The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 575 Ch.574 What's Your Business

Roland told Rose a lot about Halida's past - like Cinder, she didn't care too much about the so-called 'suffering'.

Cinder was born like this, while Rose's came from her own past.

For her, the sufferings that most people encounter are not suffering.

She gave this 'slave girl' some insignificant help that the other party considered as 'rewards'. In addition to Roland's face, our clever Miss Thief also had her own little calculations in her mind - who is closest to the master?

If your answer is 'wife', you are wrong.

Not wife, not lover, even children, friends, business partners.

The person who is closest to the master and knows most secrets is actually the servant.

A close maid, or a male servant, and a butler.

When Roland told her that he planned to train Halida to be his housekeeper, Rose had to use her brain - being good friends with Halida meant having an extra "little spy" who could gather intelligence for her and even speak well of her.

Although she didn't expect Halida to really "betray" Roland, such a role would always be very useful at critical moments...

She didn't learn the knowledge in vain, right?

The teacher in the Shelley family really taught everything.

But apart from her thoughts about Halida, Rose was not surprised by Roland's behavior.

Although she didn't like to say it, to some extent, she was indeed the same type of person as Cinder:

A thief who could mercilessly steal the last copper coin of a poor man and watch him starve to death at home, a saint who could smile and clap her hands and persuade her hungry son to eat his mother.

They maintained a relatively safe distance from this era and the world, ignoring its vast and heavy scars.

Roland was different.

In Rose's opinion, Roland was a little too sharp and sensitive.

He could feel the trembling under every skin, the pain in the flesh and blood, the swaying of their soul fire, and the roar of the wind of pain better than anyone else - he seemed to be able to experience their suffering, and actually feel the struggle of every fate, and hear the splashes and wails during the struggle.

This extremely absurd power sometimes made Rose feel a little scared, fearing that Roland would become a truly compassionate "saint" one day, holding high the sacred fire and saying "dedicating to the father of all things" -

However, when she tested Roland and said that she had found him a few maids with tragic life experiences but absolutely beautiful and plump, and Roland's answer was "Let me see how beautiful they are", she was relieved for the time being.

There were absolutely no beautiful maids.

Rose was just worried about Roland, worried that this power would make Roland no longer "Roland".

"Are you afraid that I will donate 100,000 pounds to the poor one day?"

"Will you do that?"

"Of course not." Roland laughed: "I was born in a workhouse, Rose. If I were, the day I stood firm in the court of justice, I should start donating money to the local workhouse in London - maybe adopt a few orphans with poor backgrounds, attend some activities from time to time, and call on the public to focus on those poor children instead of the deformed foot of a famous opera actress."

Rose sat on the sofa, took the hot tea handed by Halida, and motioned her to find a seat.

"So, can I ask why?"

"What 'why'?"

"Why not do this," Rose was also very curious: "You come from the workhouse. If you become successful and donate money to charity, the newspaper will definitely write about it in big caps. My teacher told me that this is a common technique. It is simple and easy to do, but there will be trouble if it is not handled well afterwards."

Roland asked back: "You come from a brothel, why don't you donate money to the brothel?"

Rose glanced at him: "Is that a good place?"

Roland: "What is a good place for the workhouse?"

"...But if you donate money, maybe you can really help those children?"

"If you donate money, maybe you can really help the prostitutes?"

Roland imitated her words.

Rose was a little dissatisfied: "But the children in the workhouse are good...right?"

Roland chuckled: "Aren't prostitutes good? They do this because they like this business?"

Rose was silent.

She had never thought about such a complicated question.

No.

It should be said that it is too complicated.

If this problem is further investigated, it will spread like a spider web to the entire society, even politics, country, era... the world.

Rose felt her little head was burning.

Roland saw the "sorrow" of his little thief and teased: "Why, are we going from "how to save the children in the workhouse" to "how to become the queen of this country"? "

Rose ruffled her curly hair and a hint of irritability appeared on her face: "Forget it, I'm satisfied as long as the people around me live well."

"Obviously, I think so too, Rose," Roland waved his hand, as if to fan away the complicated residues in the air that disturbed his thoughts: "Isn't the "Tea Party" established for this? If you and Cinder propose "saving someone's father" one day, or "saving all the children in London"——"

"Rose, for me, there is no difference between the two——even if the starting point is different. "

"My dear ones, my lovers, my friends, my brothers, my flesh and blood. We dance together, whether it's a nail on the stage or Victoria's neck that needs to be broken - for a cult, that's literally... There’s no difference, right?”

Rose pursed her lips, glanced at him and muttered: "...Who is your lover?"

Roland didn't speak, he just held his chin and looked with his eyes.

Halida on the side:?

The focus of the topic is not ‘lover’, right?

but.

Cult…

A cult that can wring the queen's head off for each other?

That's really...

It’s really…

The little maid's eyes were full of yearning.

Her Mr. Collins was indeed a special man.

He saved her and got her brother back.

If I…

It would be great if I could help him.

Become one of them and serve him every day: waiting by his side when he takes a bath, waiting by his side when he sleeps, waiting by his side when he is lingering - she is always by his side, whenever he needs...

So, can I be considered a ‘cultist’?

right.

She had become a Ritualist and was 'supposed' to be able to help Mr. Collins...

Halida.

You already have a brother, you have a future, you have a better life.

You have everything you need.

Now, will you respond with trembling hands and eternal fear?

This is so heartless.

You have to clench your fists, like Mr. Collins said.

Hold onto that coin that symbolizes hope...

Then.

Give the person who caused you pain a solid left hook!

Halida became more and more excited as she thought about it, her face flushed (although she couldn't see it clearly), she suddenly stood up from her seat, and regardless of the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere in the room, she raised her left arm high!

She was going to say, 'I'm going to be Mr. Collins' right-hand man, too! ’

She was going to beg Miss Rose, 'Please let me join! ’

‘Let me contribute! ’

But in the tense mood, these words turned into a sharp sword that cut through the good atmosphere.

She just managed to force out a bark.

"Woof!"

Rose:......

Miss Shelley, who had just had a little 'feeling', was ready to continue. Now she was so angry that she wanted to strangle the female slaves to death.

"What's wrong with you!!"