The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 144 Ch.143 Fog of War Minus One
Beatrice is indeed very lovely.

If she hadn't held Roland tightly, not letting him leave, and kicked her brother in the face with her palm-sized, emerald-painted feet when Randolph and the maid tried to dissuade him...

She can also be called a lady.

Randolph had the idea of ​​letting Roland be his sister's "doctor" - but then he changed his mind and considered that his sister didn't pay much attention to her "real brother".

If time goes by...

Most importantly, Roland is an executive and he doesn't have time to go to Taylor's house every day to accompany Beatrice.

This made Mr. Merchant both happy and regretful.

“You should go to church and give more money.”

Before leaving, Roland gave Randolph instructions.

It has to be said that this wealthy merchant, whose room is almost filled with gold pounds, is really a lucky man - having reached such a status, he has not been targeted by the cultists, isn't that lucky enough?

He did not go to the church to show his "piety", so the church would not send priests to help him in times of crisis.

Roland guessed that he probably did not respond to the solicitation of certain nobles.

Then, the blue-blooded nobles will also leave him.

He did not join the private leagues of businessmen, nor did he worship the Daughter of Bustle, a deity commonly worshipped by businessmen in addition to the All-Father.

Third Crown: Lady of Bustle and Bustle, Goddess of Trade and Wealth.

He didn't believe and didn't accept the good intentions of the above three parties.

Yet they are still able to make the business so big.

Isn't this lucky?
"Donate?"

Randolph was suspicious, but then a smile slowly appeared on his face as he listened to Roland's worried and earnest words.

He patted Roland's shoulder vigorously, first with gratitude, then with ridicule: "Hey, my brother, my handsome executive friend, I'm not stupid! With my status, how can I ignore these gentlemen and ladies who hold 'spells' in their hands?"

In fact, Roland is a bit "country boy".

"The head of the Taylor family is not me, but my father, Bellos Taylor."

Randolph laughed. "That old man donates a lot of money to the church every year. Including the private alliance, the family deliberately set aside part of the expenses to provide these - well, can I call it 'protection money'?"

Roland was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Of course, although it doesn't sound very nice."

"It's not nice to hear." Randolph laughed and shook his head. "If I had your talent, this money would be well spent. Unfortunately, I have no talent for magic, and neither does my father."

When it comes to magic, Randolph feels a little regretful.

"We donate a large sum of money to the church every year, and private alliances can also provide great help to Taylor's business - including the shareholders I told you about earlier, one of whom is the 'Gray Party'."

Gray Party...

And the secret party.

Roland had heard Fernandez talk about these two parties. Including his uncle, it seemed that they were all very concerned about who would be in power in the country, which party proposed what kind of bill, who opposed it, who supported it, and what impact it would have on the country if the bill was passed...

They loved the discussion, very much so.

Roland seemed to be lacking interest.
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Means nothing.

"Oh, of course. Just like leather shoes."
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What does this have to do with leather shoes?
"The first thing a gentleman pays attention to is the surface of his shoes - it has to be shiny, right?"

"The second is the lining and cushioning, which is related to the comfort of the soles of the feet;"

"Then there are the shoelaces and the price, which is equivalent to the 'price' - that is, buyers need to consider whether it is worthwhile to pay this amount;"

"Finally, the soles of the shoes."

"There is one circumstance that would make them focus on the soles first."

"When they find their feet hurt."

Roland seemed to understand what he said.

Hurts your feet?

Judging from his recent 'city experience'.

If the soles of your shoes hurt your feet, just stomp on them hard, rub them, or step on them a little, and they will soon become soft again.

"You are always one moment pig and another moment Einstein."
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what?
Then again, since the Taylors have Gray Party shareholders, they obviously support the former to some extent - the party currently favored by the Supreme Lady.

And Charles Chloe?
Obviously the latter.

Speaking of the secret party, Randolph's face flashed with contempt: "What's the use of them? Some old things that are about to be abandoned by the times and lie in the cemetery. They are greedy and stupid but don't know it - do you know? Those composed of nobles... Sorry, I forgot their names..."

"Blue-blooded noble." Roland reminded softly.

"...Yes, the blue-blooded nobles." Randolph said angrily: "The secret party members among them actually asked the Taylor family for 20% of the shares, calling it 'cooperation' - this is based on the premise that I mentioned that the Taylor family already has a gray party shareholder."

