The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 185 Ch.184 I am my brother
Roland did not return to the pharmacy, but asked the driver to go to the West District.

Maybe he shouldn't help?
Maybe Miss Halida will be lucky enough to meet another person who will help her find a doctor, who is not greedy for a penny, has no bad intentions towards her, and will not deceive her to go somewhere. In a few years, a particularly popular "wonderful thing" without legs or hands will appear in the Noti Golden Lamp.

"Do your clothes have pockets?"

Driving into the West District, Roland suddenly lowered his head and asked.

The dark-haired woman curled up in the carriage was dozing off, and the sudden question almost frightened her to jump up.

She woke up immediately, raised her head quickly, and questioned Roland with her eyes.

"Take it easy. I mean, do you have pockets on your shirt?"

She didn't understand what was going on, so she touched her smock and the thin circus costume underneath.

shook his head.

"You should wear clothes with pockets, Miss Halida."

Under her puzzled look, Roland knocked on the carriage with his finger.

They arrived.

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"My dear Theresa, you must do me a favor this time."

Randolph was not there, and he was received by the head maid.

To be honest, Roland always felt that Theresa's eyes looked at him with some kind of expectation that made it difficult for him to deal with.

She came out with two much younger maids. She bowed respectfully to Roland and asked him gently whether he was in good health recently, whether his work was going well, how his uncle was doing, and whether the business of the pharmacy was as good as usual.

Etc., etc.

After all the pleasantries were over, she raised her chin slightly and glanced at...

A woman taller than her, with her head lowered.

He was trying to use the foot in the clogs to block the other bare foot.

"Who is this——" Theresa hesitated.

As an experienced servant, when the relationship between the distinguished guest and the people he brought with him is unclear, he will never say a word.

She narrowed her eyes, coughed lightly, and reminded the two young maids beside her not to cause trouble for her.

"My friend, Halida."

Roland grinned: "You know my background, I wonder if it is convenient..."

"Background, background, background." Theresa raised her hand in dissatisfaction and gently hit Roland in the air: "If the young master knew that you spoke like this, he would be angry again. Could it be that -"

Could it be that Taylor comes from a good family?

Isn't he just a businessman?

Of course, Roland and Theresa both understood the latter part and could not say anything about it.

"Thank you, ma'am. I always say beautiful people are kind."

Roland smiled and let the young maid take his coat while another led him into the warm living room.

"Sometimes, I don't know whether you are praising me or yourself." Theresa appropriately showed "intimacy" to Roland.

"Praise myself and Randolph. Praise you and Beatrice." Roland said as he walked.

"You should be a businessman. You have pleased four people with just one sentence."

"I wanted to, but ever since I told Randolph, 'When you have money, buy Beatrice beautiful clothes and jewelry, don't invest in any stores, money makes money,' he decided that I was not cut out to be a businessman."

Tereza laughed so hard that she finally had to cover her mouth with her rough hands, like a young girl.

But it can't hide the upturned corners of his mouth and the crooked eyes.

honestly.

Even without Beatrice.

Theresa also liked the young child.

He is sincere, yet somewhat cunning, and is absolutely suitable to be Randolph's friend.

"Then, I'll excuse myself." She bowed again, turned her head, and said kindly to the uneasy Halida: "I'm afraid I have to take up some of your time, Miss."

Halida grabbed the carpet with her toes, and her soft, thick black hair fell down, like a wild beast that was soaked and dyed with black pearls and strayed into an unknown land.

She peeked at Roland on the sofa through the gap in her black hair, watching him pick up the hot tea and lick it quietly.

"Go, Halida, Theresa will help you."

She couldn't understand why she was taken to a strange place by a man just to find the doctor. Now, he wanted her to leave with him...

All of these happened one after another in the middle of the morning.

She was caught off guard and too frightened to resist.

She is a cowardly person. She has regrets, but now she dare not regret them.

"Go ahead, Halida."

Roland thanked Theresa and told the head maid that he hoped she would be more considerate of his "timid" friend's perhaps indecent behavior.

"You shouldn't know that."

"The problem with this woman is as disgusting as your eyes."
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I know.

"If you want to help her, you can at most take her to the territory of Little Cake. Randolph Taylor is a wealthy businessman, and his status is no worse than that of some lower-ranking nobles."
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I know.

"That…"
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I kept my promise to Randolph.

Roland said to himself as he took a sip of the black tea.

The mellow and warm tea emits heat in the mouth, dispelling the cold winter, and then slides into the stomach with warmth.
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Randolph told me this:
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'Treat me as a real friend, Roland. Really, not just in words.'

call.

He put down the teacup and exhaled hot air.
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Cherry Chloe taught me how to courteously and play boring games with boring people.
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But I hate wrenches.
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She wasted a lot of words, but in the end, she only taught me one thing through her death.
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'Do what I want.'
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I am willing to give everything for those I love and who love me.
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So, are some people worth loving?
Flame said nothing.

It can actually feel that with the passage of time and experience, Roland is gradually changing and adjusting his direction, mentality, thoughts, and even soul.

Maybe he didn't even notice it himself.

As he sang, danced, stretched his legs, and waved his arms with joy and freedom...

It has begun to break some ancient "rules" set by people, and will gradually attract strange looks...

Will he care?
"No matter what you do, I support you."
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Besides eating and drinking?

"Give up on this idea."

As they were chatting, a pair of soft little hands came from behind and covered Roland's eyes.

Her feet made quite a noise on the carpet.

Roland pretended to be nervous, straightened his back in an instant, and said in a low voice: "Who?"

The girl behind him said in an unnatural tone: "I'm your brother!"

Roland: ...

To ...

As you are.

"Randolph?"

Someone deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice: "It's me, Roland Roland! I miss you so much!"

Roland raised his lips and said, "Then my dear Randolph, my friend, why don't you come sit down next to me and talk?"

The girl behind him paused, perhaps out of nervousness, and clasped her hands together.

"…At least my eyes can be kept as decoration, Randolph."

"I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"It should be 'I haven't seen you in a long time'."

"Yes! Roland!" She simply let go of her hand, put her arms around Roland's neck from behind, and hugged him tightly.

To be honest, this is not the behavior of a young lady.

Roland felt like he was lying on a pillow that was too high and too soft.

“I wonder if Columbus felt this way.”

"… Beatrice, come down quickly. Theresa will scold you."

"I'm the older brother."

"…Randolph."

"It's different from before!"

Roland was helpless: "...Dear Randolph."

"I've used up all my little cleverness here."

(End of this chapter)