The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 119 Ch.118 Funeral
Traveling on a cold winter day is both mentally and physically damaging.

Roland was used to it, but after becoming an executive, he gradually became unaccustomed to it.

Just like riding in a horse-drawn carriage, once you get used to the good things, it’s hard to get used to the bad things.

He was not like those factory or shop assistants who had to greet the sunlight at six or seven o'clock every day, trembling with cigarettes between their legs, and with the winter wind. When he had no tasks, people knocking on the window could not wake him up.

According to his uncle, he is becoming more and more like a cat.

But today, I have to get up neatly.

He made an appointment with Randolph to attend a funeral today.

Roland was quite surprised that Randolph was willing to ride with him to someone's funeral - this meant that Taylor and Collins' friendship would be seen by irrelevant people and quickly spread in the circle.
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It really surprises me.

"You shouldn't be surprised, Roland."

The wheels rolled through the puddles and headed for Taylor's house in the early morning.

"Because you underestimated the shamelessness and gambling nature of businessmen."
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Shameless? Gambling?
"That's right."

"You're a great investment."

"Reputation? What's that? I guarantee that if you become 'indecent' like Chloe, he will immediately declare at various banquets that he was deceived and coerced by you, and from the beginning to the end, he never thought of becoming friends with you."

"On the contrary, if you keep moving forward step by step and walk steadily, he will always be your most loyal friend."

"Believe me, Su Yue has a very bad impression of this kind of people in her memory."
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Miss Nina...? -
She is such a learned person.

"She's shit. She's just a moron who keeps saying sisterly things all the time, 'I can do this, I can do that.'"
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wrench.

"what."
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Apologize to Miss Nina.

"..."

"Sometimes, I really want you to see her private virtues with your own eyes."
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There will be a chance.

"…You're thinking about how to kill yourself again, right?"
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Wrench, there's one thing I've been thinking about since you last spoke.

Roland waved his hands, as if trying to disperse the flames in his sight.

The carriage slowly turned down a street.

Two squirrels with horns greeted him while holding a half-eaten human head.

Roland smiled and waved at them.

An empty alley corner.
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I was thinking, since Miss Nina can come from her history, then I should be able to go too...

"I told you last time."

"You're not capable of that yet."
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I know.
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But it's possible, right?
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Suppose, I arrived before Miss Nina arrived...

The flames stretched into a straight line.

No answer.
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It would have prevented her death.
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right?
"Oh."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"What would have happened to you if she hadn't come?"

Roland was thoughtful.

The winter wind blowing in my face turned warm.

Drive into the West End.

The Taylor family recently replaced a group of servants - ever since a maid unfortunately fell from a building.

The new servant was also a woman, but she was much more careful than the servant who fell from the building, and she was much older. She hardly looked at Roland, and with her head down, she followed closely behind Beatrice, looking as if she couldn't be more careful.

Today, the painter lady changed into a new set of clothes, with jewels all around her neck and fingers.

On the skirt and wrists too.

Like a shelf of glittering jewels.

You could tell she had a lot of powder on her face, especially after Wrench gave him that long list.

"Loose powder"

Almond oil

Sperm whale oil

"white wax"

Venice fine talcum powder

"beeswax"

"Beetles, animal fat"

The above are just the ones Roland knows. There are a lot of other things he has never heard of. He doesn't even dare to think that they can be applied on the face or lips.

Anyway, if you ignore the ingredients list and just look at the makeup and the light green dress...

Miss Taylor is really lovely today.

Yes, if you ignore the... things that the wrench gives.

Roland greeted.

"Roland, Roland, Roland, Roland..."

Beatrice shook off her brother's hand and walked to Roland in two or three steps. Under Randolph's speechless eyes, she grabbed Roland's hand and shook it happily a few times. Then, she suddenly realized that this was "wrong", let go in shock and stepped back.

“…Brother misses you!”

She shouted in an attempt to cover up her mistake, while Theresa stared at the floor with the corners of her mouth curled up.

Randolph: ...

"I do miss my friends."

The brother who was being 'stared at' by his sister had no choice but to say this.

Randolph Taylor didn't know why he missed Roland when he was so busy with everything else... Anyway, since his sister said he missed him, then let him.

"Come in quickly. The days are getting colder. I'm even considering whether I should add another stove this year." Randolph invited Roland into the main hall, arranged for him to sit down, and then informed the servant to pour him a cup of hot coffee and two finger-width butter puffs.

There was no white mist in the room, but the dark chestnut-colored water was emitting wisps of white smoke at the bottom of the white porcelain cup.

