The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 476 Ch.475 From her dream

Countless dreams.

Countless worlds.

Roland wakes up.

lethargy.

Wake up, fall asleep again.

Passed through the curtain again and again, and was thrown away again and again.

He was confused, his swollen head was filled with information that shouldn't be accumulated, and the messy images and sounds were upside down and intertwined.

He falls into one, and after pulling away, he forgets the other.

He couldn't remember how many dreams he had experienced, but he was just glad that those were Miss Nina's memories, not his.

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that every time he would be able to tear off those invisible threads that were firmly entangled in the flesh as cleanly as the previous times.

…

'Shiro...'

‘Huan Huan. Since you know that I don’t want to, why—’

Phew.

‘T-Assassin! There is an assassin! ! ’

…………

…

‘Roland. We finally got your brother back... Can we get along well with him? ’

'Of course, Mom. ’

"You know you are not your biological child."

"When their biological son comes back..."

"Everything you own will be taken away from you."

"bite!"

"Detecting the host's strong will, activate the Dumei system!"

"Mission: Leave the hypocritical home"

"Reward: Any kind of master-level ability (Dance/Acting/Archery/Painting/Sprinting/Literature)"

Phew.

‘Kill, kill! ! ’

'How could you kill your brother-'

Phew.

'you! You, you, you killed your father——'

Phew.

…………

…

Wake up again and again.

Sleeping.

Roland became increasingly unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

The world that originally deviated from his cognition and did not overlap with what he heard and saw was also eroding Roland's sanity bit by bit.

He gradually accepted it and started to learn to live in a colorful world...for a longer time.

He began to care about 'living'.

The terms "waking" and "dream" are getting blurry, making it increasingly difficult to tell them apart.

until.

Roland heard distant sobbing.

A faint, familiar voice.

'Roland...'

The girl called softly.

'Roland...'

she said.

'I'm here...'

The voice gets quieter and quieter.

'Come and save me...'

she said.

A rainy day in October.

Roland left the workhouse.

He was chosen by an old man from afar and brought back to London.

suburbs.

A small manor that seemed to have been built during the reign of Charles I...

Roland means, it's old.

——Although anyone with a little knowledge should know that the manor during the time of Charles I is not considered 'old', Roland thinks that it means that the old gentleman's home should not be so dilapidated and decayed.

The dried fountain sculpture was discolored, and the woman holding the bow in the center had a broken arm.

The stone bowl contained not water, but mud and fallen leaves, as well as some iron branches, wheels and some kind of food packaging bags whose specific uses were unclear.

The trees in the small manor grew unbridled in response to the gardener's order to "let it be". The road was full of potholes and it was the rainy season. Roland had to pull his other leg out of the mud sucking his feet almost every step he took.

Apart from the old man who led the way and himself, there was no trace of a third person on the deserted land.

The lonely main building is like the heart of an upward flowing vortex, pulling everything around it into its belly, leaving absolutely nothing for the owner of the manor.

A huge airbag blew from the other side of the manor, requiring Roland to lean forward and to the right to 'stand firm'.

Apart from the rotten smell brought by the strong wind and the howling like a ghost, the only thing that made Roland feel lucky was that he was promised by the old man that he would have enough to eat every day and would not have to be beaten.

This is much better than the workhouse.

He led him through the narrow road, some ferocious swaying dead branches and the grass that had not been mowed for an unknown period of time, and arrived not far from the building.

"Wait for me here, kid."

said the old man.

Roland watched him step forward to knock on the door. After a while, a slim and elegant lady came out.

Straight gray hair, blue eyes.

The old gentleman bowed and whispered something to the woman.

So, she looked over.

——The very brief inspection ended before Roland felt panic.

She seemed very satisfied, a smile appeared on her cold face, and she put a few large golden coins into the palm of the other person's hand.

Roland was 'accepted'.

Lucky plus lucky.

However, Roland never understood the compassion in the old man's eyes when he left.

The gray-haired lady's surname was Kratov.

Malena Kratofer.

She asked him to remember the name.

Then, he handed over the work to his servant - the manor is not big, but if you count the people living here, it is really much bigger.

Because apart from himself, Roland didn't see any 'servant' in this house: there was only Ms. Kratofer, her husband and daughter.

Mr Hurt.

Miss Xander Kratoff.

They are a family.

The absence of other servants means that Roland's task is particularly heavy: he has to get up at four o'clock every day to light the fireplace in advance for Miss Kratofer and Mr. Hurt;

Iron the clothes you will wear;

Prepare hot water for washing;

Arrange tablecloths and cutlery;

Prepare breakfast——

In addition, since Ms. Malena Kratov almost never came home every night, Roland had to take care of Miss Cinder Kratov, as well as bathing Mr. Hurt and cleaning up the sheets and quilts stained with feces and urine.

Yes.

Mr. Hurt was a fool (although Roland didn't want to say that, he felt that "foolish" was already a lenient statement) -

In fact, Miss Cinder Kratov's father...

could hardly control the time of excretion.

He couldn't speak, and usually used "ah" to express emotions and thoughts: hungry, thirsty, angry, happy, sleepy, painful, excreting, bored, missing, etc....

Just one tone, one word.

"Ah".

Roland didn't understand it at first, and then used it for two months.

Still didn't understand it.

Miss Cinder Kratov was much easier to take care of: she was about the same age as him, could go to the toilet, eat and drink, talk, and walk like a human being - she didn't cause much trouble for herself, usually after breakfast, she would hide in her room and wait until lunch to come out.

She and Roland saw each other a few times a day, and they didn't say a few words, mostly "thank you", "good day", "please help my father".

She left a very good impression on Roland.

She was polite, gentle and elegant, and unlike Ms. Malena, she was cold-faced and spoke harshly all day long.

But she just didn't like to leave the house.

So much so that most of the time, Roland stared at Mr. Hurt, who was tired and resting after crawling around the house -

By the way, in addition to them, there was a long-tailed black cat who often came to visit.

It often slipped in through the window of Miss Cinder Kratov's room, slept in the house for a while, walked through the living room with its head held high, went to the kitchen to have lunch or dinner, and curled up and took a nap by the fireplace.

It ignored its owner, and when it woke up, it licked its fur clean, then raised its tail and exposed its buttocks to shake at Roland for a few times, and walked away with its head held high.

In short.

This job is not easy, but it is definitely stable.

Many people would love to have this job.

Roland was very satisfied.