The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 162: The Golden Lamp of Noti
Noti Golden Lamp is a great place.

If you have enough money and are not here to make money, then it is a great place to relax.

Here you can see:

A leper who died from drinking water;
a prostitute with three arms;

Black, brown, yellow, all kinds of foreigners;

the brave man who puts his head into the lion's mouth and kisses its tongue;
a support group for using teeth to help with childbirth;

a performance in which a four-foot dwarf swallows a six-foot javelin;
Apart from that, if you want to see and enjoy something normal, we can also prepare it for you.

But who doesn’t have some quirky hobbies?
Noti Golden Lamp exists just for you and is always ready to provide you with thoughtful and considerate service.

We are absolutely private and absolutely professional.

……

This was not the first time Anne had come to this place.

She greeted the waiter skillfully, gave a number, and then was led downstairs - downstairs, to a special private room reserved for distinguished persons.

Here, the person she was waiting for arrived early.

It was about two thousand square feet in size, with teak panels on the walls and dark gray marble underfoot.

The lampshades of gas and oil lamps were made of gold and silver and inlaid with jewels - the light would shine through the gems and emit the color of the corresponding jewels.

Sofas, tables and chairs with hollow carvings - almost every detail of the decoration is carved with a strange symbol.

A vortex that spirals outward.

Some of the wine and exquisite pastries on the table had been consumed, and the gentlemen on the sofa were chatting animatedly.

They took off their coats, unbuttoned their collars, held cigars or cigarettes, held glasses of wine, and talked about national affairs and maritime business. When Anne came in, the room was silent for a moment - and then, there was laughter.

"Look, my show is here."

The waiter bowed, walked out and closed the door.

"Come on, Mr. Diamond, how long have we not seen each other? Ten days? Fifteen days? The older you get, the less you can remember time. I always feel like summer turns to winter in the blink of an eye."

In addition to the two gentlemen sitting next to each other on the sofa, there was another person standing not far from the sofa, staring at Anne quietly: long burgundy curly hair and dark brown eyes.

The same hair color as the old man she was talking to.

"Mr. Heyman."

Anne bowed.

"Don't be so reserved, Annie." Marvolo Heyman smiled and waved his hand, asking her to take a seat. "Louis, pour her a glass of wine."

The old man also has red curly hair.

But shallower and shorter.

He was dressed neatly and had many wrinkles on his face, but judging from the smile on his face and the tone of his voice, he should be a very kind man.

However, Anne knew what kind of man he was.

"It's thirteen days, Mr. Heyman." After thanking her, Anne carefully took the wine glass but did not sit down.

Only then did she have time to distract herself and look at the other person on the sofa - the person who was talking to Marvolo before she came.

A thin man with blond hair and slightly sharp face.

There was more purple in the blue eyes.

"This is my friend, Taylor, the famous owner of the Golden Smoke. You must have heard of him, right?" Heyman joked with a smile: "Your girls must have visited here a lot, right?"

Annie curled her lips and didn't respond.

"You're too tall, Diamond." Old Hyman leaned casually on the sofa, gently shaking his wine glass: "Let's talk in a way that is comfortable for both of us, okay?"

Anne squeezed the cold glass. As Randolph Taylor looked on in amazement, she lifted her skirt with one hand and slowly…

Kneeled in front of Marvolo Hayman.

"You see, our communication is much smoother this way."

Old Heyman smiled and raised his glass to Anne from a distance, then took a sip. Turning his head, he said to Randolph, "...I still hope you can consider it. We are a large group, and we are very happy to make friends with an excellent, talented, and moral gentleman like you."

"Although you don't have noble blood flowing in your body, you still have the opportunity to obtain it—"

The old man said slowly, "Your descendants will have a higher starting point. What about your descendants' descendants? Have you ever thought about the continuation of the family? We only accept those who are qualified. This invitation is really rare."

Randolph Taylor smiled and bowed respectfully: "It's my honor, Mr. Heyman. The Taylor family is insignificant, and I never thought that I could be favored by you and the blue-blooded gentlemen..."

Old Heyman shrugged and made a joke with a wink: "...Oh, I think their daughters need a good husband, and their sons need a role model, a good brother."

Randolph was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "This is the most wonderful compliment I have heard in recent years."

"I can't lie to such an outstanding young man." Old Heyman looked at Randolph kindly, his eyes flashing:

"The Gray Party is not doing well among the Blue Bloods. These brothers who share the same noble blood as me were deceived by a young and ignorant woman. They tried to open up a so-called 'new world', a 'freedom' without any rules, and were even willing to bow their heads and speak for those who were not up to the standard."

"I'm not saying that you have to choose a party, that's not that important. But a gentleman like you with a bright future should at least 'officially join' the Blue Blood nobility and become one of us - instead of just relying on a Blue Blood junior seat or a Gray Party member as a shareholder to maintain our relationship."

"Why don't you join in yourself?"

Randolph listened quietly, then sighed.

"You know that, Mr. Heyman."

"I am just 'Little Taylor', not the real owner of the Golden Smoke."

"I agree ten thousand times to the invitation of the Blueblood gentlemen, and it would be my honor - but my father, Bellows Taylor, has different ideas."

Randolph Taylor bent his legs, pinched the stem of the glass in his hand, and shook the wine.

"You want a son, how do you convince his stubborn father? If I really become close with the Blue Bloods, I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill my subsequent promises to you."

Old Heyman narrowed his eyes and smiled even more: "It seems that your father is a little prejudiced against us."

Randolph sighed a second time.

"If there were, there would be no blue-blooded members among the Taylor family's shareholders, Mr. Hyman. Even if he is a member of the Gray Party, he is still a blue-blooded member, isn't he?"

The man looked directly into Marvolo Heyman's eyes, and said sincerely, "I promise you, I will try my best to convince my father when I go back - but I also need the help of the blue-blooded gentlemen."

"Oh?" Old Heyman made a listening gesture.

"Inquisition."

Randolph sighed a third time.

"Recently, those black crows came to our door." He looked worried, with a lingering melancholy between his brows: "... They are also interested in Golden Smoke and Taylor. You know, these cold-blooded monsters who burn people at will are unreasonable. They especially said that if Taylor made friends with the enemies of the Inquisition..."

The smile on old Heyman's face gradually disappeared.

His face was sagging and his eyelids were drooping, making it difficult to see the anger flashing in his eyes.

"…The Inquisition is full of enemies, and they dare to say that." Old Heyman looked serious: "What do you think?"

Taylor hesitated. "I don't know about the conflict between the Inquisition and the Blue Bloods, but it seems that they have no say over my shareholder, the member of the Blue Bloods. I dare not offend these people, Mr. Heyman. If you invite me, maybe I can talk to the highest person in the Inquisition first?"

Old Heyman hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll consider it."

He put down his glass.

Randolph Taylor understood and put down his cup, then started talking about his recent experiences and interesting things about women. After about three or five topics, he said goodbye.

Soon, there were only three people left in the room.

(End of this chapter)