The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 477 Ch.476 The days of the past

"Thanks…"

"Roland."

This is the reason why Roland likes Miss Xander Kratofer - in addition to her willingness to thank a humble servant, her heartfelt sincerity can also be clearly felt by the extremely sensitive Roland.

She is definitely a kind girl. She will grow up to be a lady and will definitely marry an outstanding gentleman in the future.

"Thanks…"

Cinderella held the sleepy black cat in her arms and timidly stood at the door of the room and looked inside.

Her dusty room.

Now full of feces.

——While she was taking a nap in the rocking chair after lunch, Mr. Hurt sneaked into his daughter’s room, defecated on the carpet, and smeared the feces everywhere:

On the walls, on her sheets, on the table, chairs and clothes in the closet.

He was only wearing a shirt and purple wool socks.

Only wear these two.

Roland had a huge headache.

In the past two months, the most work he had done was cleaning up the mess for this crazy gentleman.

He didn't need to clean the contaminated clothing and accessories, and the Kratov family obviously didn't lack the money - but the walls and floors couldn't be smashed, pried open, and reinstalled.

"This is what I should do, Miss Kratoffer." Roland knelt on the floor and struggled to push the wrung out khaki cloth strip: "Otherwise, why would the lady hire me?"

When the gray-haired girl heard what he said, she lightly pursed her pink lips.

She looked at the boy kneeling on the ground, and a shadow appeared on his face that seemed to be forever innocent and young: "...it's dad's fault."

"Maybe he just needs help."

Roland wiped his sweat and turned back to smile at her.

Looking past the girl, his father was 'hiding' behind the chair, thinking he was hidden, with his head exposed and looking this way.

"It's like Ms. Kratoffer hired me and gave me a place to stay - I would like to call this home, miss, do you agree?"

Xander gently stroked the black cat in his arms.

Against the girl's thin body, it looked like a monster in the night. Its black tail hung down past her knees, sweeping it lazily.

"I…"

She hesitated and repeated her words, unable to come up with a positive or comforting answer - until she noticed that the light in Roland's eyes was gradually dimming.

"Being my family member will lead to misfortune..."

Roland rubbed the floor and let out a 'ha' sound: "Look, miss, although your status and yours are very different - someone as humble as me can never be compared with someone as noble as you. But I want to say something shamelessly : I have been told this for many years.”

The gray-haired girl paused, as if she couldn't believe it: "Really?"

She thinks Roland is very beautiful, too beautiful to look like a 'real person' - plus he works neatly and never complains about urine and fatigue like the servants who came before. He bullies her by using the lack of sober people in the house, and uses words to make things clear. Secretly sarcastic.

Roland never had.

She thinks that such a boy will be loved wherever he goes.

"Someone who gets close to me will suffer misfortunes, Miss Kratove. When I was in the workhouse, my reputation was known to everyone." Roland twisted the cloth out of the yellow soup, and there was no trace of the smell on his face. Passed.

He still smiled so much that Xander felt warm.

As warm as sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace with a little fleece blanket.

"But you see, a person like me who is "bad luck" has met a good person. He not only hired me, but also provided me with food, drink and housing - isn't this lucky?"

Lucky enough.

Xander had to nod.

My mother was never at home, and my father couldn't speak. The young Xander Kratof once placed his loneliness in the servants who came and went, hoping to draw the strength to speak from them——

But to her disappointment, servants never provided such energy.

There seemed to be an invisible line between her and them. Whoever crossed it would cause thunder in the house.

Coupled with the fact that the servants were replaced quickly and frequently, Xander Kratof gradually lost the intention to talk.

Until Roland showed up.

This gentleman, servant, boy, who was about her age and perhaps the most beautiful in the world, brought sunshine and joy to this unknown choir girl with a glimmer of the glory of the Lord.

"Thank you, Roland."

she said softly.

The sound was drowned in the murmur of scrubbing the floor.

"What?" Roland turned his head.

"...It's nothing, Roland." Xander pursed his lips: "You are the only one important to me."

"That's my pleasure, miss. By the way, Mr. Pirate is the most important person, right?"

"Yes." Xander raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed the sleeping cat's head.

Miss Kratove named this heartless black cat ‘Pirate’——

Because it always comes and goes like a pirate.

When he was hungry, he would jump up to the window sill, go to the house and mess around, eat and take things as if no one else was around, then proudly return to the window sill, and run towards his magnificent sea of ​​freedom again——

Until the next time hunger strikes.

It has no conscience, but is occasionally merciful, sleeping in the arms of Xander Kratof as if it were dead today, or on other days.

It is not easy for a wild cat to sleep peacefully in a person's arms unless it is dead or prepared to die.

This is a great trust (but Roland always said that maybe it was just selling his dignity in exchange for the right to enter the 'port'. Xander was annoyed by Roland's words, because in this way, it was tantamount to neglecting her identity as a 'Cat owner' charm).

All in all, life was ordinary, but it made people feel at ease: fighting wits and courage with Mr. Hurt every day, cleaning up his butt, and chasing around the house with his pants held up.

If you have a little free time, you can serve Miss Kratove, refill the water and light the fire, listen to her whispering softly while leaning on the chair, and use the warm light of the fire to heat up a few wet and rainy sad stories, or the shocking stories of some travelers. What I saw on a stormy ship.

Roland couldn't find anything to be dissatisfied with. This was simply the best place he could imagine.

Except for Ms. Marilyn Kratofer, the woman who hired him was rarely at home - he also occasionally heard Xander mention his mother and some trivial matters between them:

But the tone is not very good, and the words are not very pleasant.

It seems that she has some intriguing views on her mother, not just because Ms. Marilyn left her stupid husband behind and hung out with people of unknown origin all day long - there seemed to be other hidden secrets, some of which were mentioned in ordinary times, Let Xander reveal his painful secrets.

Roland knew he shouldn't be curious.

He always listened, but never asked.

Since then.

The pirate replaced Ms. Marilyn, and together with Mr. Hurt, Miss Xander Kratoff, and Roland, formed the Kratoff Manor family.

The four of them lived a happy life, and Mr. Hurt's symptoms improved under Roland's careful care - at least, at least he no longer wore only two socks and a shirt and pooped around the house all day long.

This was a major breakthrough, and for this Xander even made a small cup of coffee and shortbread as a thank you.

The days passed like this.

Xander and Roland also became friends from master and servant.

Then…

Some Sunday.

Ms. Marilyn came back early.

She came back and told Roland.

Today is a day worth celebrating.

She planned to cook a meal herself for her daughter, and at the same time, she wanted to thank Roland for working seriously and responsibly these days.