The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 64 Ch.64 Lei

Lei is a new servant who recently arrived, and is not very good at taking care of others. As soon as he entered the house, he kicked the girl's scraper and scrubber, making Beatrice cry out in anxiety.

She grabbed Roland's sleeve and pointed her other hand at the young maid. Without waiting anxiously for Roland to speak, she ran over on her feet, grabbed her bottles and jars and held them in her arms.

Lei reluctantly let go and glanced at Roland secretly, as if she knew he couldn't see him.

"Okay, if you don't give it to me, how will I clean it up?"

The maid's voice was soft, but her face was full of impatience.

After Beatrice grabbed the bristle brush, she glared at her fiercely, snatched the brush back, and threw it to the ground.

The oil can was knocked down with a clang.

"Ouch! How could you throw yourself around? Mr. Taylor bought this for you..."

She glanced at Roland, who had the same expression, and spoke softly, but with disgust, she took out a rust-yellow towel and a wooden comb. With her other hand, she grasped Beatrice's curly blond hair and pulled her to her side.

The hair knotted together by the felt made a clicking sound when combed. The maid held the comb and pulled it down hard. The strands of blond hair were pulled from the scalp and tangled in the teeth of the comb.

"pain."

Beatrice screamed in pain.

"I'm not using any strength at all, miss." Lei glanced at Roland again to confirm that he really had a bad eye, then turned back with confidence and raised his right hand as if to hit him.

Beatrice shrank her neck and quickly shut her mouth.

She gritted her teeth and looked at the maid with tearful eyes. She clenched her two colorful hands into fists and held them in front of her neck - that was the necklace Roland had just put on her, a gift to her.

The only sound in the quiet room was the sound of combing hair.

'I also have to wait for a freak to take a bath. ’ As the white flames surged, she muttered in words that only she could hear.

After combing the front, I looked at the large piece of felt at the back of my hair, picked it up, spat on it a few times, and scratched it randomly with the comb.

"Okay! You're beautiful again! Go look in the mirror!"

She patted Beatrice's face twice with a smile. Seeing that the girl stepped back with a look of fear and refused to answer, she lowered her arm and pinched her waist hard.

Beatrice let out a short, sharp cry.

"Go look in the mirror, miss."

She raised her eyebrows, mouthed fiercely, and winked at Beatrice.

The girl timidly turned around, pursed her lips and looked at the mirror, timidly: "It's so, so beautiful..."

"Look what you said, this is what I should do." Lei put away the comb, spat on the towel a few times, wiped the wet towel on her face a few times, and used her fingers to remove the obvious paint lumps. Snap it off with your fingernail. "I'll go down and get you a towel."

"good…"

The lithe maid hummed and used her feet to rub the scattered tools and paint boxes into a pile on the floor, pushed them to the corner, and stopped for a while by the cupboard before leaving.

There is a jewelry box on the counter.

"Sir, do you want me to prepare some tea for you?"

As she spoke, she secretly glanced in the direction of the door.

One finger pushed open the lid of the box with ease, revealing the piles of gold, silver and gemstones inside.

Like a hill.

"I don't need it. Please arrange for a valet to help me later."

Roland stared at a corner of the room without squinting.

"Teresa has gone to prepare, please wait a moment longer..." The maid hummed a brisk tune in her throat, twisting a sapphire brooch inside and holding it up to her eyes, admiring it in the light. "Miss, you are leaving your jewelry everywhere again."

Beatrice moved on her toes, curled up behind Roland, exposed her head and said nothing.

"I have checked and found that you are missing a bracelet and a sapphire brooch." The multi-edge blue gemstones sparkled under the light.

The greed in her eyes also shone.

The maid weighed the brooch, unbuttoned her collar and corset, tucked it in and fastened it again.

"Sir, when you came in, did you—Hey! I'm sorry, I was so rude..."

She seemed to have noticed the problem with Roland's eyes halfway through her words. She slowly arranged her shirt in front of him and apologized to Roland sincerely.

Roland smiled and waved his hands.

"My eyes are really inconvenient, so I can't provide you with clues, Lei."

