The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 571: Fat Woman's Intuition
Natalie Benevento doesn't go home often.

Because what Roland saw on the faces of many servants was not familiarity and respect, but a sense of strangeness and a fleeting fear.

The dinner was not sumptuous, at least compared to the dinner at Randolph's house. What Benevento showed Roland was not in line with the level of this family name - Natalie also asked Roland the same question.

"Do you think we should serve our fish on a golden plate?"

"At least it's a gold knife and fork."

Roland's answer caused her to laugh loudly.

Rupert Benevento looked impatient, with his head hung, and was attacking the steak on the plate with a knife.

He seemed to be unable to do anything with his sister.

Also.

How can a child who thinks running away from home is rebellious dare to brag when he meets someone who is so rebellious that he kills people at will?
"I suppose I must begin by apologising to you, Mr. Collins."

Before the meal even began, Natalie Benevento fulfilled her promise.

She pulled herself out of the chair with difficulty, raised her wine glass, and apologized to Roland.

But she didn't really say 'sorry'.

Instead, he repeated what Roland said that day.

"I sincerely hope that I can find a way to compensate you for your loss - both in reputation and in spirit." She put on a smile, used her eyes to stop her brother from opening his mouth, and drank the red wine in the glass.

then.

Put it down and wait for Roland's wrath.

She could accept him smashing plates, overturning tables, and even insulting her or her brother with the most indecent words.

——Because a real tough guy would never touch another tough guy, and a real gentleman would never accept such a poor hospitality and then be designed by the host to be alone with a blasphemer.

This is an insult, a mental torture, and a horrible plague that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

It does not spread through eyes, words or handshakes, but instead implants itself in the most shameful places, and after feeling the warm, stubborn, relentless pumping, it becomes as gentle as a father's firm embrace.

It infects through the stench, through the most chilling and shameful actions.

When it is saturated, the holy cross on top of the church will cause a storm to rise in the clear sky and thunder to appear in the clear sky.

He punishes such an unclean combination that does not follow the principles of all things, staring into their eyes like thieves, waiting for their evil hearts to slip in, and telling these sinners with fire and thunder not to let the embodiment of your power and the handle of your majesty be stained with undigested corn.

(Of course He would not go into such detail.)
(These are all summed up by the priests based on case by case.)
and so.

Natalie could accept Roland Collins's anger, his humiliation and abuse, and even no chance to strengthen their friendship, which had not yet hatched.

She didn't mean to anger an Inquisition executive.

But she always had a special curiosity about Roland Collins - she had seen and used too many men and women, and had smelled more stench beneath the skins than the stink of sewage on the streets of London.

Just like she never tested her father, but only told him "I did something great" after actually finding a man - she believed that actions would get more real answers than assumptions.

Although this approach is dangerous and too arrogant.

But ever since she had seen Roland Collins and glimpsed the shiny spots hidden in his flesh, before she began to question whether she was hallucinating, Natalie Benevento had an unrealistic idea -

So much so that when she thought about it now, she secretly cursed her own 'stupid' idea - this might cause her to offend a ritualist with a bright future.

But just like she had done over the years, she still did it.

She is an 'intuitive' animal.

Based on my intuition, between 'a lady', 'marry a good uncle' and 'mysterious', I chose mystery.

Between resistance and desertion, I chose resistance. Between loyalty and lying, I chose loyalty.

She made many choices based on her intuition, and each one was correct.

Just like the fat on her body, it looks ridiculous, but it is actually an indispensable part of her.

Therefore, due to various choices, Natalie Benevento is what she is today, a ritualist with an eight-ring mentor. No one can talk to her condescendingly like a servant anymore.

They respected her, but not because her last name was Benevento.

Moreover, according to her investigation...

This Roland Collins is a good friend of the Taylor heir.

Who doesn't know that the Taylor family has a 'fool'?
Then.

"You have a way to compensate me for my loss... I mean, the loss of my poor hospitality."

When Roland said this while cutting the steak, a smile of finally seeing the dawn finally appeared on Natalie's fat face.

She seemed to relax suddenly, her hands spread apart in front of the tablecloth, picked up the silver spoon, and scooped out a piece of pudding.

"I do the best I can, Mr. Collins."

Roland nodded and smiled. "My friend, you met Halida. Her brother's body was lost by Mason Lyle. I don't believe a miser would give up the gold pounds he got, even a few shillings or a few pence..."

The fat woman understood and continued, "Where else can you sell a dead baby? It seems the only place you can sell it is the Ring of Eternal Silence."

"I think so, what do you think?"

Under the watchful eyes of the maid, Natalie ate up the bowl of pudding, which shouldn't have been served at the table, spoonful by spoonful.

then.

She ordered two more bowls.

"I like sweets, especially those with a smooth and chewy texture... My father and the servants in this place think that I am not like a lady and discuss me openly or secretly." As her eyes swept across, all the servants lowered their heads in horror.

"Guess what? I love to eat, so I have to eat as much as I can. They can't stop me. Instead, they have to put on a smile and obediently bring me bowl after bowl."

She took the pudding bowl from the maid with a smile and asked gently, "Are you right?"

The maid turned pale with fright and nodded repeatedly.

"You see, sometimes, you don't have to care what they think. As long as you are happy, what do they matter?"

Natalie's words seemed more like they were directed to someone else.

Her brother.

"I have to state that the previous man was indeed given to you, but you didn't use it. That's your problem, Rupert. You're too picky."

She dug a spoonful at a time, smacking her lips from time to time, and thus revealed her brother's 'secret' openly: "But this one is not."

"This Roland Collins is my friend. The reason I asked him to meet you is that I hope you can make a true friend who doesn't look down on you... Rupert, don't make a mistake."

Rupert raised his finger and stirred the thick white soup with a spoon, his eyes gloomy: "I don't need you to care, Natalie. It seems that your father didn't agree to let you go home."

Natalie laughed. "Yeah, of course. But what can he do to me?"

She made a very vivid and provocative expression towards her brother, then suddenly stopped laughing, turned to Roland nervously, and spoke in a 'careless' manner:
"I have a blasphemous brother, Mr. Collins, as you suppose."

"As a sister, what should I do with him?"

(End of this chapter)