The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 461 Ch.460 What bothers her
Bronte apologized to Roland before Beatrice entered the room.

She scolded herself in her heart, thinking that she had almost fallen into the pit of greed, into the abyss of immorality and selfishness.

Lately, Bronte had been extremely upset by Theresa's and the servants' attitude.

Plus, her novel was stuck at a certain plot point.

It makes people more irritated.

then.

This is why there is the unnecessary "irony" today - although this is not really irony, Bronte knew the relationship between Roland Collins and Randolph Taylor, and she also knew that except for the fact that Roland's head sometimes resembled Beatrice, there was really no malice in his heart.

How could she mock a gentleman who was trying to help him and enlighten him?
Greedy and selfish.

Randolph's comfortable life, created out of partiality, gradually made Bronte lose herself, forgetting that she was supposed to be a 'home tutor' rather than the real mistress of the Taylor family.

She was looked down upon, so what kind of pressure should Randolph Taylor, as a man, bear?
It's not that Bronte didn't understand.

"No need to apologize, Miss Bronte." Roland didn't talk about her and Randolph, but talked about his own things: "You know, I'm a 'policeman' - do you want to hear about the life of a policeman?"

He said he was subjected to a physical examination as soon as he entered the police station.

"They asked me, trained me, to be able to lift a stone half the size of Beatrice, to be able to catch up with hounds, to be as agile as a cat."

Roland said in a bad tone:

“Isn’t that too much to ask?”

Bronte didn't understand why he brought this up, so she replied, "A policeman should have such a strong body."

Roland complained: "But I'm blind."

Bronte frowned: "That's your problem, sir. Although I feel sorry for your eyes and regret that you can't see this beautiful world, I still have to say that the police want a 'healthy' person who is always capable of handling cases."

"Do you want the entire police department to cooperate with you?"

"Since you know that you have an eye disease, you should understand before becoming a police officer that you have to pay more than others—"

Stopped abruptly.

The sound disappears here.

Bronte pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes.

The tobacco leaves were burned and curled into ashes.

It is sucked into the mouth and comes out of the nose.

The hammer on the wall was clicking.

After a while, Beatrice came bounding in.

She was playing around and shaking her half-dry, half-wet hair in front of Roland, like a small whip soaked in water.

"I heard that you've been hatching chicks recently?"

"Yes!" This reminded Beatrice, and she touched her skirt and turned her head, "I want new eggs! Little bear!"

Bronte bowed her head and walked out.

“…Thank you, Mr. Collins.”

Roland nodded: "I will ask Randolph for the conversation fee later."

Bronte: ...

"What fee?" After she left, Beatrice pestered Roland and asked what it was.

"Money, Betty." He raised his head and dodged the hand that was about to reach his mouth: "I taught Miss Bronte knowledge, she has to pay me some money."

"Does Roland want money?"

Beatrice pressed Roland's knees, jumped a few times, and whispered, "My brother is so rich!"

Roland curled his lips: "You are just lying."

He snatched the hair from Beatrice's hands and threw it back behind his back.

"Last time you said you would give me money to buy a dragon, but your brother said that was not the case at all."

Beatrice's voice rose and fell like a spring: "Yes! How! No!"

Roland: “No.”

Beatrice: “Yes!”

Roland: “No.”

Beatrice: “Yes!”

——When Randolph Taylor returned home, he saw two birds, one big and one small, chirping in the room across the easel.

then.

My sister glared at me.

"Where's the dragon's money?!"

Randolph: ...

It's a damn dragon again!!

So, the anger shifted to Roland.

"You bring this up again! Roland!" The blonde girl puffed out her chest and stood in front of Roland with an unsteady center of gravity, shouting angrily, "Brother, you're lying!"

Randolph had to force a smile, bent down and said softly: "I'm not lying, little Betty. That's Roland, this guy is originally-"

"cheat."

"There are no dragons, Betty. There are no dragons in this world."

"cheat."

"There's no dragon, Betty, and we don't owe Roland any money."

Randolph was so entangled that he raised his head and stared at Roland with unfriendly eyes: "Mr. Collins, are there dragons in this world?"

Roland was silent for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and said in a sad voice: "...No, sir."

He muttered and choked: "Just, just pretend it doesn't exist..."

Randolph: ...

Beatrice: My brother is a bad guy!!

Theresa, who was waiting outside the door: …

…………

……

In the end, Beatrice managed to get a hundred pounds from her brother.

She was waving the bill around, and before Randolph could secretly admire her cuteness, he saw his lovely sister running up to Roland and holding out her hand.

"Here!"

She extended her arm.

"Dragon! Roland!"

Theresa bent over to refill Randolph's tea and tried to comfort her little master with her eyes.

"...I give you money every week, Betty." Randolph rubbed his swollen head, a little dissatisfied: "If you must give money to this bad boy, why don't you use your own money?"

Beatrice turned her head, revealing two rows of small white teeth, and smiled brilliantly.

"Money! Mine!"

(That's my money.)
Randolph: ...

In this regard, his sister still meets the characteristics of a Taylor family descendant.

The man, who felt inexplicably relieved, looked past Beatrice, stared at Roland, signaled him with his eyes, and then returned the ticket.

——Then, Roland slowly and calmly put it into his pocket in public.

Theresa covered her mouth with her fingertips, her eyes curved.

"Come, miss, and let your brother have some business with Mr. Collins. We—by the way, will you be willing to make something more of your own hand for these two gentlemen to taste?"

Soon, Theresa used "cooking" to coax Beatrice away.

Randolph and Roland walked across the corridor and returned to the study.

Unscrew the gas lamp.

"…I give you limited edition cigars from time to time, but you still don't let my sister go."

Roland smiled, took out the bank note, put it on the table and pushed it to the other party.

Randolph didn't even look at it, and said sarcastically:

"Take it, Dragon Tamer. Otherwise Betty will start to make a scene - you're not going to complain again, are you?"

Roland said sternly: "Every person of high moral character should keep his promise."

Randolph's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "I didn't promise to buy you a dragon."

Roland: "Miss Bronte just talked to me about something that was bothering her... To be honest, I don't know if I should reveal a lady's thoughts to other men - it's a bit..."

"purchase."

"what?"

"I said dragon, Roland. You need a dragon."

"I do not need?"

"You need it." Randolph said righteously, even banging on the table: "A good executive should have a dragon."

"But how can I let you, the owner of the Taylor family, pay for it?"

Randolph was very angry: "We are friends! Roland, friends! Between friends, how can you care about such a tiny amount of gold dust? For Taylor, the price of the item has never been important."

"Okay." Roland accepted it happily.

Randolph hesitated: "Then, the question that troubles Miss Bronte..."

Roland took the ticket back, put it away, and then revealed the secret: "Miss Bronte said that the kettle at home was cracked, and water always spilled on her hands when she poured it."

Randolph: I think you want to make a crack too.

(End of this chapter)