The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 543 Ch.542 What do you think is back?

"I didn't know that finding a maid requires reading such a thrilling story."

When Halida woke up, she heard these words.

She moved her ears like a rabbit familiar with the feeder's voice, recognizing the owner of the voice without opening her eyes...

Mr. Roland Collins! !

Her chaotic confusion seemed to dissipate with just this sentence, and through the mist floating like seaweed, she saw the man who was also looking at her through the mist.

He wiped her forehead, his expression looking helpless.

"I almost got punched by you, Halida. Even if you were asleep, there was always a feeling that you would sneak up and hit me on the back of the head..."

He smiled softly, as if he had just picked up a whimpering puppy from the garbage. He rubbed her rough, dry fur, brought her a bowl of water, chopped meat with half a finger, and watched her eat while whispering. The whisper comforts, saying 'Don't be afraid, you are safe'...

Halida suddenly recalled a scene.

The gentleman who calls himself Jack Black.

Who wouldn’t want to listen to a gentle, loving master?

Halida was a little nervous. Sorrow, pain and joy were intertwined, and the emotions that could not be separated accurately pulled her face in the direction they liked, making her become ferocious and weird.

Any good person who has seen the world and cares about himself should stay away from these ferocious weirdos.

She started screaming uncontrollably, laughing, screaming, laughing, and then burst into tears.

It made her look even weirder.

"Woof!"

She clutched the corners of the quilt and wanted to talk a lot, about what had happened recently, her pain, her suffering, her confused head, and the indistinguishable hallucinations and dreams.

But in the end, they were all twisted together, and they kneaded and kneaded until they made a sound.

Woof.

The more anxious she became, the louder she screamed.

Roland understood her dilemma. He tapped the girl's wrist with his index finger, waited for her to loosen the quilt slightly, then took her hand, turned it over, and opened it.

Press the coin with body temperature into it.

"Look what's coming back."

…………

…

Xander was not interested in knowing what happened to Halida. She can probably guess what this black dog has been through, and thinks she is a bit annoying - the reason is that she is not so 'sincere'.

Xander hoped that Hallida would be pure black, like the servants his mother bought when she was young, the servants and maids who were well-behaved no matter how they were beaten or teased.

These people are stupid enough and strong enough.

In comparison, it is a toy that is not easy to break.

But Halida was different.

She's not that 'purebred', she's a bit like coffee with too much milk... Coupled with the exotic charm brought by those silver eyes, the body with tight and smooth lines, and the clearly visible special appearance caused by the collision of strength and wildness. Beauty——

Xander didn't like such a woman.

It reminded her of the green-eyed curly snitch.

She also murmured in her heart, will the future of tea parties be all women like this?

But the former saint thought again, if the tea party was full of men, then she should be wary of whether Roland had any undue blasphemous interest in some members - this can be regarded as a secret nowadays The 'fad' has started.

She couldn't chase him all day long to smell if his place smelled like feces.

so…

At least not a man.

At least not a woman.

Roland really needs a good dog...a hound that will follow him and protect him when he is not around.

Xander looked at the woman who paid attention to the iron pendant under Roland's guidance. Seeing her clumsily clasping it with her nails, the sadistic flame in her heart rekindled.

Maybe…

That's not a bad thing.

she thought.

But this woman still needs some proper education.

One that is consistent with her status as a servant, and one that can at least protect herself.

Xander held his chin in his hands and was in a daze.

Halida knew nothing about it.

She just listened to Roland's words and guesses, and followed his example and shook the pendant a few times.

Sure enough, I heard the sound of ‘clatter, crash, crash’.

"Forgive me, Halida. I was curious for a moment." Roland looked at the pendant and chuckled: "Maybe there is some secret hidden in it...money, or a story? Of course, you didn't notice it before, just because it is strong-now It’s loose, why not open it and take a look?”

Halida held the pendant in her hands and hesitated: "...Mom left it for me..."

She held the pendant anxiously, wanting to see it but not daring to open it.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Halida, I... I don't know." Roland looked a little surprised, and immediately wiped away the excitement on his face to find out the secret: "Maybe you can find someone to read it to you, when you... are willing. ?”

Halida shook her head.

She panicked and shoved the pendant and the chain to Roland, shrunk to the bedside as if fleeing, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

Only the bridge of the nose and a pair of beautiful eyes are exposed.

She stared at Roland for a moment, then remembered that he had an eye disease.

then.

As if asking for help, he turned to the gray-haired girl watching the show silently.

She always gave Halida a bad feeling.

She was afraid of her.

"Oh, it seems I'm here." Xander stood up with a smile, went to the bedside, pinched the rough pendant from Roland's hand, and pushed open the pitted cover with his thumb.

There was really a piece of 'paper' that had been stacked several times hidden inside.

——In fact, she didn't even need to open the letter.

After all, it was Roland's dictation, and she wrote it on the paper.

If she didn't ask for absolute accuracy, she could repeat it on the spot.

Pets are always more likely to get the love of their owners than people.

Cinder unfurled the letter impatiently, glanced at the shivering dog, his eyes full of irony.

The paper was stained with ink and dirt.

The blue and dark brown competed with each other, and after drying, the old letter became particularly crisp, so that when Halida opened it, she could hear the sound of "crackling".

There were many words on it.

As Cinder read flatly and without emotion, the coin in Halida's palm gradually heated up.

She was too young when she left, and it had been too long. She didn't remember the tone of her mother's speech, her movements, her usual tone, and even the details of her facial expressions - all memories were blurred with time and the dream of the red mist.

But Halida believed that this was indeed what her mother wanted to say to her.

It should also be left by her mother.

Just like her name, which she had from the moment she was born.

It was urged to grow up in the repeated calls, alive, and enduring pain and fear as much as possible.

Different names one after another.

In the end, only ‘Halida’ remained, becoming her brand, a spell of fear - whenever this name sounded, she knew that suffering would knock on the door again and wait for her to beg for mercy.

Halida…

Halida, Halida.

Traveling through countless strange cities and strange mouths, Halida could not imagine that one day someone would read this name soaked in misfortune in the most unexpected tone, as carefully as touching a treasure.

The recitation in Halida's ears gradually faded away until it was inaudible.

It didn't seem to matter.

She stroked the coin that was lost and found in her palm, silently answering Roland Collins' question in her heart.

‘Look what's back. ’

Of course it's hope, Mr. Collins.