The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 506 Ch.505 But not you

Sally Hines was not a sweet girl.

Her bookshelf is filled with excellent literature that allows her to see the real world.

For example: "The Princess and the Donkey Rider", "The Diary of a Wanderer's Daughter", "The Nightingale's Red Scarf", "The Farm, the Gem and the Lightning Horse".

In her opinion, these books are more "literary" than the "literature" described by the newspaper critics who argue and insult each other all day long - that literature is different from the literature on her bookshelf. What's the difference?

No one sees the former.

Many people watched the latter, but no one dared to talk about it in public.

That's why she disdains those people.

He is obviously shameless, but he hypocritically claims that he is morally noble.

‘He held her in his arms and rode on horseback, his body jolted and his soul jolted. They broke into passing houses, drank from their jars, and found bread from their wooden hoods. He and she are like a pair of long-lived butterflies in the world. They will be wandering around like this when they are a hundred years old, and they will never tire of it. ’

Sally Hines held the light pink book and read it. The fingertips slid across the smooth, expensive paper, sliding over patterns that could not be displayed in public - the painter's exquisite skills vividly displayed some details to the young lady who was thirsty for knowledge.

‘If you are a young master, you don’t need to. They naturally know how to find holes. ’

Sally thought about it, and she burst out laughing.

Snap.

A stone hit her window frame.

Sally Hines's eyes lit up, she immediately dropped the book and pushed open the window.

Outside the house built against the wall, a young man was waving to him and gesticulating something.

‘Come down! ’

he said.

This is Sally's secret code for her lover.

‘Wait. ’

Sally gestured.

Picking up her skirt, she tiptoed to the door and listened for half a minute.

Quietly lock the door.

From the wooden box under the bed, I found a roll of ladder that I bought from nowhere: one end was stuck on the pipe, and the other end was thrown from the window.

There is no way to control a 'habitual offender' on the second floor.

She quickly escaped, followed the ladder to the wall between the second floor and the first floor, grinned, and jumped down.

Falling into the man's arms.

She didn't hurry down, hugged the visitor's neck while hugging him horizontally, and gave him a passionate kiss.

"We agreed yesterday!"

"...I have something to do." The man hesitated and put Sally down, "I'm a little busy."

"What's the matter with you?"

"...little things."

Sally was dissatisfied, frowned and wanted to say something, but then remembered that this was in front of her home.

She took the man's hand and went to the other side.

"My father is crazy. He says I caused him to lose his career...a lunatic who couldn't keep up with the times. I didn't do anything, and Hans, you judge, this whole thing is-"

the woman chirped.

The man wearing the gray fedora hat was distracted.

He walked with his lover for a while, then took her hand and led her to another road.

"Where are we going?"

"...Meet my friends."

"Oh, I mean, where are we going to play today? Horse racing? Or boxing? Is there anything new in the circus?" Sally said, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, your friend, Hans."

"What?"

"I mean, since we are all good friends, how about you do me a favor?"

She raised her head and said: "Someone has offended me. Just like you want a debt, give her a good beating for me."

Hans said nothing.

Just keep your head down and rush on your way. "Slow down, I can't walk so fast!" Sally became increasingly dissatisfied: "What happened to you today?"

Hans shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "...who do you want to beat?"

"It was supposed to be Taylor. The sharp-faced man. But..." Sally rolled her eyes.

Fortunately, she was not completely stupid and knew that she could not instigate a gang of thugs to attack Randolph Taylor - something that these boys would never dare to do if they were not stupid.

"But I think there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Let me relieve myself first."

She spoke a name: "Lillian."

Hans glanced at her for no reason and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I know that you rarely attack women - but it's not completely unheard of. Didn't you pack up two girls last month?"

Sally is bossy, like the princess in "The Princess and the Rider," and she is better than the princess in that story—so she can have one Rider, five, or ten.

She hasn't thought about it yet.

"The girl seems to be called Lillian Rose. Her surname is Rose, or something else. It doesn't matter. Send someone to find out. The Gold Tooth Gang has great powers - isn't it?" She hugged the man's arm and said, Put yourself into his arms.

"That woman is a sharp-faced mistress, and she's also a loser..."

As Sally chattered, she didn't notice that her lover's face was getting grayer - this 'street hero' who dared to knock out people's teeth with a wrench, smash their finger bones with a hammer, and even dig nails into their flesh. For once, pure anxiety and fear were revealed.

The woman's words made him quicken his pace.

Walk through the narrow alley and reach the carriage that has been waiting for a long time.

"It looks like we're going to the circus today." Sally knew as soon as she saw the carriage that he was going to take her far away.

She likes going to circuses and being lively.

Sally smiled, opened her arms, and praised: "A kiss as a reward? How about it?"

Hans was in no mood to flirt with her.

He opened the door and sent the person up.

The driver was like a mute, only in charge of the direction, and his sitting posture was different from that of ordinary drivers.

Sally thought that the Gold Tooth Gang had sent him a knight specifically for her, and was quite proud of it: "You can take care of more things, right?"

She whispered to him.

"More people? Or casinos? Shops?"

In the carriage in late winter.

Hans wiped the sweat from his nose and face with his sleeves and forced a smile: "Maybe better, maybe worse."

Sally was puzzled: "What?"

"There are dedicated drivers and carriages, how can it be worse... Oh, this carriage is shared, right?" She looked around the carriage, rubbing her soft soles on the blanket, and became more and more certain: "This carriage must be shared... You won't... steal it today?"

This is even more exciting.

Sally moved her butt.

There is no place in the carriage that is not luxurious.

The hand-woven blanket that should have been used as a shawl was thickened and laid on the carriage board, allowing anyone to use it as a foot pad; the seats were soft and felt like high-quality leather; the carriage had the best insulation she had ever seen - there was even a small bookshelf inside, next to a glass and light green wine cabinet, and an empty low-legged long cabinet that had not been put in.

"Do you know what that is?"

Sally pointed to the empty low-legged cabinet and asked her lover.

Then, without waiting for his answer, she showed off her knowledge: "A cigar cabinet. It is specially used to store cigars. There is a small trick inside - but the owner of this carriage has not had time to put it in. Otherwise, we could secretly try one..."

The carriage drove into a small manor.

When Sally found out, she could no longer go anywhere.

"... Get off the car, Sally."

Looking at the panicked woman, Hans wanted to tell her that there was actually no donkey knight in the world...

Although there was a princess.

But it was not her.