"Are they crazy? If Taylor takes another 20%, do we work hard every day just to make money for these masters? The country has taxes, and we donate to the church every year. Do we have to pay half of our family just to make these old guys who own large tracts of land say 'thank you' one more time?"

“I’m just a businessman.”

"I love the big pound, free trade, reasonable taxation - but I have no interest in being on top."

Randolph twirled the emerald ring on his finger and spoke fiercely and mockingly.

"My father is old and always cautious, afraid of offending someone - we haven't broken any law, so why should we live in fear?"

Roland didn't know how to answer. He was not qualified and could not give Randolph more advice about the blue-blood nobles and the two parties. He couldn't even figure out the complicated relationship between them.

"I'm sorry, Randolph," Roland weighed his cane, "you can't expect someone who has just arrived in London to give you any advice. But I can tell you an interesting piece of news -"

Roland said.

"You can pay a visit to the Inquisition."

According to Fernandez and Enid, the "changes" of the Inquisition might cause dissatisfaction among the Church. At the same time, they are the blue-blooded nobles - at least the enemies of most of the secret parties among the blue-blooded nobles, led by Charles Chloe.

Well, the Taylors, who lean towards the Grays and the Queen, can also be considered friends of the Inquisition.

Roland was not smart enough to use his eyes to sort out the complicated web of politics, interests, and people's hearts, but he could at least help the Inquisition with some clumsy things that he could do within his ability - in fact, this inexperienced and uncunning Mr. Cat did not know.

Once the Inquisition sided with the Monarch...

The tangible and intangible wealth I have gained is much more than when I was in church.

"Inquisition?"

Randolph narrowed his eyes. "It seems that the Inquisition has not been involved in these troubles for many years."

Roland smiled and said, "Times have changed, haven't they?"

The Court of Inquisition...

church.

Mr. Merchant stared at Roland, thinking.

"I never knew that the Holy Cross was so complicated." He was so sharp that he almost found the problem from Roland's words: "... No, this is normal."

"Thank you, Roland."

"I will visit the Inquisition later."

Roland nodded in agreement: "Say you are my friend, Randolph. Randolph Taylor and Roland Collins are friends - you said that our friendship will last until we ascend to heaven..."

Randolph grinned: "Or go to hell."

"If I could choose, I would still choose Eden or Heaven."

"Roland, I think hell might be more comfortable—even though there is nothing in it except endless flames."

In the living room, Theresa led Beatrice.

She saw the two men talking at the door and suddenly they started laughing, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

——The master’s health is not very optimistic.

The Taylor family needs a new owner who is as strong as a bear and as cunning as a fox.

He must be smart enough, fierce enough, and have enough friends.

Little Randolph did exactly the right thing.

From the few times she had seen him, this Mr. Roland Collins might not be a 'normal' person, not a 'decent' gentleman, but he was definitely an excellent friend, a loyal, sincere and pure brother.

"Roland, Roland, Roland..."

Beatrice pulled Theresa's hand, interrupting the old maid's thoughts.

She lowered her head slightly and looked at her young lady with tenderness in her eyes.

"You like Mr. Collins, don't you?"

Beatrice Taylor's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Theresa with her iris-stained gemstones.

“He’s beautiful!”

Theresa gently stroked Beatrice's hair and smiled: "Yes, he is very handsome and a gentle man. If I were thirty years younger, I would also fall in love with him..."

Beatrice didn't understand.

"But he is not a good choice, my lady."

She shifted her gaze to the door again.

The brilliant golden color casts a layer of dreamy golden veil over the tall and straight young man in black.

"He treats you with respect and has wisdom."

"She is so delicate in appearance and so gentle in heart."

"As long as you have eyes, why wouldn't you go up there?"

Theresa knew Beatrice couldn't understand, so she just talked to herself:

"But a skilled and brave knight will never lack rare and excellent horses."

"They have countless horses in their stables waiting eagerly."

"They look forward to riding with the knight, sharing honor and glory... But in the end, the only ones who can accompany him to break through the enemy's formation are his favorite and strongest ones..."

Theresa looked at Beatrice with her eyes wide open and sighed in her heart.

My poor lady.

(End of this chapter)