Soon, the aroma of coffee filled the room. Tereza bent over and used an iron hook to poke the crackling fireplace a few times, then closed the iron door with a creaking sound, bowed to Randolph, and silently left the lobby.

"Come on, take a sip to warm yourself up first."

The road to the cemetery is not close, but there is still plenty of time. So, fill your stomach first, and then smoke one.

Randolph took out his scissors and made two cigars, one for each of him and Roland.

Beatrice twitched her nose.

“I like Roland Fagan.”

She didn't hold back on her voice, which embarrassed Randolph: "You can't talk like that, Betty."

What is 'that root'?

Only uneducated people would use such an expression.

"That long root."

Randolph: "No, Betty, I'm not asking you to describe it in more detail..."

"Hahahaha I love Miss Butt!"

"I feel like we'll have a lot in common..."

"About you."

Randolph wiped his hair with the hand holding the cigar. Seeing that Roland didn't respond, he quickly changed the subject: "I prepared flowers, Roland. I hope you don't mind."

"From what I know, there are almost no people left in the Wilson family, since his father and sister died."

He held up a silver tin lighter and slowly toasted the cigar head with the flame as he spoke.

The house was immediately filled with the aroma of baking bread.

"…But the 'strange' thing is that since Orlando Wilson's undignified death, many of his 'relatives' have emerged - including illegitimate sons and daughters, including his 'real' mother and father..."

The more he talked, the funnier it got.

Recently, apart from the incident where two men were stabbed to death while "connecting" in bed, the most exciting thing was the "relative incident" of the Wilson family.

Randolph pushed the butter puff pastry toward Beatrice, motioning her to eat it, and then turned to face Roland: "Excuse me, my friend, I may not be able to ask such a question, but I really can't stop my curiosity - what is going on?"

There was a lot of speculation in high society.

Some people said that Mince Chloe had offended someone, or that his father Charles Chloe had offended someone; others said that it was Cherry Chloe's lover who came to take revenge - even more outrageous, some said that Cherry Chloe turned into a ghost and took revenge herself.

In short.

When Cherrie Chloe was accused of being a "slut", who could have thought that one day her husband would die "intimately" in bed with another man in public?

This undoubtedly makes those who point fingers at Cherry-Chloe in public feel ashamed.

The rumors disproved themselves.

Apparently the couple had something hidden.

Cherry-Chloe is by no means a slut or a woman without moral integrity. Even if she is, it is "excusable" - after all, Cherry-Chloe is not as "clean" as everyone claims.

A 'gentleman' being intimate with another man in bed?
In today's world, this is much more serious than being a slut.

To put it bluntly, it's a good thing he died. Otherwise, he would have had a lot of fun in the rest of his life.

Public opinion is no longer one-sided.

"I admit that I did misunderstand that lady."

Randolph pinched his cigar and wanted to ask Roland: "…But what is going on?"

Roland sighed:

"I'll put it this way, Randolph. You heard it right, but you can't take it from me."

Randolph was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

He curled his lips in disgust, "How obscene! I don't know what's so curious about that dirty place. Doesn't he have any?"

Roland shrugged: "Some people's feelings are indeed strong."

Randolph stared at Roland and found that his face was full of smiles, so his eyes flickered.

He casually mentioned his business, including the ships that carried the goods, the workers who moved the goods, the clerks and servants who sold them everywhere:

"Now this 'secret' is not just spreading among the upper class. I think it will soon spread throughout London."

Roland sighed for the second time. The early morning light with cigar smoke only illuminated half of his face. "Then the reputation of Chloe and the Wilson family is really over, Randolph. Although this matter is as true and pure as the jewel in the queen's crown."

Randolph smiled: "But who can prevent the public from knowing the truth?"

Roland nodded: "You are right. How can the people not know the truth?"

Beatrice Taylor stuffed her puffy cheeks with butter puffs and looked at her two brothers eagerly as they spoke words she couldn't understand.

"I want to see the dead!"

Roland: ...

Randolph rubbed his forehead. After Theresa came in and whispered something in his ear, the man nodded and turned to Roland: "It's almost time, Roland."

I can’t take my sister with me today.

There was nothing to do with those Chloe friends.
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I put the egg in the quilt, so she shouldn't get cold, right?
"'I took my Tamagotchi,' Roland."
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What's the difference.

"It would be scary... Oh, she is indeed afraid of the cold. But, aren't you lighting a fire?"
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You seem to know what a little sparrow is.

"Wait a moment, Roland."

"I remember I told you..."

"No, you are not allowed to give her a name."

"Little Sparrow? Is this the nickname you gave to this little lady in the eggshell?"
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I think it's quite...

"I'm sorry, but I don't want you to feel that way."

Roland: ...

(End of this chapter)