The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 462: Resistance
Roland told Randolph what happened in Innstown.

William is omitted.

But Randolph had long known that the Shelleys had a mine, and he could probably guess some of what Roland didn't say - the problem was:
Lillian Rose Vansittart, when did she become the old pipe's daughter?
"…Two people were walking on the road, I mean walking towards each other. The old man suddenly became ill and shouted in a frenzy, 'Ah! My daughter!' Then Rose also found him and replied with a trembling scream, 'Ah! My father!'"

“So they recognized each other.”

Roland performed with great passion and emotion.

Randolph: ...

"Roland."

"Actually, there are reasons I can't tell you."

"Next time, if there is a reason you can't tell me, please tell me why you can't tell me." Randolph pinched his nose and saw more of his sister's shadow in Roland. If Betty recovered from her "disease", she would end up looking like Roland...

Is it better to recover or not?

"So, the person who caused Sarah to lose her life was the owner of Inns Town, Lord Streeter?"

"Yes."

Randolph tapped the table, lost in thought.

He didn't know much about the Streeters, except that they were related to Chloe.

"Henry Streeter is dead?"

"died."

"You didn't kill him?"

"You didn't even give me the money to buy the dragon, why should I kill for you?"

Randolph grinned, but his mouth seemed to be deflated like a balloon with a hole in it.

He seemed much weaker, for a moment.

"…Thank you, Roland."

"You should thank Rose more."

"I will thank her too," Randolph crossed his fingers and stared at the spot of light left by the fire on the table: "But I also have to thank you, Roland. I know you have suffered a lot in this matter, and I am afraid that the experience is not as 'easy' as you said -"

He raised his head and met the calm golden eyes.

"You risked your life for me and Sarah..."

Roland suddenly smiled. "That's not necessary, Randolph. Mr. Sarah is also my friend, although we both have some 'small opinions' about each other - for example, I think he is a lunatic with his head in a cage, and he thinks I am a fool who would be no different from an animal if I grew hair."

"Art…"

Randolph laughed: "Yes, Roland. He is always like this, thinking that those who are different from him are all fools. Sometimes I don't understand what the difference is between the statues posing in various postures..."

"I also want to pursue that elegance, and want to lament and analyze my own soul like them."

"It's a pity that all that came out was gold sand."

The pointed-faced man shrugged, pretending to be relaxed: "I thought we had a lot of time, a lot of time to spend together. No, Roland, let's not talk about this matter - I will prepare a thank-you gift for you and Rose... Don't refuse, Roland, don't refuse our friendship."

"Randolph."

"Ok?"

"I didn't refuse."

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Since Taylor's family did not own a mine and was not involved in such an industry, Taylor was not interested in it. Regarding the so-called "changing era", his view was:
Every new thing in every era has been claimed to be "changing the times" to a greater or lesser extent.

Some of them really changed, some of them didn’t.

But no matter what, as long as men rule the world, Taylor knows where to make money.

'The world is made up of people. Learn how to deal with people, and you learn how to make money.'

Later, Roland asked if using fists and guns counted as "dealing with people."

Randolph has the final say, but if you really do this, others will treat you the same way - unless, after you do this, you no longer allow others to do so.

When it was time for dinner, the table covered with a tablecloth was piled with dishes:
Bronte coaxed Beatrice into cooking a few dishes in the small kitchen (in order to appease the little one, Theresa told the chefs in the second kitchen to do everything as usual). At the same time, she would put Beatrice's dishes together with those made by the chefs.

Roland was surprised that Randolph's house had several kitchens.

"Roland Roland!"

After another half an hour of washing and dressing, the girl came skipping down from upstairs, with her golden hair tied up behind her head, round and plump, like a restless sugar ball like herself. She half tilted her head, grabbed Roland's hand and shook it back and forth, and began to comment on the dishes on the table as if to take credit.

He was praising me in every word.

"Yeah, that's great, Betty. Are you going to let me guess which dish you made?"

If the process is too complicated, it is definitely not the best.

The Taylors would not let their eldest daughter touch anything dangerous, such as boiling water and flames - rather than 'making' it, it would be more like guessing which dish she 'participated' in (standing by and watching or helping to pass the ingredients).

"I'm afraid I don't have that ability, Betty. If your dishes are better than the chef's, how should I comment?" Roland touched her fingers that were becoming thinner and more bony.

She is growing up.

"Don't be so hard on the servants, young lady." Roland whispered in front of the servants, "If they knew that you could surpass them with just a simple move..."

Beatrice thought about it.

I think what Roland said makes sense.

“…I can’t do this.”

"why?"

“Because they’ll be sad.”

"why?"

"Because, because..." Beatrice frowned and thought: "...because he is not as good as me?"

The maids around her covered their lips.

"You're the best, Betty."

"Roland!"

"I'm not as good as you."

"Really?"

"Really, I could never learn to work in the kitchen. I'm clumsy."

Beatrice looked worried and touched the man's face: "Let me help you!"

Randolph, who was standing by, had a dark face. He glanced at Theresa and winked at her.

Theresa pretended not to see it.

“…Betty, go back to your seat.”

"Oh." The blonde girl looked at her brother with disdain, perhaps wondering in her little head how this pointed-chinned man could not understand the situation at all - she was talking to Roland.

Randolph was always dissatisfied with his sister's attitude towards Roland: "You have to be a little more careful, Betty. Politeness, politeness, politeness to strangers."

"Roland is not!"

"Not what?"

Beatrice seemed to have difficulty saying the word "stranger". After hesitating for a long time, she had to use her knife and fork to gesture as if to vent her anger.

The Taylors always have a good dinner.

In addition to poultry, today there is also fish and shellfish - shrimp and blue crabs.

Roland had seen and tasted it at some banquets.

But perhaps they were of different kinds, those were red, while the ones at Randolph's today were bluish.

"What's the difference between blue crabs and regular crabs?"

Roland asked as he picked up the long clip.

He didn't notice Randolph's hesitant look.

then.

A crab, holding the claws with its pincers.

Roland:?
Crab:?
Roland: ...

Crab:!
Vegetables...will they resist?
“…I’m afraid it’s hot.”

Beatrice stared at Roland with her big, watery eyes and gave her sincere answer to the crab that was dying but still able to resist.

Randolph was standing by, covering his face with his hands and laughing.

(End of this chapter)