The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 466 Ch.465 Afternoon tea with friends with small candles

Crunch.

Crunch.

The wheelchair rolled over the blanket.

The kettle on the stove was blowing steam.

The round low table is covered with a blue floral vertical striped tablecloth.

The girl's long crimson hair covering her shirt is like a group of lazily blooming roses on an ivory tower. While it eclipses the color of the room, it also gives people a destructive beauty that is difficult to look directly at, just like the sun.

She held the handle of the pot attentively and poured boiling water into the tea cup.

Then.

Staring at the fallen leaves floating on the gold-patterned porcelain floor.

The water vapor spreads.

Soaked in those eyes with flying yellow sand.

"I love this story, Little Candle."

This sound is like an antelope jumping on a cliff that grows willfully. It is so far away and so light that those who are not paying attention will miss it in the blink of an eye.

But snakes don't neglect their new friends.

It is also the first friend in Snake's life.

"Of course!"

While others could only hear the hissing of snakes, Erendira's ears were filled with pride - proud of her father, Roland Collins.

However, there is not much about Mr. Collins in today’s story.

Most of them were Lillian Rose Vansittart (Little Candle called her a bad mouth) and the girl named Street.

Paige.

"My father has long known that that woman is a bad thing! He didn't pay attention to her advances at all, huh..."

The white snake was placed on a porcelain cup, using the cup filled with hot water as a heater. The whole snake was steamed until it was drunk and very comfortable.

"Mr. Collins is a wise man."

Erendira stroked the snake's head with her fingertips.

If he stepped back, and then stepped back, the visitor would have discovered that the girl in the wheelchair was missing a leg - or had an extra leg.

Compared to last time, she seemed to have grown a new one today.

Made of brass, steel and some kind of shining metal, it is complex but contains the beauty of order...

A metal leg.

The soles of the feet haven't been made yet, so they are just an 'iron rod' composed of a 'thigh' and a 'calf' that cannot move.

The little cookie calls it an iron stick.

"That hurts, doesn't it?"

"What?" Erendira was stunned for a moment before realizing that her only friend was caring about her.

It feels really good.

When the girl's gorgeous face smiles, perhaps no matter how sick she is, the vitality of spring will burst out from this amazing beauty.

"It doesn't hurt very much, Little Candle."

She answered softly.

In fact, it hurt a lot.

But facing those worried little red beans, she couldn't tell how painful it was.

"Do you want to learn to walk?" Little Candle asked, "It's not easy to learn, and I still can't do it."

Erendira laughed out loud: "You have no legs or feet, miss."

"Yes, my father never lets me walk by myself. He wants me to hang around his wrist all day long - don't envy me. This is the only way my father treats me."

Erendira lowered her eyes and stared at the 'decoration' on the outer ring of the tea cup, and her once shriveled heart gradually became fuller with each story.

It has moisture and vitality.

Roland Collins.

She really wanted to see this gentleman.

I want to see if he is as 'powerful' and 'gentle' as Little Candle said.

It would be great if these two words overlapped.

"So in the end, do we still have to continue digging the white mine?"

"Yes..." Little Candle raised her head: "Although I don't know what the problem is... isn't that what humans are like?"

Erendira shook her head.

"Human beings are different, little candle."

"I am a heterogeneous species, but it doesn't matter what kind of human being I am." The snake swung the tip of its tail nonchalantly, "As long as I am with my father."

"Your father is also human." Erendira pinched her wagging tail, causing the snake to headbutt her wrist.

"My father is-" Little Candle suddenly paused and reacted: "I won't tell you!"

Erendira laughed until she coughed.

She placed a small piece of beef in front of the small candle and watched her swallow it.

"Mr. Rowland Collins is an interesting man. If I had such a friend I would speak of him as often as you do."

The snake shook its head, its two small eyes slightly suspicious.

"You don't want to bite him too, do you?"

"Bite?" Erendira blinked.

"Oh, that's right, two people begging for food in each other's mouth like hounds fighting for bones..."

Erendira:?

What does that mean?

Little Candle stuck out her tongue and said with some contempt: "Why don't you understand anything?"

Erendira smoothed back her red hair, leaned down, and stared at the snake's head with her big eyes.

"Tell me some more stories, Little Candle, except for that mining town..."

"Well..." Little Candle tilted her head and thought: "Do you want to hear the story about him and her lover?"

"lover?"

Erendira's pupils dilated and she was amazed: "Let me tell you, there will be many people who will fall in love with Mr. Collins."

"Of course, my father is very popular."

my father.

my father said.

What did my father do?

How elegant and charming my father was.

My father, my father, my father, I...

Little candles have their own way of making friends.

And this success also gave her extraordinary confidence:

said my father.

"But he's been a little troubled recently - it's not something that can't be solved, soon, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?" Little Candle said, "That's why I have time to come and play with you..."

"trouble?"

Erendira pinched another small piece of beef, tore it open, and placed it in front of the small candle.

But the other party swept it with his tail in disgust.

"I don't live on meat," she said. "It tastes good, but it's not as good as the steakhouse my father took me to eat."

Erendira asked about the 'troubles' in the previous sentence.

She was so eager for the outside world, and she became increasingly curious about Roland Collins and what happened around him.

"Oh, yes, trouble."

Little Candle nodded.

"He didn't know how to get to a place."

"Where?"

"One...I can't tell you."

Erendira thought for a while, struggled to push the wheel, went to the small cabinet, and opened the top drawer.

Take out a cookie wrapped in oil paper.

"...I begged Hannah for a long time before she agreed to buy it for me." The girl lowered her head with some reluctance, opened the paper in her palm, and placed the small bowtie-shaped biscuit that was no bigger than a palm and covered in sugar crystals on the table. , "It's delicious."

she said.

"I ate three pieces and there is still one piece left..."

Little Candle stared at the biscuit, looking left and right, disgusted: "You are so poor."

Erendira:…

He puffed up his face.

"How could you talk to a friend like that."

"You...don't have any money?" Little Candle swept the biscuit with its tail, broke it into two pieces, and swallowed one piece: "My father is rich...Here, I'll give you half."

Erendira pressed her head: "That was originally mine."

"Give it to me, and it's mine."

"...You are so weird." The girl carefully picked up the biscuit, put it on her tongue, and rolled it into her mouth.

She pressed the scattered sugar crumbs on the table with her fingers like pecks of rice, and then put them in her mouth.

Narrow your eyes.

"So sweet."

Little Candle didn't know why, but she felt a little angry - even though the woman named Street had lied to someone, she was not this angry.

But looking at Erendira's appearance, she began to get angry.

"Why can't you even eat biscuits?" The little snake asked: "You used iron rods, chairs with wheels, and servants. Why can't you even eat biscuits?"

Erendira shook her head: "That's not good for your health, Hannah said, these are still risks..."

She can eat a lot of good things, but biscuits are not good for her body, so she can't.

Little Candle used the simplest and most suitable way to give Ellendi an idea.

"I'll bite her to death, get a new servant, and you can ask for four more pieces."

Erendira:…

Her snake friend is fierce.