The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 459 Ch.458 Concerns

Roland didn't know whether his uncle could do it or not. Anyway, according to Wrench, he was a 'licker, foodie and fun-loving'.

Roland asked what that meant, and Wrench said that he would know just by looking at the girl next to him.

Speaking of the girl around me——

Where did Xander go?

A living second-ring ritualist, the daughter of the Kratoff family, and a former candidate for a saint, can't just disappear, right?

Roland has been thinking about it recently and asked around.

Unfortunately nothing was found.

The surname Kratof itself carries some unspeakable meaning. Coupled with Roland's 'status', the only people who can come into contact with the highest level are Enid and Fernandez——

He planned to wait for Rose to be free and entrust her men to look for her.

But I didn't have much hope.

After a night's rest in the drug store, Roland was going to visit Beatrice at Taylor's house the next day, and by the way, he told Randolph what happened in Inns Town and how Mr. Sarah's soul was able to rest in peace.

But before that, he had to talk to Yam.

"Mr. Collins?" The woman with her wet forehead was washing the tub, "He is a good man, why do you say this? Roland?"

James Jones was not a fool, otherwise he would not have been able to protect him in that hell for so many years.

"You know what I'm going to say, Yam."

"I don't know."

"Don't do it for me." Roland rode on a small stool, reached out and stirred in the wooden basin, picked up a handful of ice-cold water, released it, and then stirred again.

It was all over the floor.

Yam patted the back of his hand lightly.

"I'm so glad you only have two arms." She rubbed her face with her arms, threw down the rag, looked at Roland and sighed, her eyes full of pity: "You always think so much. Living like this is too tiring, Roland. ”

Roland said nothing, held the wooden basin between his two feet, and began to make waves with the cold water in the basin.

Yam:......

"Okay, I know what you mean." She kicked Roland's foot and said angrily: "You are worried that I will force myself to marry someone you don't love for your 'stable life' - aren't you?"

"Um."

Yam understands Roland.

When she returned to London with Pugh Collins and settled in the herbal shop, she knew that sooner or later there would be such a day - Roland was worried, absolutely worried, that she would be 'forced' to marry Pugh because of him. ·Collins.

Roland is such a child.

"You and your uncle are different," James Jones said perfunctorily with a smile, "Hey, when have I ever wronged myself because of you?"

Roland kicked the wooden basin and lowered his eyelashes.

"Every day."

After he finished speaking, there was silence in the air.

James Jones opened his mouth.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt relieved.

Roland…

Grow up.

The crying baby in her swaddling clothes, the 'beauty' in childhood, the 'troublemaker' running around, finally turned into the 'knight' he often talked about - able to protect the people he wanted to protect.

She looked at the dejected 'boy', with a face that could make a woman (or a man) fascinated, with charming golden eyes and hair that was as soft and falling as ink.

Yam suddenly wiped his hands, stood up, and moved the chair behind him.

sit down.

She untied the messy black hair on his back, used her fingers as a comb, and her fingertips as teeth, stroking through the waterfall-like ink, merging the wide rivers into a stream.

Then, tie it with light silver satin.

Tie a different, less ornate knot than a lady's.

"I'm not doing this for you, Roland."

Yam put down the tail of his soft hair, slowly moved forward, and rested his face on his increasingly generous back.

"I'm not all for you."

she said.

"I have some considerations about life, family, and future. Roland, I always have to consider these."

She whispered softly, pressing against Roland's back.

From this direction one can reach directly to the heart.

She stroked his back with the rough calluses on her hands, and through the clothes, she could feel the feathers hidden under the fabric - feathers that he was about to have but had not yet matured.

Maybe one day, he will protect his treasure with his broad and powerful wings like an eagle, but for now, he is just a young eagle that relies on its adventurous heart to adventure in the forest, and is still in the dark when facing the real storm.

He is not suitable for thinking about family in detail, arranging people's lives, and considering every trivial matter in life.

The Roland that Yam expected was far more than that.

He should go with the wind, in line with his inner desire.

This is the greatest expectation a mother has for her child: she does not count on him, but she hopes he can count on himself.

Now he can.

"Mr. Collins is a good man. Loyal to his feelings and loyal to his friends. Although his personality is not very agreeable - Roland, I have passed the age of loving oily honey."

She leaned on Roland's back and slowly confided her heart.

"...We have talked a lot these days. Mr. Collins has told me about his past, and so have I."

"You know what?"

"When I dream back at midnight, I can always see me on that winter afternoon, and you in the basket in the back alley of the workhouse."

"I could hardly imagine that one day we would be able to come to London and live a good life..."

"This is far beyond my best dreams."

Roland lowered his head and quietly felt the different emotions brought about by this posture - he used to always lie on Yam's back like this, but now he changed it.

"I hope I won't cause you more trouble, but now that I'm in London, there's no need to add more trouble to you. Roland, don't put too much thought on me - I know what I want, and I know what I want." Got it a long time ago.”

She pushed Roland's back and stood up.

Pick up the basin and pour out the water.

"Mr Collins is a nice guy, all things considered. I could work and earn money for the family too - if he would let me go."

"But I think our status is no longer suitable for marriage."

Roland stood up and wanted to say something, but found that he could not be as eloquent as usual in front of Yam at this time - he seemed to be a child forever in front of her.

"Worry little guy."

The woman wiped her hands, patted Roland's shoulder, and pinched his cheek a few times.

"Getting fat."

Roland smiled and rolled his eyes: "Just right, isn't it?"

"It's better to be fatter. You can't be too thin with your face. It will make people talk. If you are thin, it really has nothing to do with being a man." Yam forcibly turned him around and pushed his back. : "Go! Go quickly and get busy with your important business, man."

"Don't waste your energy on trivial matters at home. Don't take care of me like I took care of you before."

Roland was happy to be pushed away like this, so he raised his head and said backward:

"Now comes retribution, Ms. Jam Jones."

"I think you have been waiting for this day..."

Yam pushed him out of the kitchen and closed the door: "Aren't you coming back for dinner today?"

"I probably won't be back for the next two days to meet a friend."

"Then you eat more, don't play pranks on your friends, don't go to shady places, wear good clothes when you go out, don't fight with others..."

Said a lot more.

Roland just said yes.

Five minutes later, he turned back to the main hall.

Old Collins was pressing the medicine, pushing it one at a time.

The herbs inside will survive well under the knife.

"uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"I won't come back to live soon."

Old Collins said nothing and pushed the roller creakingly.

After Roland put on his hat and cloak and went out, he raised his head slightly and glanced at the figure leaving behind the glass.

'Bad boy...'

‘Worrying blindly. ’