The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 91 Ch.90 Rough Friendship

"With all due respect, madam, nobles probably don't want to provoke the Tribunal unless necessary." Roland replied.

Passetti laughed without thinking.

"It's not the Inquisition, it's you, it's you, Mr. Collins."

"Sir, of course, will not be angry with the Inquisition. We cannot offend the Church. But a...little executive?" Kate Pacetti taunted, emphasizing the word 'little': "As you said, The Inquisition will probably not go against a small executive and a large number of nobles."

Roland put down the tea cup: "'A big bunch'?"

"You see, if he was really a well-educated nobleman, he would never say such crude words." Roland's voice was very soft: "'A big string?' If you hadn't said 'a big string' to me, I won't talk to you about your 'little secrets' either."

"You punched first."

"Madam, you and I come from the same background, and you should know our rules."

The woman didn't seem to want to talk to Roland about her unbearable past, and looked directly at him: "What do you want?"

"Tell her: I want a life in full bloom."

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You just talk nonsense all day long.

The heavy breathing turned into torrent-like waves, lingering on the woman's anxious face.

She looked at the little crow who had a normal expression. After the other person said "nothing", her voice became sharper: "Lie!"

"This is a lie!"

Roland rubbed the smooth cane and suddenly remembered something that happened in his childhood.

At that time, he was not the only one in the workhouse who knew what the trustees were doing by bringing those beautiful boys and girls to the office.

He remembered it was winter.

There was a girl who passed by a certain corridor or a certain door on a forbidden night, and seemed to witness a certain 'process' that was not allowed to be seen - he also later heard Yam mention it in a vague way:

The girl treated this vague half-story as a conversation piece of friendship and a secret, and told her best friend.

Another smarter, older girl.

That night, she and her friend were taken to the office for questioning.

Roland still remembered that during that time, the treatment of the older ones was much better.

According to Yam and some of the children, she got a good job and was transferred to a room with a stove to sleep in the freezing weather. She lived with adult women and had people sewing clothes for her.

Not only did she accept it all, she was also proud of it.

As for the girl...

Yam said she was a good girl, honest, sincere and serious.

Several times, Roland saw Director Abner come over early just to tell her a good job: when she reaches her age, any work she does must be arranged by the directors.

But it seems that she gave up two jobs to them because of her friends.

A loyal friend.

Yam also secretly told Roland that her female coworker had seen a director forcefully force a gold pound into the girl's hand.

But she refused at the time.

It is said that he was so frightened that he even cried out of fear and kept asking the director, "What did I do wrong?"

Who has ever seen so much money?

Later, Roland didn't hear much from her.

At the end of winter, while she was working, she was hit on the forehead by a stone that fell from a tree, and her whole face was deflated.

When it was discovered, the man and the mud had already been frozen together.

The bone gatherer asked for a few more copper coins for this purpose.

From that day on, Yam told Roland seriously: Don't be curious, and don't talk to anyone about the directors - and stay away from people who talk about these things, the further away the better. Both children and adults.

As for that shrewd girl, Roland never saw her after he grew up.

Many people know her whereabouts. She was taken as an apprentice by an oil lamp maker. It is said that she accidentally took some unclean medicine two years later. She had no major health problems, but she became mute.

You are living well now, maybe you are married?

The young Roland was curious about the difference between the two people's situations, but found nothing.

When he grew up and understood better, he and Yam discussed it privately several times.

However, Yam didn't like Roland's opinion.

According to her words: 'Although a down-to-earth life is hard and requires patience, it is better than dancing on the tip of a knife. ’

Dancing on the tip of a knife was a word Roland had never heard of before.

A fascinating image.

"Mr. Collins?"

Pasetti stared at the lost young man and called him softly.

"I want fifty pounds."

Roland didn't like the girl who was frozen in the mud, and he did think she was stupid enough.

The woman was stunned: "Sorry?"

