pushed aside William, who was still talking, and took a few steps forward.

"So, Madam or Miss, where is your proof?" He raised his head and rolled his eyes downward: "I can't bow down just because you open your mouth. In this land, Street will not do this to anyone. Do."

"No one dares to impersonate Shelley." Rose frowned.

"That's not necessarily the case," Henry's hand holding the wine glass pointed at her with a finger, "Isn't this right in front of me? When did the Shelley family have a housekeeper? Or do you want it? Tell me, are you Mr. Shelley's daughter?"

"You wouldn't tell such a stupid lie, would you?"

very good.

It seems we can't continue talking.

"For the sake of this gun, I allow you to leave my manor - miss, cherish my hard-won kindness. It is a special day recently, and I don't want to hang the three of you next to the fountain to show your majesty."

"I have to consider other people's feelings."

He turned slightly to make way for the passage and made a gesture of invitation.

"Get off my estate, thieves."

Rose's eyes were sharp: "Your people are selling white minerals in London, but they have not dealt with Shelley! Don't you know that selling these on Shelley's territory——"

"I won't sell them anymore." Henry rubbed the wine glass, raised his chin slightly, and his expression suddenly became a little noble: "That thing represents the future...how can it be sold to despicable low-class people so easily..."

These words made Rose even more angry.

Because this proves that he and William had some guesses about her identity, but they pretended not to know and deliberately made things difficult for her.

Without proof, you are not qualified to talk.

"Leave quickly, Miss Shelley." He stared at Rose, then glanced at Kingsley and Roland, and warned in a deep voice: "Don't think I don't know who you are hanging out with - I am warning you."

"Leave Inns Town and go back to where you should go."

"Be careful not to lose your life in the hands of robbers... Inns Town has not been peaceful recently, and there are always some evil people who seek wealth and murder."

"Be alert, thieves."