The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1178 (Ch.1177) A Busy Life

They were invited to the front carriage, and the conversation continued.

Several people noticed the word 'risk' in Dave Lawrence's words during the conversation.

They naturally wanted to know the risks of the mining town—and it probably wasn't just the locals or the mines themselves.
"That's no ordinary disaster, sir, madam."

The fat businessman was acting mysteriously.

"You're just tourists, so you probably haven't heard of the rumors about the gold mining town..."

He uttered a strange word that was not easy to read.

— "Ildor Sinser".

“Ildor…Sin…Se…?”

Rupert always sounds awkward.

"Because those are not words that 'human' speech can grasp."

Dave began to speak with great enthusiasm.

Locals call the gold mining town "Ildorsinser," a name derived from their 'faith': not a crowned god, not a cult, but rather…

But a dragon.

Dragon.

Legend has it that their ancestors saw a real dragon with wings that blotted out the sky, and received a 'gift' from the dragon—as descendants of the dragon, their faith naturally leaned towards the other side.

Dragon Village, Ildossinse.

It's not one of Cornwall's least known or gold-mining towns.

Ildossus.

When you arrive in the town, you should call it that way to be welcomed.

“Don’t question their faith, Mr. Collins. Although I know you are a staunch believer, a sharp sword, a pure flame—I implore you…” Dave glanced around, lowering his voice, “If you and your friends have any alternative plans, I would even like you to change your route… I know it’s impolite, but sir, it is indeed strange there…”

Change the route? How strange.
This brings us back to the previously mentioned 'risk'.

“They call themselves ‘Dragon Town,’ believe in dragons, and naturally have received tangible ‘benefits’…” Dave said in a low voice.

Roland could see that his attendants and guards behind him were also listening intently.

"The people in this town live such long lives for no apparent reason..."

longevity.

He said that 'longevity' is a 'gift' only for locals, native-born people—it's different for outsiders.

plague.

Or call it…

"Dragon Plague".

Dave Lawrence's expression was complicated: "Of all the outsiders who have been there, eight out of ten stayed... or they went back home and became 'strange and delusional'... Doctors couldn't find anything wrong with them, and holy water was useless... Of course, Mr. Collins, I'm not questioning the greatness of the Father God..."

Rupert secretly rolled his eyes.

Dragon Plague.

longevity.

“Very interesting… what a strange method, Mr. Lawrence?” Theodore tapped the round table: “Like the plague that struck London before—”

“No, no, no! Of course not! Otherwise, I would never dare to go even if invited by a distinguished person!” Dave hurriedly waved his hand, recalling the rat infestation and plague in London, which still haunted him to this day: “It’s not like that, Mr. Thackeray!”

He said that this 'plague' does not harm people, it causes flesh to break and ooze pus or rotten flesh, it does not make people ghostly, nor does it cause them to go crazy or talk nonsense, and it does not even make them feel 'bad' at all—at least for the infected person.

Theodore frowned: "And what's that called, 'plague'?"

“Because that’s how others see it, sir.” Dave was truly in awe of the so-called plague: “Think about it: if you had a friend who went to Nail… to the gold mining town to dig for gold, and after half a month, suddenly wrote to say that he wanted to bring his elderly mother, father, wife, and children to live in town permanently…” Theodore pondered for a moment: “What would be the reason?”

The portly merchant shook his head vigorously: "No reason, sir. That's the most terrifying thing—they give no reason, they just say they have to go. And some of them don't stay in the gold mines for long..."

Some who didn't stay in town came back and became 'strange and eccentric'.

These people spend their days in idleness, leading their wives to a shameful life of idleness, no longer caring about trivial matters, and even replacing their friends with a group of inferior ones.

Perhaps in the blink of an eye, they'll be sailing out to sea to another country.

Hey.

Variety.

It all began with the return from Ildor Sinther.

Shouldn't this be called a 'plague'?

“That’s certainly strange,” Rupert muttered.

“Exactly, miss,” the fat merchant said, looking at Benevento. “You must be very careful. I suggest you change your route and go to the real Cornwall—even a fishing port would be better than this dangerous place rife with plague…”

Unfortunately, Roland could only go there.
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Do you know Ildor Sinser? A wrench.

The flames in sight remained still.

Ever since he got on this bus, Wrench seems to be perpetually asleep.
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What about Dragon Plague?
There were no ups and downs.

“We will go to the mining town, Mr. Lawrence. But you, taking such a great risk…”

Dave shook his head: "You can't make money without taking risks. Besides, I'm fairly certain—before deciding to go to the mining town, I asked a friend to meet with a few people infected with 'Dragon Plague'..."

He defended himself, saying he had been prepared for this.

“I am confident I won’t become like that, sir. As long as I remain vigilant and keep my mission clearly in mind…”

Roland asked curiously, "What is your mission?"

Dave Lawrence tilted his chin up and answered with considerable pride:
“Work! Make money! Sir, that’s the mission I was born to… Oh dear! I almost forgot! There are still two receipts to check… Damn it! Tom! Pull me out of that chair! Hurry! Why didn’t you remind me!”

The servant looked troubled: “Mr. Marcus said that’s not something you should be concerned with. Can’t he check the numbers on a couple of small receipts? Mr. Marcus wants me to give him the receipts… after you return.”

Marcus is Dave Lawrence's assistant.

“I know, I know, I know all of this! But what if he’s not careful and makes a mistake? I’m extremely meticulous, and I’m the first person to take responsibility for the business—get it out of here! You idiot! Ever since I earned my first penny: twenty-five shillings, I’ve done everything myself…put some effort into it!”

Harida couldn't stand it and helped pull the person out of the chair.

The portly businessman wiped his sweat and thanked him.

“I have some things to do… Oh my god! I almost forgot! Tom! You didn’t remind me again! That jewelry store we worked with last time… and the inventory list! Did you bring the inventory list?! Paul! Paul—I told you, and that previous deal… yes! The woman who bought three strands of pearls from us…”

He rambled on and on, apologizing to Rupert, Theodore, and Roland, before being quickly helped out of the carriage by his attendants.

This person was different from the 'rich people' Roland had ever met.

Even if Randolph Taylor was busy enough, it was still about 'talking' business: 'talking' was the most important thing.

He was exhausted from socializing, moving between various parties and people of all kinds.

Unlike this Dave Lawrence.

Roland had just seen that he even personally cleaned the stains on the pocket watch cover—this was no longer simply 'doing things himself'.

"I never knew rich people were so busy..."

Theodore was deeply moved.

Having stayed at the Benevento’s house for several days, he hardly saw the Benevento’s old master or Rupert’s brother, Mr. Greck—presumably they must be just as ‘hard-working’ as Mr. David Lawrence.

“Father and brother wouldn’t be that busy, Mr. Thackeray. Only fools and poor people would exhaust themselves over trivial matters…” Rupert scoffed. “I think he’s enjoying it.”

(End of this chapter)