The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 80 Ch.80 Mrs. Pasetti who repays her kindness?

"I'm thinking about what kind of life it would be like if you were sold to the Noti Golden Lantern before you got me..."

"Maybe there's another wonderful story."

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What?

As Roland stepped up the stairs, this sentence suddenly popped out of his sight without any beginning or end.

"I mean, will you use 'me' to move around under those women..."

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Not to mention your obscene words.

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'Use me' means...

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I think you are useful.

The words irritated the words dancing in my head.

"Why am I useless!"

"You can't see this world without me!!"

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That was given to me by Miss Nina...

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Oh, sorry, I didn't say you were a bonus...

"I'm going to break up with you for one day."

"Bye now."

The white text disappeared from Roland's sight like a breath of flame.

He stamped his feet.

Waves surge.

"My temper is becoming more and more like Miss Nina's..." He muttered and walked up.

After getting Roland's repeated 'promise' that there would never be any absurd and embarrassing situation this time, Mrs. Paseti reluctantly agreed to go to the living room on the first floor.

But even if she agreed, the hostess was still full of complaints.

"The servants were frightened, and some secretly asked if they could go home - they were fine until you and your friends arrived."

"It's not that I have any objection, Mr. Collins, your behavior is too rough. Not every decent family can stand it..."

"You should think about it carefully, we are not those shabby people who can drink and drink around."

After learning that Fernandez was preparing to take action, the hostess became more talkative.

Roland kept smiling and followed closely with his walking stick.

"What you say, I will convey to the church."

"It doesn't have to be so formal." Pasetti sighed sadly, gently shook off her long skirt a few times, and looked at Roland:

"I am a worthless woman, making a worthless suggestion. Not only for myself, but also for those gentlemen and ladies."

"If you and your colleagues can improve the way you conduct yourself, become friendly and disciplined, and not pry into private matters, I think you will be the perfect executive..."

The hostess paused for a moment and hesitated: "You won't be angry if I raise these opinions, right?"

Roland smiled so much that he narrowed his eyes, and his thick and curled eyelashes flew sideways on his amber eyes. When he looked at people, he was as comfortable and gentle as the sunset shining on the gulls on the sea.

"We have disturbed your life, how can we still be angry with you?"

Roland whispered softly, and Pasetti and the middle-aged maid beside her showed satisfied expressions.

She lowered her head and fiddled with her skirt and the ruby ​​bracelet on her wrist a few times, as if saying to herself: "I have nothing to do with alien species. What do you and your captain plan to write in the report?"

Roland's smile remained unchanged and he looked at her affectionately until the other party reacted——

He is blind.

"...Father of all things! I was so rude and said such words to a gentleman with bad eyesight!" Kate Pacetti's voice suddenly increased, and after screaming a few times, she then manipulated with a sad look on her face. The voice makes it hit rock bottom.

She pitied Roland like a cat that had been blinded by a naughty child.

"It's really hard for you..."

"May the Father of All bless you..."

Roland responded with a smile, and then heard her say:

"Just like my mother. I once had the same difficult and painful life as you..."

Mrs. Kate Pacetti's mother died of pulmonary edema.

After that, she joined a local song and dance troupe and was selected by the baron in a certain performance.

This is information both Roland and Xander know.

Kate Passetti glanced out the window and ordered the servants to lock the door and build a bigger fire—and even draw the curtains.

She told the two young people about her past, some unknown secrets that were not mentioned in the message.

“…My mother was a poor, hard-working person.”

"It would be nice if she lived a few more years."

Marissa did not live to see her daughter's glorious day.

She died in a cold, low brick house next to a gutter.

Mrs. Passetti couldn't hold back her tears when she mentioned her mother.

She took the handkerchief handed to her by the maid, picked up a corner and dabbed it lightly under her eyes a few times. Her nose felt swollen, "...At that time, all the family's money was used to treat my mother's illness. Those damn barbers fooled me! They said let's do it." I dried the dried sand for a few days, mixed it with some cow blood and gave it to my mother——"

"And the cost of my dance lessons!"

"It's all used to buy their unclear medicine lists and bottles and cans..."

Mrs. Pasetti talked about those difficult years in detail, and the people and scenes that had not faded like canvases were still vivid in her mind.

Xander listened with rapt attention, and a trace of sympathy for the master of the story appeared on his face unconsciously.

This lady is really having a hard time.

"...It's nothing. Everyone in the slums lives this way, and I didn't feel that it was harder than anyone else at the time."

Mrs. Pasetti disagreed and shook her head, "It's just that looking back now...at that time, I, I...had no other choice at all."

“If it weren’t for Chandler, I wouldn’t even be able to pay for dance lessons.”

"That gentleman sponsored me so that I could shine on the stage..."

"He helped me give my mother a decent funeral, which gave me peace of mind all these years..."

Xander asked softly: "You turned out to be funded by Mr. Chandson?"

Becoming a mistress out of gratitude and becoming a mistress out of greed for wealth are two completely different reputations.

For most people from the lower class, the relationship between the woman who pastes cardboard boxes and the man who sells eggs next door is worth chewing over and over again in the neighborhood, discussing the details and talking about it with relish.

As for those classes that are as unattainable and as distant as fairy tales, most of them just listen to them for fun. Once they pass their ears, they only dare to say a few words, "Those arms and legs must be whiter and softer than others."

It was a vision of awe and disgust.

Xander Kratofer knew that she had probably found the reason why Mrs. Kate Passetti had a good reputation in the local area.

It stands to reason that, with her status, wanting to get close to the Baron must require extraordinary opportunities and unremitting efforts - it sounds ridiculous, but it is the truth. Without substantial wealth, prominent status, extraordinary means and mind...

It's not easy to crawl into the Baron's bed as Kate Pacetti, but it's not easy to have all this.

No matter what, being a public mistress is not a good reputation.

Unless it's like she said.

It's repaying a favor.

That's different.

No wonder Zander frequently saw the kind words left by the writer in the information given by Fernandez.

He was almost praising the lady in terms of praising a man - leaving aside whether there was any fiction in the information, as far as that report was concerned, Mrs. Kate Passetti's local reputation could indeed be said to be positive.