The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1167 Ch.1166 Benevento
The journey to Cornwall would take half a day by steam carriage, and Harida had prepared everything her mistress needed for the journey and upon arrival:

She was already a qualified maid, setting aside her identity as a ritual performer, just as Tereza said.

She was skilled, steady, perceptive, and capable of handling everything a personal servant should do. Now, only one thing remained:

Keep your owner company while they rest.

She means…

Another way to 'rest' is to forgive the dark-skinned little female slave. Generally speaking, it is difficult for people to express things they have not experienced, either because they are ashamed or vague. When they finally come back and see them again and again, they openly talk about them at gatherings, which makes them seem like the 'bad guys' who are deliberately making fun of their past selves.

Halida thinks this is normal.

Having been trained by two butlers, she naturally absorbed the strengths of both: Tom's dexterity and ability to anticipate his master's thoughts, and Theresa's thoroughness and other aspects of what a 'female' personal servant should be responsible for.

For example, some unexpected things happened—

Harida was a meticulous girl. When she repeatedly asked about it using the excuse of 'accident' five or six times, Tereza finally frowned.
'If so many unexpected things happen, Harida, my good girl, I suggest you write a letter to the famous doctor in London.'

In short, Harida believed she was 'ready' and just waiting for the trigger to be pulled, the bullet to leave the barrel, and hit the bullseye.

but…

When will it be fired, Mr. Collins?

When will it be possible...

"Phew... Success! Harida, I almost twisted my ankle again..." After Roland 'threw' Rupert to Theodore, he became more aggressive, relying on his ability to move like 'paper,' inevitably venturing into areas rife with gunfire...

As a result, he almost sprained his ankle again the day before his trip.

"Harida?"

The man who landed in front of the maid waved his hand, interrupting the fixed gaze.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Out of the barrel! Out—no, no, no! Sir! No, I mean, I mean, check in your head to make sure everything is ready for you..."

Thanks to her skin color and the favorable weather, the two who arrived later could hardly detect anything unusual about the maid—such as her ruddy complexion…

Can you tell during the day?
“Your servant has sent one hundred Hymans from the house of Benevento.”

Theodore's embrace was clearly much gentler than Roland's; Rupert's hunting attire remained perfectly still until he landed, without any noticeable wrinkles: his hat was perfectly straight, and the small ribbon on his wrist hung down naturally.

The new boot soles set foot on her new London soil for the first time.

This was the first time in Rupert's life... at least since he grew up. The girl couldn't even contain her excitement and stomped her feet a few times.

“I envy your skill in belittling many people with a single sentence.” Roland shrugged and glanced back at the 'castle' shrouded in mist—the Benevento family estate could indeed be called a castle.

"Let's go!"

…………

……

"When will you stop acting like a child and doing whatever you want?"

Side window of the book tower.

The cool moonlight shone on Natalie's plump face. The jagged shadows should have made the scene somewhat eerie and frightening, but no onlooker who saw that gentle smile would give it even the slightest negative evaluation—human emotions are universal.

They knew exactly when they would show that expression.

Like the woman by the window.

Natalie deftly held up the long pipe, wisps of smoke escaping from the corners of her bright red lips.

Exaggerated, unconventional colors.

Only those despicable people who specialize in seducing others would paint like that.

Grek stood behind his sister, his gaze impatiently passing over her pipe, meeting, like Natalie's, the eyes of the man who suddenly turned around not far away. His golden eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

"Do whatever you want? Just 'me'?" Natalie didn't turn around, throwing her sarcasm back at him.

Greck's face was expressionless.

"Letting the Benevento family's 'stain' leave London...you have no idea what trouble she'll cause out there. Natalie, then neither Father nor I will be able to show our faces in public..."

A snicker accompanied a wisp of smoke that was flattened by the back of the tongue.

After glancing one last time at the departing figures of the four, Natalie turned around and looked at her brother.

Grec Benevento.

A man who rarely smiles.

Like stagnant water.

His face was the same every day, every year, every season, as if nothing in the world could make him smile. Natalie even suspected that the doctors couldn't make him cry no matter what they did when he came out of his mother's womb.

No wonder the Benevento family members all have big butts.

Starting with Greck, the doctor's techniques became increasingly refined.

"'I' indulged her? Just 'me'?" Natalie glanced at her brother's butt with a smile—unfortunately, her gaze couldn't turn away.

Greck frowned slightly.

she was.

He didn't like Natalie using "she" to refer to Rupert.

He should be a boy; soon he'll be a man.

"Roland Collins is a good friend. I think Lulu might do better if she spends more time with him..."

“A better place?” Grek repeated casually.

“For example, to fully acknowledge and respect the choices of the soul,” Natalie smacked her lips, her chubby cheeks jiggling. “I really like Roland Collins, it’s a pity he has so many wonderful girls around him… otherwise…”

“Otherwise, how dare a vile and shameless whore aspire to be an executor of the court?” Grek’s eyes were icy. “The Benevento family has long since turned away from you, Natalie. Father has also said that you are not allowed to return unless there is a major incident…”

Natalie gave a half-smile: "I rushed back because I received a letter. Guess who wrote it?"

Grek met his sister's gaze directly, without flinching.

With so many servants in the house, how can you not find a few who can write?
"In short, Collins is a good person. I also suggest that you and your father respect her own choice—if you still consider her your brother, and your father still considers her his son…"

Natalie raised her pipe and tapped it lightly against the corner of the wall, her eyes suddenly sharp as she lowered her gaze.

"The Benevento family doesn't need another 'Greek-style' man... What's wrong, Benevento? Do we really need one 'tough guy' after another to prove to the world Benevento's reproductive ability?"

Greck remained silent for a long time.

He gazed at the now empty streets, the quiet midnight, and could almost hear Rupert's angry shouts.

“You arbitrarily mobilized the Benevento family's guardians, causing Rupert Benevento…” Greck nodded slightly to her, then turned and left. “I can only try to buy some time, delaying the departure of the ritualists pursuing him…”

Natalie rubbed her chubby face, feeling utterly helpless towards her family.

Both my father and brother were like that.

“If you and Father don’t allow it, how can I… forget it.”

Natalie didn't want to waste her breath arguing with him.

The waiters in the red-light district are so gentle and charming; every word they say touches my heart...

You can go to other places too.

(End of this chapter)