The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 143 Ch.142 Blind Columbus

After talking about Edward Snow, Roland got down to business.

This is also the purpose of his visit today.

"Tell me about that salon, Randolph. The salon of 'Ms. Molly'."

As a seasoned businessman, Randolph keenly perceived the meaning of Roland's words.

This is no small talk.

"The sea has been rough lately, and I haven't attended that salon for a long time."

Randolph put himself aside first, and then the memories.

"Like many salons..."

He described it to Roland.

The rich idlers held their glasses, swayed, and talked about everything. The ladies gathered together to talk about men, jewelry, and the latest fashions. Bands, food, dances - maybe there will be some "small shows" later, but Randolph is not interested in those magicians.

It looks like an ordinary salon.

"Oh, if you want to say 'strange', it is a bit like that."

"I also heard a shareholder mention it... Let me put it this way," he thought Roland might not understand what "shares" were, so he briefly explained: "The Taylor family was divided into several parts. In addition to my father and me, a small part was distributed to some gentlemen who could pave the way for us."

"In this era, doing business is inseparable from them."

He had heard from this shareholder that as long as enough money was paid, Ms. Jasmine would use a family secret medicine to rejuvenate people and restore their youth.

"But I didn't see him turn into you the next day." Randolph laughed and teased: "Is he younger? Maybe it's my illusion. I asked him if he had spent a wonderful night with that lady - is this what she meant by 'rejuvenation'..."

Randolph shrugged.

"He said nothing and told me, 'You'll know once you try it.'"

"I don't need any rejuvenation, and I'm not interested in walking the same flesh path as those adults."

Randolph didn't believe a word of it.

In his eyes, this 'Ms. Jasmine' was no different from the shivering women on Flower Street in winter - except that she had a villa and servants who served her well.

Randolph knew he shouldn't be curious, but he couldn't help it - he had met Mrs. Jasmine several times.

At least it looks normal?

"The problem is 'rejuvenation', isn't it?"

Randolph crossed his arms.

Roland saw a hint of curiosity on his face.

"How do you treat these people, Roland? Burn them to death? Or hang them?" Randolph had heard about the 'ferocity' of the executioners, but that was also from his father, and it was a story from a long, long time ago - especially in recent years, the 'fear' that the executioners brought to people has become less and less.

Randolph wanted to say "turn over a new leaf," but then he thought the joke was more ironic than humorous, so he stopped talking.

Roland said nothing, but changed the subject: "Take me to see Beatrice, Randolph."

Cultists and burnings weren't enough to interest the brother once he mentioned his sister.

…………

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Beatrice was dealing with the middle-aged maid impatiently.

She had her back to the door and didn't even notice Roland and Randolph coming into the room - Randolph made a 'hush' gesture to the maid, then stood aside with Roland, his hands hanging down.

The maid is treating Beatrice.

The kind Edward Snow had instructed.

"…So, your brother is very busy every day, for the Taylor family and for you."

Beatrice fiddled with the coins in her hand without looking up, as if she hadn't heard.

The maid glanced at Randolph not far away with an embarrassed expression.

"…Miss?"

Clatter. Clatter.

The coins piled up into small pillars, which were then knocked over by the girl's hand.

Then, repeat again.

She stared at them obsessively, as if there was nothing else in the world except them.

The maid sighed, met Randolph's gaze, and shook her head slightly.

Randolph smiled and told her not to worry.

Roland was absolutely right.

It has been like this for several years.

It would have been foolish for him to blame Snow, the servants, or Betty.

He hopes little Betty gets better, but he also has the ability to support her for the rest of her life.

"…Miss, are you hungry?"

Beatrice glanced at her, held the coin in her hand, and then let it fall.

"How about playing a game?"

The maid thought about it and decided to show herself in front of her master - at least to be worthy of the weekly salary which was much higher than that of the average maid.

