The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 451 Ch450 Annoying

Chapter 451 Ch.450 Annoying

The carriage drove away from the town of Inns, leaving the white hell behind.

Roland couldn't help but wonder what the fate of Peggy Street would have been if they had never appeared.

Maybe she will still live comfortably and live better than anyone else.

A ritualist who has climbed to the second level in less than five years is definitely considered to be extremely talented. Even without Rose, I'm afraid she could get what she wanted, or simply move away to live in London or somewhere else.

Maybe she will die.

Shelley changed his partner and helped Henry Street kill her - the miners dispersed, leaving only a few words with his wife in the relaxation after release every midnight, which once appeared in Inns Town, The kind girl who helped them and watched them grow up.

It is better than surviving and becoming hideous.

Roland hates fate, but he has to praise it for providing interesting stories to those who love to watch the show.

As long as he lives, there will always be interesting stories like this happening.

Roland said goodbye to the approachable miner girl in his heart.

Close the curtains.

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…

Kingsley separated from them at the train station just as he had arrived.

He was traveling to West Manleys and then to London.

"When we get to London, I'll treat you to a drink." Rose stretched out her arms, which were sore from the bumpy journey, and didn't bother to pretend. It's obvious that this man has seen it before, "There are many pubs with good things to see and do..."

Kingsley had already guessed what kind of occupation Rose was engaged in, but he couldn't figure out how a thief could bear Shelley's surname.

Kleptomania?

"When you arrive in London, please inform me immediately, Mr. Kingsley." Roland also extended an invitation.

"Where should I inform you?"

"Fleet Street." Roland announced the house number, but that was not what Kingsley wanted to hear.

"I have never asked, Roland Collins, what your occupation is. With your extraordinary skills, you cannot be a policeman, right?"

"Almost."

Roland smiled: "You can also come to the trial court to find me."

He took off his hat, stroked his chest, and formally introduced himself.

"Executor of the Inquisition, Roland Collins."

Kingsley was astonished.

Executive? !

A group of people who were evaluated as 'crows', 'hoodlums', 'softies' and 'greedy devils' by his friends. However, at the same time, his father had the opposite evaluation of them:

‘One less predator to mess with’.

Kingsley had never seen a real—he meant, real executive—executive.

"You mean, the Inquisition of Holy Cross...?"

"I think if there is no second Tribunal...yes." Roland narrowed his eyes, and the black hair hanging down his back was blown back and forth like a tail by the wind amidst the sound of the whistle: "But it's not fair, Kingsley.”

"I'm a detective, I told you."

"But that's not my problem." Roland clicked his lips: "Last name. Kingsley, you never mentioned your last name."

"Before I become a famous detective, I don't need this last name to add color to me." Kingsley took out his pocket watch and glanced down: "It's time for me to go."

He still seemed so inhumane and cold-faced.

Carrying the soft box, he turned around, walked a few steps, and turned back.

But Roland and Rose were still there, smiling and waving to him goodbye.

"...You really are not a good friend."

The rock-faced man muttered and walked back quickly.

"You can think about the name of the detective agency for me first...and what surname I want to use to be famous in London." He curled his lips, lowered the brim of his hat before the two of them could tease him, turned around and got into the crowd. No more shadow.

Rose: "He's such a strange person."

Roland: "Yes."

Rose: "But I think he is a good friend."

Roland: "If you don't steal it from him, yes."

Rose: "How could you disparage my hobby?"

Roland: "I'm just belittling you."

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…

Rail tracks lead to London.

Along the way, Rose was filled with bowls.

Roland really didn't want to see those gentlemen and ladies who had lost their money, but the excitement was indeed lively - if you lose your money, the same thing should happen.

There was no Kingsley in the car, no detective jumping out to solve the case.

The police can't do anything.

As a result, the male and female thieves not only gained a lot of change, but also gained a lot of mournful faces.

There are also quarreling couples.

'If you hadn't had an affair last night, we wouldn't have been late and got in this car! ’

'If you could behave better in bed-'

It was very interesting all the way.

As they arrived in London, Roland could see that the girl next to him was getting nervous.

"Are you worried that something good has happened?"

"…Um."

"Ms. Street told you to continue sending people to talk. I think nothing can go wrong."

"But Mr. Shelley wants me to handle it myself..." Rose said with a sad face: "I don't seem to be able to do such a thing, and I don't have a smart head..."

However, James Shelley knew full well that Rose did not have a bright mind.

So William was notified.

Roland didn't know how angry the frustrated girl would be when she returned home.

"Roland."

"Um?"

"What did Peggy Street say to you."

Roland:......

Think about it.

"What do you think we should name Kingsley's detective agency?"

Rose didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

"...She hopes that I will visit Innstown often, I think you know what this means."

Of course, this is already a warm confession for a lady of "status".

Roland lowered his eyelashes: "But I don't intend to develop a love affair with a lady as lingering as in novels..."

Rose looked strange: "She is not ugly."

"Of course, the harshest critic can't say that Ms. Peggy Street is ugly."

"She is wealthy. If she has a man..."

"Of course, Ms. Street owns most of the shares of the mine and holds the power of Inns Town."

Rose pressed the cushion and slowly leaned forward like a curious cat: "Are you sick? Don't you like beautiful, rich, powerful, and prestigious people who are pursuing you passionately?"

Roland showed his crab claws, pinched the cat's nose, and teased: "I am at most worthy of a thief..."

"And the bat fool is dark."

Rose blinked her eyes full of water waves, and a pair of calm golden eyes were reflected in the green lake.

Slowly lowered her head...

He butted someone's chest with his head.

"Normally women are not as good as that Streeter." She folded her hands and put her two feet in stockings on the table - Roland's side.

So she was tilted.

"There are no 'ordinary women' around me."

"You have a fox mouth." Rose raised her chin, as if she found that she shouldn't dwell on such things that make men dissatisfied. She rolled her tongue and changed the subject: "... I think that Shandel is not qualified as a wife."

"Can she handle household chores?"

"She always looks at that broken cross and thinks about how to hurt people..."

"First of all, we didn't talk about the topic of wives."

Roland: ...

"Your identity will be better sooner or later, Roland. If you want to start a family, you'd better think more - I can help you." Rose narrowed her eyes and planned to find Roland a weak woman who can tolerate a mistress.

In this way...

"Rose."

"Hmm?"

"You seem to have forgotten your identity."

"Identity?"

"You are Shelley now."

Rose was stunned.

Yes.

She is Miss Shelley, and may be Ms. Shelley in the future. If this is the status... Even if Roland has a title, it is still suitable, right?

She did not give the laughter and scolding that Roland expected, but slowly lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

A strange throbbing scratched her spine like nails.

Did she have to be so anxious to tell James Shelley the answer...?