"Let me tell you," Roland gently lifted his cane and leaned on the carpet: "I need fifty pounds, madam. You don't know that to shut up a person, you have to find a way to fill his mouth with something."

Kate Pacetti's face became much better.

The straight lip line that had never relaxed began to tilt upward. She relaxed.

Looking at Roland's eyes, it was like looking at another self.

"You have a good appetite... 'fill his mouth,' by the way, I like that phrase."

"I have indeed gained a little weight recently?" Roland touched his face, but did not hear the color of the woman's words: "What do you think of my proposal?"

Pasetti didn't say anything else, got up and headed towards the cabinet.

About ten minutes.

A hard card about the size of a palm was placed in front of Roland.

There are words embossed on it.

There is a date and a money count.

This is a certificate of deposit.

"Bearer certificate of deposit from Paloyemed Bank." Passetti emphasized the name of the bank, fearing that Roland would not understand this famous place.

She tapped the deposit slip with her fingernails, and the tapping sound passed through the back of the paper, and the table made a clicking sound: "There is one hundred pounds in it, and you can withdraw it anywhere there is a Paloye Mede - I don't dare to cheat. an executive.”

"Now, are you satisfied, Mr. Collins?"

Roland raised his hand forward, only to find that the other party was holding the deposit receipt firmly with two fingers.

"Is a hundred pounds enough?"

Kate Pacetti's expression suddenly became strange, and she spoke softly, "It's just a year and a half's salary for a better-off senior clerk, or... my husband's income for half a month, or even a week."

Roland was surprised: "You actually have a husband."

"You have a poisonous mouth, Roland."

"You know what I mean. It's hard for a woman to make friends with the big guys in the church or other industries... I mean business, sir."

The woman didn't take it seriously. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears, straightened her chest out, showing off her exquisite curves, and added: "Especially for someone like me..."

Roland shook his head: "I'm not a big shot."

Kate Pacetti didn't give up: "You're acting like one."

"Ma'am, what do you want me to do?"

The woman spread her hands apart, propped herself up on the table, and leaned towards Roland - it was obvious that this oppressive and gender-defining action was by no means self-taught.

She must have learned it from someone.

Still decent.

"Friendship," she said harshly, deliberately lowering her voice: "I want your friendship. You should know that my 'little secret' is not worth so much money."

This sentence is also very similar to what I learned.

Roland asked back: "I hold your secret, will there still be friendship between us?"

She didn't wait for Roland to finish speaking, and moved forward almost lying on the table.

She grabbed one of Roland's hands, pulled him towards her, and exhaled hot breath from the gap between her lips: "It's not just about holding secrets, sir. You can also hold something else if you want..."

Roland:?

Pasetti adjusted her long skirt and Shi Shiran sat back.

"Philip Chandson owns more than a dozen cargo ships. You don't know what it means to go to sea these days, do you?"

Pasetti's cheeks were red and he smiled brightly, "It is absolutely a great thing for you to make friends with me. I have the ability to help you, support you financially, and speak for you in terms of connections - even if you want I can find any rare thing for you.”

"Aside from my bad gender...but I also have a pretty good reputation in West Manlis."

Roland was silent.

"Promise her, Roland."

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wrench?

"Promise her."

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What do you think she would ask me to do?

"This woman is a smart person, listen to me, I have Su Yue's wisdom...what the hell."

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I'm more curious about what 'that' is.

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There's a secret between us, Wrench.

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How sad.

"You just blocked me for a few seconds, and now you say there is a secret between us?"

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Mrs. Passetti suddenly leaned over...

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I'm worried she's scaring you.

"You, best, are."

Roland's silence meant rejection in Pasetti's eyes.

Just like many men she has met in recent years.

She was increasingly disappointed.

Also getting more and more angry.

"You also think that I am a woman, so I am not worthy to talk to you about these 'career' matters? It's really ridiculous that I still think that you are different - then, shouldn't you also collect this hundred pounds and leave? my room?"