The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 169 Ch.168 Qian Desen's Ultimate Pursuit
Fernandez routinely warned Chanderson, including but not limited to 'not spreading what he saw at the banquet', 'not participating in any spiritual or secret gatherings', 'not touching or buying banned books', 'not providing money or any help other than money to ritualists of unknown origin...'

Etc., etc.

There were dozens of them in total. Fernandez said them one by one with a serious face, and Chanderson matched his seriousness, nodding and responding from time to time.

They were completely different from the nobles Roland had ever seen.

“Honestly, if it was the Inquisition ten years ago, you would have been burned to death.” The priest finished speaking and pursed his dry lips.

"Then I have to praise time." Chandler said with a smile.

Fernandez didn't want to talk to this slick man anymore, so he stood up with a cigarette between his legs and said, "I'm going to see Mr. Benevento. Roland, wait for me here."

He nodded to Chandlerson and turned to leave the room.

As soon as he left, Chanderson seemed to be unable to stay idle and immediately started talking to Roland.

He seemed to know Roland's name.

"I've heard of you, Mr. Collins." He twisted his hips and turned around. His blue eyes, narrowed by fat, showed shrewdness: "...I heard that you helped my friend in West Manlis. You and you...that guy just now, is he the captain?"

"I haven't had time to thank you yet, but I meet you here again. It's really inappropriate."

Chandler's 'friend'.

He was referring to Kate Pasetti.

"It was my captain who helped Ms. Kate Pasetti. Me? I just hope I didn't cause you and your friends more trouble." Roland replied indifferently.

Philip Chandler studied him and smiled. "Why, that's no trouble at all. Only ignorant fools would be unhappy when the bailiff comes to our door and drives out evil for us."

Roland said in a gentle voice: "I'm glad I didn't cause any trouble to you and your friends."

"My 'friend' is not of a very good family, and her knowledge is shallow, so she cannot realize the vastness of the world. Please don't be too picky with her. I have been staying in London recently, and I have heard a lot about your name, Mr. Roland Collins."

"If she, Kate Pasetti, was verbally disrespectful to you, I apologize to you on her behalf."

Philip Chandler suddenly stopped smiling, his fat face became stern, he stood up properly, touched his chest and bowed to Roland.

Without waiting for Roland to stand up, he quickly saluted and sat down again.

Then, continue to put on that unserious expression.

"I know who she is, but if you ask me to guess, it's not a good one." Chanderson said with a beaming face, "But you may still be young and don't understand why a man like me would fall in love with a woman of this background-"

"Because, that's a dancer."

He was very secretive and winked, "Women, you will understand sooner or later the soft body parts, the amazing angles and the wonderful taste that makes people unable to give up and forget..."

Roland: ...

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Hahaha! I have a keen eye, don't I? You must be pursued by many people, but you haven't become a real man yet. If I have time, I would be very happy to invite you to enjoy the most wonderful thing in the world with me..."

"Well, it's not only musical instruments that can make beautiful sounds, Mr. Collins."

"He has a point."

Roland lowered his head in a shy manner and asked curiously, "Ms. Pasetti must miss you very much."

"Oh, yes, there are too many people in this world who miss me." Qian Desen said nonchalantly: "If hugging, kissing, and deep emotional communication are all it takes, then I have endless love to talk about all day. I gave her what she deserved, and we were fair."

fair.

"You see, I paid in pounds—not in shillings and pence. I gave her a little estate, I gave her servants, I gave her a rich, carefree life."

"What more could she ask for?"

Qian Desen pretended to be in deep thought and said, "Oh! She also needs a devout believer, a lover who sincerely believes that love is supreme, who obeys her in everything and responds to her every request."

"Isn't that right?" The fat man clapped his hands. "Oh, but how can such a good thing happen in the world? I also want a wife with a dowry of 100,000 pounds... Can the 100,000 pounds choose me, or can the lady with 100,000 pounds choose me?"

Roland laughed at this not-so-aristocratic self-deprecation.

It also instantly shortened the distance between the two of them.

In terms of status and wealth.

Roland smiled and said, "I don't agree with you."

"You may agree, or you may not. Maybe you agree on the surface, but disagree in your heart. Maybe you agree with it, or maybe you agree with it neither... In short, I don't want a wife with a dowry of one hundred thousand pounds." Chandler shook his head and said a lot.

“I like poor people.”

He said.

"Just like people who know true power will be in awe of you. And the poor will certainly be in awe of wealth, so that I can live a more noble life than the royal family..."

He shrank his neck and darted his eyes left and right, as if he was afraid that the queen would suddenly jump out from somewhere.

It's really funny and really entertaining.

"You are the ruler of wealth." Roland exclaimed, "You are wiser than most people I have ever met."

"Oh, I guess this 'majority' must include my Pasetti."

Qian Desen rolled his eyes and said sarcastically:

"I don't know whether she has offended you and Mr. Devinson. But based on my judgment of her, I guess that you and her will not be very happy. I apologize to you today and will invite you to share happiness in the future... Mr. Collins, I not only hope to ask for your understanding, but also want to gain your friendship."

Roland tilted his head slightly, with a puzzled expression: "You have been in London for quite some time."

This means.

What about before that?
"Because before, the Inquisition was not the Inquisition." Qian Desen did not hide anything, his face was calm: "I have never heard of the 'Inquisition' before. I only know the Holy Cross, the Church, the Blue Blood Nobles, and the Holy Cross's...something parliament."

He asked Roland in return: "Should I give my friendship to a submissive servant?"

Roland said nothing.

He is really well-informed.

"I am a low-ranking member of the blue-blooded nobility, but I do not participate in politics or parties. I only take out a portion of my ocean profits every year in exchange for a peaceful life."

Roland looked at the shrewd man in front of him and agreed with his words: "You are not only wise, but also a sincere person."

"Ha, if my father hadn't left me this title, I think I would have lived a more comfortable life." Philip Chandler pulled at the torn tassels on his chest and said disapprovingly: "I have no interest in wielding power or participating in those 'adult children's games'."

"I only like women, Mr. Collins. That's what a man should be."

Roland grinned, with a hint of sarcasm in his words: "Then your ultimate pursuit should be within easy reach."

"No, no, of course not." Chanderson shook his head vigorously a few times: "If I had your looks, it would be called 'easy to get'. But with my looks, I can only be called 'no lack of lovers' - you don't understand what really makes a man happy."

He waved his arms like an opera singer and said in a high voice: "It is indeed a joy to make others prostrate themselves with wealth. But above all, there is a greater joy -"

"That is: the love of the poor."

"Look at them falling in love with me, their affections pouring over me like a flood that breaks a dam! They only earn five shillings a week, but they are willing to spend three shillings to buy me a nice comb! What a great achievement!"

"It would be difficult for Roland Collins to illuminate this great achievement."

"It's kind of annoying to be surrounded by rich women."
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Rose...
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No no, no, I mean...

“Ahaha!”

(End of this chapter)