The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 450 Ch.449 Just think of a name

The carriage staggered toward the station, and after the bumps calmed down, it passed through the thickening fog.

Kingsley was not going in the same direction as them.

"I'm going to your 'hometown', you two." The detective showed a hint of teasing: "I'm going to West Manlis."

"Your client is in West Manlis?"

"No, just dealing with something. That can't be called a 'client', Roland." Kingsley knocked on the armrest and said, "It should be a 'living romantic corpse' - in London."

It's his father.

"My happy father is soaked in wine and milk every day, and he never forgets to assign a fatal case to his son." Speaking of his father, Kingsley raised a corner of his mouth, and finally there was something on his old face as hard as stone. A slightly different expression.

He didn't seem to like his father's style very much, but he spoke with great respect for him.

"His greedy lover died because of the white mine."

Kingsley said.

"And me? In order not to lie on women all day long like him, I have to make this matter clear - good thing, now even the 'murderer' has been punished."

Although the process is really generous.

"Your father is a sensible person." Roland said along the lines, but was laughed at by Kingsley.

"Don't say that, Roland. If you have a father like this, the house will be filled with strange women whose names you don't even know. You know what they do secretly and what they mean when they smile at you."

"I've been invited countless times."

Rose whistled.

This time, it was Kingsley who glared at her.

"...Anyway, you may not believe it, but I almost have to identify these women by other features besides their faces, and then I have to give them a name that I know in my heart to identify them..."

Rose couldn't help it and started laughing.

Kingsley had a dark face and sighed forcefully: "My father does not support my career."

he confessed.

In the Inns Town group, no matter what the process was, he had already become friends with these two ‘crazy people’.

There are things he never hides from his friends.

"...My father believed that the career I was pursuing was a real act of 'depravity'. I should study ships, trades and stocks. I should attend those 'tail' occasions, holding high-end wine that is neither spicy nor bitter, Listening to black and white remarks in boring situations."

He rubbed his face and spoke out as if to vent his anger. He also specifically asked Roland for a cigar.

Without cutting it, he tore open the cap of the eggplant with his teeth, roughly struck two matches, and burned them vigorously.

"call."

"I admit that he is a shrewd, sophisticated man who definitely deserves praise...but I am not willing to live like that with him."

Kingsley is a very smart man.

Also smart and simple enough.

Among the people Roland had ever met, he was one of the simplest.

"To be frank, your father is right." Roland pinched his cigar and pushed the window open a crack. "Kingsley, my friend. Although I don't know your last name -"

"But I can tell that your father is leading you to a truly good path."

Who can have peace of mind?

Everyone has the same answer.

The world is not only like this, but advocates like this——

He should have been discussing literature, enjoying music, horse racing, hunting, and such elegant sports as croquet with his friends.

He should talk to his friends about fascinating science and women, drink together in high spirits, and go to that fragrant place in the night to have a hearty shouting match (it doesn't matter what you shout, according to everyone's beliefs) depends).

But he chose the lifestyle of a lowly person.

Especially the more despicable category of despicable people.

detective.

This business is no better than flies.

Generally speaking, they serve those who can afford it, and they do more dirty work for husbands who stalk, catch their lovers, or catch their own husbands.

This is looked down upon.

Even if there is a commission, the trustee looks down on them.

police?

The police are even worse.

——They are still worried about whether the weekly scraps can safely fall into their pockets. Now, another wild dog comes to snatch food?

"This is not good for you."

"Yeah, it's not good for me, it's not good for me." Kingsley repeated: "He also said, 'It's not good for you, Kingsley.' But Roland, do you know?"

"In this world, I am the only one who knows what 'being good to me' means."

"I know that only what I want counts."

Kingsley suddenly became sharp.

"I can't live a life of wasting time like that. I don't expect him to be helpful to me. I just hope he won't raise his own son like a hound."

Roland nodded.

"You've done it."

"Not even close." Kingsley raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, which was sucked away by the crack of the window in a blink of an eye. "When I return to West Manlis and deal with the subsequent troubles, I will go to London to find him - I want to be in London Open a detective agency.”

When it came to the detective agency, Roland changed his previous dullness and straightened his back!

"You haven't decided on the name of the detective agency yet, have you?"

Kingsley:…

you?

"I haven't thought about this yet, but the name is not important. An excellent detective and the master of wisdom should understand that the name is the outer layer——"

"No, no, no, Kingsley, that's not right, you don't understand." Roland raised a finger, counting the cigar, it became two, "You don't understand the importance of the name, Kingsley. How can you be so arrogant - the fruit is fragrant because of the skin..."

Rose nodded while listening, and interrupted: "Women are noticed because of their beauty."

Fruit?

Women?

Why are they talking about this again.

Although he didn't know the purpose, Kingsley didn't agree with the two of them after all. He frowned and began to argue:

"If a fruit is sweet enough, it will always attract people's attention. Similarly, if a lady is gentle, kind, and thoughtful enough, even if she doesn't have a beautiful face-"

Before Roland could speak, Rose refuted him first.

In the eyes of Miss Snitch, beauty is very important-or one of the most important things.

In her previous career (now a hobby), she escaped many times with her beauty.

"Great Detective, do you mean that a woman's face is not important?"

Kingsley said strictly: "It's not 'unimportant', but relative to gentleness, kindness and thoughtfulness, beauty should be ranked fourth."

Rose retorted: "If she is kind, thoughtful, and beautiful - but not gentle. Without the first place, Great Detective, how should you choose?"

Kingsley sighed: "Lovers allow each other's flaws to exist. We are human, Miss."

Rose: "But she is not gentle."

Kingsley: "But she meets the last three requirements."

Rose: "Yes, but she is not gentle. She hides behind the door all day and is ready to hit your nose with a hammer just because you accidentally stepped on the carpet."

Kingsley: ...

This has nothing to do with gentleness.

"Everything has its limits, miss." Kingsley shook his head: "If that's the case, stay away from her."

"Then she is gentle and considerate, but not kind. She wants to cut off the ears of every newsboy with scissors--"

Kingsley: "That's against the law."

"Well, what if she is gentle and kind, but not considerate?"

Kingsley said patiently: "Miss, I allow her to be inconsiderate. As long as she is gentle and kind, I can still afford to hire a servant."

"She was so inconsiderate that she dropped the wire into the chicken soup for your children to drink."

Kingsley: ...

Roland was about to die of laughter.

Kingsley's idea was not wrong, and it also represented the correct answer at the moment-but he could never argue with Rose.

Because Rose is unreasonable.

Can you reason with a thief?

"In fact," Kingsley also discovered this, and in his heart he deeply condemned himself for debating with a lady, "In fact, everything you said leaned towards 'evil'."

"Evil is not within the scope of our discussion."

Rose shrugged: "Oh, you think, no matter what, you shouldn't fall in love with a vicious woman?"

Kingsley nodded: "Of course. Maybe my lover is not thoughtful, gentle and kind, but he must not be vicious."

Rose turned her head and stared at someone who was overjoyed.

"The great detective said that it doesn't matter if the lover is not thoughtful, gentle and kind, but he must not be "evil". "

"Are you right?"

Roland: ...

I just want to give the detective agency a name.