The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 633 Ch Herbert Burns Field

The attraction of class, respectability and elegance.

If you ask Old Tom to tell you, there is no way out.

Upper class.

Decent.

grace.

Put out a few bottles of red wine from the royal family’s collection, welcome your beloved man with the most grand pomp, and invite him to his seat in the most complicated, ancient and elegant way——

Then *himself.

Completely meets the requirements.

But Old Tom couldn't say that to Lillian.

He knew, and had heard from the master, that his young lady had always been thinking about that gentleman - the Executor, a genius of the Inquisition, a man who was favored by Enid Judith (unclear relationship).

He was of humble origins, even humble. There is an uncle who runs a herbal medicine shop (my lord, can that be considered a 'shop'?)

There is also an ‘adoptive mother’ that I got back from somewhere——

He actually wanted his adoptive mother and uncle to live together shamelessly.

Such a man is not worthy of a Shelley girl.

Not even worthy of an 'adopted daughter'.

Even if he has a future and is on good terms with Taylor, and will definitely become a high-level player in the future - that is still in the future.

"The teacher hired for you is teaching you the ability to attract gentlemen in a classy, ​​decent and elegant way. Miss, you just need to study hard..."

"I don't think Roland likes to hear about calculations and tobacco." Rose muttered, covering her face.

"But that is the knowledge that makes you better. As long as you are good enough, more and better men will be attracted to you..."

Rose snorted: "What does that have to do with me?"

Old Tom sighed and brought the topic back: "Let's talk about the eyes, miss. Coffee steam can't make you more attractive - who did you listen to?"

"I will not betray my friends," Rose pulled off the cloth and threw it on the table: "Halida! Halida!"

She called Halida over and asked her to look at her eyes carefully.

"Is it a little brighter than yesterday?"

Halida only felt the smell of strong coffee flying everywhere on her face.

"...But, it's possible, miss."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Rose was dissatisfied: "There must be something wrong with the coffee."

The old housekeeper rubbed his forehead and placed the letter on the table - taking away the used cloth at the same time.

"Whose letter?"

Rose stretched her neck. She had learned something in the past few days - at least she could recognize some simple words.

It has her name written on it.

"For me?"

"Obviously, there is another share for the master," Old Tom put the cloth on his forearm, feeling a little puzzled: "I remember you said that you would not touch her."

touch…

who?

Rose blinked and picked up the envelope. Under the hesitant expression of the housekeeper, she opened the wax with her fingernail and pulled out the thin letter paper inside.

The wording of the letter was not gorgeous and complicated, and according to Rose's words, it was not the kind of letter that 'actively creates difficulties'.

Simple sentences, asked about health, mentioned the weather in London, and told some interesting stories.

Then get to the point.

She hoped to pay a visit to the new heir to the Shelley family, the 'intelligent' and 'charming' new heir whom she heard about by chance——

The signature is:

Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

who…

Coming?

Rose rolled her eyes.

Oh, right.

The woman who possesses the ritual that Halida needs.

A woman who inherited the property of three husbands.

"I thought you wouldn't touch her in a dishonorable way," Old Tom observed his lady's expression, and found that she really didn't seem to be interested, so he felt at ease: "Burns doesn't have a good reputation. Don’t come to your house unsolicited—an unmarried lady would never do that.”

"So I didn't."

Rose folded the letter in half and threw it on the table: "I originally wanted to, but..."

She originally wanted to catch her tongue, ask for details, and sneak in with Halida on a dark night - Huh?

Rose scratched her head.

"That's good. Miss, do you want me to reply to your letter? The master said the time is up to you." Tom asked.

There is no way to refuse such a letter, and you must not refuse it - if the invitation letter is okay, but since the letter states "I hope to visit you", the reply can only be "it is an honor".

certainly.

You can also reply: I don’t make friends with *sheep people.

But it's not necessary.

"You can reply for me, Tom, and we'll make an appointment for afternoon tea tomorrow."

Rose curled her hair slightly irritably and waved her other hand: "It just so happens that I want to see this lady..."

She considered the ritual held by Burns and thought about how to ‘get it’. After Old Tom exited the door, the girl frowned and asked Halida:

"Why don't we steal it?"

Halida looked confused.

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"I mean, we should find a night to secretly do it...right?" Rose became more and more hesitant as she spoke, "I mean, that Burns."

She remembered Xander's warning, telling her not to always bring Halida into trouble...

Maybe.

Did Xander convince me?

Rose strangled the idea as soon as it came up.

She couldn't accept that she was persuaded by that vicious bitch.

Um.

I must be worried about Roland and causing trouble for him and the "tea party". Before he comes back, it's better to restrain yourself a little bit...

I endured it for Roland and the "tea party."

"Halida."

"Miss Rose?"

"I have sacrificed a lot for you."

Halida:...

Should, should, right?

…………

…

Ms. Burns arrived promptly on the afternoon of the second day.

She brought two maids with her and a young, clever-looking manservant.

certainly.

There is no need for these servants to be present when meeting James and Lillian.

——That is an oval face with the only prominent feature being the nose.

She applied some powder, and her half-draped eyelids covered her dull eyes.

Dressed in black silk, the corners of her mouth seem to have been drooping all year round, and she can no longer remember the process of smiling. When she stares, except for the clear brown silk veins under her eyes, people can always find the lingering sadness.

Her steps were light, and she was as thin as a shadow wandering under a death knell.

When invited inside, the room temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Good day, Mr. Shelley."

She took off her mesh hat, and the servant took off her gloves. At this time, the clever manservant came forward with his bag and presented the boxy gift box to Halida beside Old Tom.

"I heard that the Shelley family has a new heir. She is a smart and elegant girl - I hope you will like my gift."

Her voice is like thick water waves covering it layer by layer. It is unforgettable and beautiful even if it is repeated once, but it makes people feel sincerely comfortable.

Rose politely thanked her, and after seeing a sapphire necklace in the box, her smile became brighter:

"I just want a beautiful necklace."

Regarding this aspect of etiquette, both the upper class and the lower class have similar ways of dealing with it.

It’s just more cumbersome and more ‘thorough’.

Even a gangster should know how to respond to a gift——

There is no one like Roland.

'How about I give you a cane? The recently launched new style, the hawk beak handle, is covered with silver. ’

‘Can you peck your hands? ’

***!

Peck you to death.