Chapter 693 Ch692 The Knight's Princess

Chapter 693 Ch.692 The Princess of the Knight

It turned out that the ladies had taken a bath.

In addition to the stench, Roland did smell the damp air and the pungent smell of dry powder for washing the body in his nose - a certain brand that Yam Jones had given him when he was in the workhouse would emit such a smell when it came into contact with water.

"So, is there something 'rotten' in this house?"

"Roland."

Rose warned the man in a bad tone not to continue his curiosity.

"Okay, I'm just asking."

They had passed by several women, and no one stopped to ask except for some curious glances.

There were seven or eight years old, fifteen or sixteen years old, and the age range was very large - some girls, Roland even suspected that they were not here to study: perhaps their parents were too busy with work to have time, so they simply threw their children to this 'free' place.

The food and drink were not very good, but at least they could fill their stomachs. If they could learn to write a few more words, wouldn't they earn more than the owner of the golden smoke?

"That child is still holding a baby, Rose. She may not even be ten years old."

"Women always hold babies," the Snitch rolled her eyes at Roland and spoke directly to him - she didn't like him today, first that Droz Fonseca, then the wild cat, "She is probably nine or ten years old, anyway, no more."

The child was not even as high as her chest.

"I don't know what our queen is going to do."

"Obviously, fame. She is not going to train a few private tutors for herself." Roland gently stroked the wall with his fingertips and scratched it a few times with his nails. Not only was the wall soft, but even a slight tap would reveal the crooked broken bricks inside.

Further forward.

In the direction of the bathroom, the wall that was soaked from time to time had already peeled off, revealing the precarious skeleton inside - it really couldn't be called a 'wall', it could only be said that it was a small sheepfold built by a group of blind children for playing.

It was not solid, and it might collapse one day.

"I don't see what these things have to do with reputation."

Rose rolled her eyes.

She didn't sympathize with the children here, but she had a different understanding of the bigwigs in this country-she should have known it since Anne died.

After all, it's a 'school'.

For a female thief who has been on the streets since she was a child, this place is undoubtedly more 'sacred' than Buckingham Palace.

Far beyond the church.

But what she saw along the way made Rose very disappointed.

"I thought there would be marble floors and oil paintings painted by several painters on the walls. Portraits of celebrities are hung everywhere, and men and women reciting poems and lyrics from time to time can be seen, and piano or violin sounds can be heard-"

"Maybe, but never here."

Roland believed that Her Majesty the Queen did not intend to make the school with her own title like this-obviously, the people who are really responsible for building and managing it don't care.

Anyway, don't hang their names.

As long as it's 'reasonable', I'm afraid it's fine.

"How much do you think it cost?"

"About 10,000 pounds?"

"I guess the people who built this place will get 10,000 or 20,000 pounds, but it doesn't take that much to build it." Over time, Rose gradually learned to think in a 'Shelley-style' way, just like Randolph, judging the value of everything she encountered.

As she spoke, she suddenly moved her ears.

"Hush."

Not far from the bathroom, in a more deserted and narrow room, she heard a noisy noise.

That was another bathroom built specifically for some young ladies-smaller and more exquisite, but only girls of certain status could use it.

Just like the Queen can only use Mr. Albert.

They were allowed to enter, and at the same time, those who were not allowed could only go to the larger one with a stronger smell and shared by dozens of people-in fact, there was no standard, maybe at the beginning, but if a daughter of an egg seller really used it secretly, no one would know.

Obviously, the young ladies still have rules and self-awareness.

-In this regard, a few men are better than women.

You always have to knock on the door, even if it is a gorgeous, thick door inlaid with jewels and diamonds.

You never know, one day, it will open just for you - provided that you don't care how many people have come and gone through this door.

If you hesitate to look at the door, you will indeed be praised, and people will say "This is the most self-aware gentleman I have ever seen" and "a decent gentleman":

But that will also cut off your chance to appreciate the scenery behind the door.

"... Just like a noble lady, are you, dear?"

All three heard it.

Halida turned her head quietly, and when she looked at Roland, she also saw the scattered girls passing by - they looked over curiously at first, but when they found that the three of them were going to the smaller bathroom, they immediately lowered their heads as if frightened and quickened their pace to leave.

"...Sir."

Halida asked in a low voice.

Soon.

As they got closer, the conversation became clearer.

With the help of the angle and the oil lamp hanging in the bathroom, they could see clearly what was happening inside:

Four or five seemingly young girls were surrounding a girl holding a wooden barrel.

The wooden barrel contained socks and some clothes only used by ladies.

It was obviously much bigger.

It was not hers.

“…I already know.”

No mistake in the first post, the content, the first 6, the first 9, the first book, the first forum!

The girl surrounded in the middle has long brown hair and has been hanging her waist.

"I was cleaned ..."

She said.

"Miss Meili."

Known as "Meili" is the leader of this group of girls. She wore a sleeping skirt far beyond the cheap ant nest, and was more generous than the bees seen all the way to Roland -a diamond -shaped sapphire hanging on her ears, with shiny accessories on the wrists and fingers.

I can't see the shoes, and the crossed blue lines embroidered by repeated fold skirts.

Just like the cattle proved that she was not easy to mess with the corner of the corner, she also proved her difference and others with the ‘犄 犄” other than this epidermis.

It is also more aggressive.

"It's not clean at all."

The girl held her arms and swept the wooden pot in the girl's hand.

That was their gang's socks and pants.

"Are you going to sleep now? So, my friends and I have no socks tomorrow, right? Do you treat your friends like this?"

Rose turned his head slightly and glanced at Roland.

The latter is just silent.

Because she often went to Roland to talk about the matter (think of herself), Rose almost recognized everything in his life.

This girl is called ...

What is called?

"... You take me a look at it from a distance, right?"

Rose lowered the sound.

"Her name is Alice," Roland replied.

Mr. Koldini's daughter.

The small diplomat of the shoemaker's house.

she…

Come here?

——The reason why she was "throwed 'is because she is far from the age of learning. At least now, it is not a suitable age or a suitable school.

"... I was cleaned quickly, Miss Meili, I have strong energy in my hand."

"Ah, of course. But we came to you today, not for washing clothes and other things -I thought about it. Since you are also our friends, you can't always let you do this." Plug the forehead, and the gem of the earlobe hangs down.

"Yes, test."

"It's just a test."

"Now, you have passed."

She revealed a smile that she thought to cooperate with the poor's pair of rich people, and she touched her slightly.

"... you have to admit that I have helped you before, right?"

Alice responded twice, holding the barrel in her arms tighter.