"Probably left it on the road or in the carriage, you know? The roads are really ruined in some places. Miss, you always leave it here and there, Teresa should be angry again."

She closed the jewelry box, stared at Beatrice from afar, pointed at her mouth, and raised her arms to warn her.

Beatrice grabbed Roland's shoulders and looked away, not daring to look at her.

After finishing her work, the maid puffed up her chest with satisfaction and looked at Roland with a look of pity.

"Please allow me to leave first."

Roland smiled: "Of course."

After she left, she closed the door gently from the outside.

Only then did Beatrice dare to sob softly.

She hiccupped, walked to the corner, arranged the kicked tools one by one, and put them into a small wooden box wrapped in green cloth next to the closet.

Roland knocked on his knees, looking at her like a mountain, and carefully wiped the tools with her skirt and put them away.

In fact, that skirt is much more expensive than the tool.

"Miss Taylor."

Beatrice turned her head abruptly, her blue-purple eyes filled with fear.

She shook her head very vigorously, as if she knew what Roland was asking.

"It doesn't hurt!"

"Tear off that maid's head!"

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I don't have that ability.

"Say she's a cultist!"

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You know how much trouble this will cause for the Taylor family.

"This is a girl with a front butt. Isn't she beautiful?"

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Beautiful, but this is a Randolph family matter.

"Just say she stole something!"

Roland sighed.

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This is Mr. Taylor's family affair.

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I shouldn't have interfered.

Bai Yan paused for a while.

"...Su Yue will not look at it coldly."

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Miss Nina is Miss Nina and I am me.

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Pointing out the faults of the host's maid is not decent and is not the way a guest should behave.

"You really learned a lot of 'good habits' from that Chloe."

Although it was just words, Roland could still see the sarcasm in the words.

He held his face, crossed his legs, and looked at the girl squatting on the ground playing with tools.

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I don't think it's a 'good habit'.

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Just rules.

"Rules for a group of people."

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The same can be said.

Ignoring the strange words in his sight, Roland tilted his head and shouted.

"Miss Taylor."

The girl looked back in confusion.

Roland waved her over.

"Does she do this to you often?"

Beatrice thought for a while, hesitated again and again, but shook her head vigorously, with a cautious look on her face to please: "... Roland, the gift... I really like it..."

"Really, you just like it."

"Look at this poor girl..."

"well."

"This is fate."

"Who asked you to meet a cold-blooded man?"

Roland ignored it.

"You and I are friends, right?"

He looked into Beatrice's blue-violet eyes and asked softly.

The girl smiled and rolled her eyes. She kept stroking the columnar gemstone with her hand. Like a happy little sparrow, she nodded happily: "Beautiful!"

Roland paused for a moment, then suddenly sighed sadly, his voice low and hoarse: "...But I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again."

When Beatrice heard this, she grabbed Roland's sleeves, her eyes filled with doubts and reluctance.

"Roland Roland Roland..."

"Yes, I'm right by your side." Roland glanced at her leg-of-mutton sleeve - there was a light purple bruise behind the pulled-away fabric. "But I think this is also the last time we see each other..."

Beatrice was so anxious that she simply held Roland's hand with both hands, and her cheeks turned red.

"not good…"

Roland pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth drooped: "...But I took your brooch and bracelet, and also touched and hurt your body. I am an immoral friend and an unseemly gentleman."

Beatrice's eyes widened, and her childish voice suddenly became sharp:

"No! Not Roland!"

"I can't prove it." Roland gently withdrew his hand from Beatrice's, spread his hands and teased, "Look, you lost a sapphire brooch as soon as I came as a guest and you were injured."

"Although Randolph and I are friends, he and I should not have our friendship tested due to theft and injury."

"It would be best if I came less often, don't you think?"

"This way, I won't be suspected."

He didn't wait for Beatrice to argue, stood up from the stool, and prepared to open the door and go downstairs.

"I will explain it to Mr. Randolph. Don't worry, Miss Taylor, we may meet again at some salon some day?"

Roland picked up his cane, leaving a shadow behind Beatrice.