The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1120 Ch.1119 If
Speaking of Lord Spencer, Roland's recent mission is indeed related to him—after Fernandez's long-term illness, the squad was led by Roland Collins.

He, and Shandel Kratofer. Enid had asked Roland if he wanted to select a few more capable men from the court as another gift for her.

Roland believed Enid's words.

No one would refuse the judge's orders.

But this was opposed by Shandel – firstly, because of the cult's identity as a member of the tea party, and secondly, because she didn't want any more strangers in the group.

Roland originally wanted York Jr., thinking it would be interesting to have a talkative boy in the team…

Sender still didn't quite agree.

Roland had no choice but to give up (he didn't want York to be 'accidentally' injured or killed in several missions after joining).
“I can understand the Savi Brotherhood’s thinking, but I don’t approve of their methods. If I had children, I would never let them associate with these people.”

Petticoat Harbour.

Accompanying them today, besides Sandel and Harida, was Rose, who was finally 'liberated'—ever since she and James Shelley became true 'father and daughter,' the old man had acted out of character, no longer demanding of Rose any aristocratic lady standards, but instead letting her run wild wherever she wanted…

(In reality, the Shelley family background would not have made them nobles unless Rose was lucky enough to marry someone.)

This greatly intrigued Roland.

Sender wasn't surprised at all.

—Given old Shelley's wisdom, when he truly considered Lillian Rose Van Sittard Shelley as family, and had ample time to understand Roland Collins and what had transpired between them…

In short, he no longer tries to stop the relationship.

(But Roland was still not allowed to visit Miss Shelley's residence late at night.)
(The kind of visit that involves circumventing the Great Firewall.)
“How ‘brave,’ Shelley. If it were me, I would probably find it difficult to propose to the man next to me in public—clearly, your etiquette teacher hasn’t been here long enough.”

Harida was already used to the verbal battles between Sindel and Rose.

These two always disliked each other.

"Who did I woo?" Rose asked her sideways.

Sender exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't it Roland?"

"Are you kidding me? I was just saying, what the Savi Brotherhood has done..."

“Then I must apologize to you, Miss Shelley. For my misunderstanding—that there was only the purest friendship between you, wasn’t there?”

Rose gritted her teeth.

But more than anything, I was observing Roland's expression.

“Miss Shelley loves you.” Harida, who was lagging behind, followed her master with small steps, and in doing so, she shooed away the suspicious, reckless people who came close to him—unfortunately, they were blind.

As long as he has his own companion, the master doesn't need to carry a single penny.

"Of course I love her too."

Roland tapped his walking stick and casually answered his little maid.

Harida blinked her beautiful silver eyes, seemingly a little anxious: "...I, I mean, sir, Miss Rose...Miss Shelley, she, she is, she is that kind of...that kind of husband..."

"Which one?" Roland smiled. "Haven't we already entrusted our lives and futures to each other?"

Halida pursed her lips.

Can…

but.

What about Enid Jupiter?
She had smelled women's perfume on the gentleman's clothes more than once—who else could it be but Miss Sandel and Miss Rose?

She could only be that aloof, arrogant judge, a middle-aged woman who was too old to even prepare her own coffin.

She had smelled it more than once. That old, conservative scent.

If it's just an outer coat, then that's fine.

Shirts are also available.

If it's just a shirt, then forget it.

There are also some further inside.

If there are more inside, then forget it.

It was also on the gentleman's body and skin. As a maid who had been educated by both the Taylor and Shelley families' butlers, she believed she knew much that Roland Collins did not—a wealth of colorful 'good knowledge'.

Something must have happened between him and Enid Juilliard.

She had also smelled strange odors in Roland's clothes that were not sweat, nor were they the usual odors emanating from his body...

—As Mr. Kingsley said:

The evidence collection process does not necessarily have to be legal and reasonable, as long as the evidence is sufficiently authentic and reliable.

Her 'evidence gathering process' was...

It is neither legal nor reasonable.

However, the evidence is conclusive.

Honestly, who wouldn't smell it? She didn't think she had done anything wrong. It's just that unlike her, Cinderella and Rose didn't have this heaven-sent opportunity to stay by the master's side.

They have no idea how happy they are.

"I...I think, I think, sir, I..." Harida stammered, and when Roland turned to face her, her words became even more incoherent: "I...I'm just a person, I personally believe..."

"You can speak freely... Harida?"

“Yes, yes, sir, I think…Miss Shelley is…is…is a good wife, and will be a good wife…”

Roland raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t guarantee that, Halida. But I can guarantee you’ll be a good maid… a good housekeeper.”

At least the things that Theresa had privately warned him about 'possible' never happened to Harida—for example, that if someone is suddenly given too much power, she will become arrogant, greedy, lazy, and selfish.

They had their own little ideas and thoughts.

Theresa had reminded Roland that he could give Harida, his little maid, some preferential treatment—but he should always be wary of her behavior towards the other servants, her private actions, and whether she was secretly doing something foolish behind Roland's back that would damage his reputation.

For those few coins.

Roland did not believe that Halida would be as Teresa described.

every day.

Every day, his clothes, shoes, socks, and even other innerwear—as soon as he takes them off and they are out of sight for half a minute—immediately 'disappear into thin air'.

I doubt even the Taylor family's servants could do that...

of course.

Even if Harida turned into the way Teresa described, Roland would still be happy to let her have fun and spend money. He had already opened his bank account to Harida, but this quail-like girl always checked it cautiously every day, yet never spent a single penny.

Roland had to buy it for her personally.

The master personally went to the shop to buy clothes for his servants—especially the maids.

This did cause Roland a little trouble...

Later he got used to it.

"Everyone has their little hobbies, sir. Some people even like wide-mouthed ink bottles."

That's because of habit.

He'd had a headache before.

"So, that Lord Screwdriver did something bad?" Rose craned her neck, her little head darting around as she weaved through the fabrics and hawkers' cries—she hadn't had any freedom of movement in a long time.

“It’s Lord Spencer,” Roland shrugged. “Not him, Rose, but some small faction under the Savi Brotherhood that he supports…”

The court received a tip that someone was selling things they shouldn't be selling in Petticoat Harbour.

for example.

People who have contracted the plague.

The girl who contracted the plague.

Springtime for a girl who contracted the plague and had not yet crossed the legal age of eleven.

(End of this chapter)