Smiling, she sorted the coins on the carpet: the ones on the left were one pound, the ones on the right were two pounds, and the ones in the middle were five pounds.

The one on the left is closest.

The one on the right comes second.

The one with the largest denomination is the farthest away from Beatrice.

The maid gently tapped Beatrice's outstretched hand, and a serious expression appeared on her face: "You can only choose one bunch, Miss."

This choice made Beatrice hesitate. Her golden hair, as bright as the sun, was spread out, and her blue-purple eyes looked at the three piles of gold pounds, then she raised her head slightly and looked at the maid - she wanted to give a hint, or let the maid help her.

"Oh, I can't help you." The maid's eyes showed a hint of pampering and smile. She pointed to the three piles of gold pounds and said, "You have to make your own decision."

Beatrice hesitated and thought for a long time.

Finally, I reached out to the nearest pile, which also had the smallest denomination - because it was closest and most convenient.

Seeing this, Randolph sighed slightly.

But, I kind of want to laugh.

"She's so cute, isn't she?"

Roland didn't dare to praise his sister as 'cute' in front of her brother.

"But have you ever been so bold as to stare at someone's butt?"
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I swear to my benefactor, I wasn't staring at her.

"You just didn't look at her face... Roland, I understand. Of course I understand."

"Do you know what the first words Columbus said when he set foot on the American continent?"

"'Fuck! It's so big!'"

Roland: ...
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I'm not like that.

"You have."
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I used to just think.

“Think about the American continent.”

Roland: ...

Frankly speaking, there is really nothing I can do about this fire in my head that keeps mocking this and insulting that…

Maybe eat some vegetables today?
"Stop thinking about those annoying things."
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You promise not to say disrespectful nasty things to others anymore.

"Then you also have to promise not to eat only vegetables."
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I promise.

"I promise, too."

The flame jumped a few times happily.

“But I don’t necessarily keep my promises.”
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me too.

"You blind Columbus."
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You are such a talkative person.

Undoubtedly, in the quiet room, Randolph's voice was not difficult to detect.

So Beatrice turned around.

I spotted two people standing not far away.

"oh--!!"

She screamed, startling the servant.

She threw the gold pound away and ran towards Roland without even having time to lift her skirt - she immediately tripped over the hem of her skirt that she had ignored.

At this moment, Randolph's face was full of happiness: it was the expression of a brother who doted on his sister and found out one day that his sister loved him as well.

It can also be called 'giggle'.

"Slow down, Betty, your brother is waiting here."

Randolph opened his arms and looked expectantly at the blonde girl who stumbled over to him.

Then she fell into Roland's arms.

Randolph: ...

Someone kept his arms outstretched, ready to be embraced, standing still like a sculpture, passing by his sister.

He kind of hated the executive now.

"Good day, Miss Taylor." Roland hugged him and patted her back gently. He lowered his head and said, "If it were me, I would also choose the one closest to me."

Beatrice had a perfect look of confusion on her face.

She turned her head to look at her brother, then slightly broke away from the hug and looked back at the servant not far away.

"Yes, I will make the same choice as you." Roland smiled warmly: "You are absolutely right and deserve praise."

Beatrice blinked and looked up at Roland: "Money! It can be exchanged for stones!"

"Yes, Miss Taylor, you are really smart."

Beatrice Taylor opened her mouth wide and smiled foolishly.

Before Randolph could speak, her jumping thoughts informed her body again - she happily pushed Roland away, turned around and ran towards the servants.

then.

Squat down.

He gathered the farthest pile of gold pounds with the highest denomination and held it in his hand.

Gather the pile of medium-valued bills in the middle.

Then, there is the most recent, lowest denomination one pound note.

After the three piles were gathered into one, he held them in his hands, scattered them along the road, and returned to Roland.

She laughed so happily.

"for you!"

she says.

"Give you all!"

Randolph: ...

That's the money I earned, sister.

(End of this chapter)