The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 573 Ch.572 Greg Benevento

"…Roland Collins, the Ritualist who joined Fernandez de Winson's team, along with Cinder Kratov - you know what those two represent."

The brother and sister sat opposite each other in the room.

When there are no outsiders around, they can still chat calmly.

"What does it mean?" Rupert leaned back like a lady, his legs crossed, his swan-like neck slightly raised, his fingers pinching the cup handle, taking a sip from time to time, "I mean that I, a blasphemer, a colorful monster, should listen to you and make friends with these beasts who like to burn people to death with fire?"

Natalie turned her hand over, looked at the back of her hand and the sparkling gem rings on her fingers, and replied absentmindedly: "It represents a possibility, Lulu. I never asked you to do this, but Roland Collins is different..."

"I don't think he's any different." Rupert raised his eyebrows and sneered, "He's just like those men, trying to curry favor with you, wanting to kneel down and beg you to open your arms so that he can shine the light on the sweatiest part—"

When he said this, he seemed to feel sick of himself. He put down the teacup in disgust and rubbed his fingers.

Natalie couldn't stop laughing.

"I begged my mentor to let you join the Ring of Eternal Silence. If you had agreed, your life would have been more interesting now."

Rupert ignored her.

"Tell me the truth, Lulu. Roland Collins gives me a different feeling," Natalie said before her brother could say, "How can it be different?" "You know my ability, Lulu. I have done nothing wrong."

Her serious expression also made Rupert put away his contempt.

He was also a ritualist, and of course he knew about his sister's special 'ability' - it was not a real power, or it was not certain whether it existed or not: but his sister had used this power to turn danger into safety many times, and among some seemingly simple choices, she decisively chose the most foolish path.

But in the end, she was always proven to be right.

Rupert was silent for a while, then he managed to say: "...I don't need friends."

"I didn't say you had to be his friend, Lulu. The name Benevento doesn't shine on you and me - how can you think we are qualified to be friends with an executive, a man favored by Enid Jutia?"

"You've seen what he looks like. Do you think he'll lack friends?"

Natalie stroked the yellow diamond ring on her ring finger. The gem, like Collins' eyes, stood out among all the gems.

"I just heard a voice."

"Or, a fantasy, non-existent 'ability' told me."

"I followed my instincts, not knowing what the consequences would be - this time is different because it's about you."

Rupert did not appreciate his sister's "deep affection" because he knew what kind of person she was.

"If you hadn't told everyone, I'd be better off than I am now."

"What should I do?" Natalie propped up her head with the heel of her palm. The flickering firelight made her fat face look a little eerie. "Wait a few more years and find a woman to marry?"

This sentence completely ignited the powder keg.

Rupert raised his head suddenly, his beautiful face now as ferocious as a beast that was ready to devour its prey: "Should I find a man to marry? Who? To be blessed at the Holy Cross? You know everything! You know I'm a monster! You know everything!"

"You know I won't hug anyone from behind! Never! I hope someone will hug me from behind! My dear sister, you never seem to understand the difference between us. You always think that I have the same 'courage' as you——"

"You are so smug that you feel you have fought against some invisible or visible force, and you are trying to pass this 'power' to your brother - do you think we are the same?!"

"You want me to kneel down on the bed and show you how we're different?!"

The more he spoke, the more obscene his words became. When he pushed aside the veil called 'shame', he saw that there was not a pretty girl behind him.

It was just a mass of rotten flesh dripping with blood and violence.

A nameplate was inserted into the rotten meat, which read: Rupert Monster Benevento.

His shrill voice completely opened up to roar, but this time, it sounded more like a woman than before when he squeezed.

A hysterical woman.

He pulled out his tied white hair, and tears of blood mixed with visceral fragments almost shed from his pink eyes.

He loathed his sister.

He hated the way she was always so complacent, showing off in front of him as if she had done something great, and she would lean over and encourage him in a soft voice: If I can do it, why can't you?

He wished she would never appear again and get out of London completely.

Get out of his life.

"Don't talk to me again! And don't--"

thump.

Heavy footsteps pounded the second floor.

dong dong.

From far to near.

thump.

The man has a pair of long legs.

Boom boom. It's here soon.

He pushed open the half-open door with his fingers.

A man over six feet tall, with his shirt tucked in and a grey waistcoat over his trousers.

His hair was parted straight and clearly, as if the direction it should go was determined before he was born - he had a pair of narrow, slanted eyes similar to Rupert and Natalie's, and he looked at people with the same indifference.

"I remember my father said he didn't want to see you at home."

His voice was like a very thin blade, and every word seemed to cut the previous one, making both long and short sentences sound neat and harsh - there was probably a ruler in his throat, measuring the degree before he spoke.

"If he blinds himself, he won't be able to see me anywhere." Natalie put away the pipe she was about to take out in disappointment and glanced at her brother who was squatting with his knees hugged. "If you are also blind, I can do it for you, Greg."

Greco Benevento.

The Duke's eldest son and future heir to the House of Benevento.

He is also the brother of Natalie and Rupert.

"I heard that there are 'guests' today?" He pulled at his high collar and unbuttoned two buttons with one hand: "Your hobbies are getting wider and wider, Natalie. But I don't want you to mess up the house - especially the manor in Benevento."

"You have to have some other place, right?"

Natalie walked slowly to her brother, raised her head and smiled: "You'd better not mess with me, Greg. Don't think that Benevento will be different just because you licked the carpet stepped on by a crowned woman - what you did will not add to the honor of the family, but will drag us into the abyss together..."

"Do you often feel smug in the middle of the night, curled up in the quilt and enjoying yourself, while thinking about how to compliment that woman tomorrow?"

Greg raised an eyebrow—the same motion his brother did.

It's just that he seemed more cold and less hysterical when facing his sister.

"While the whole of London was discussing your romantic affairs, no one had the foresight to see your wisdom..." Greg lowered his eyes: "...or do you have no wisdom at all?"

Natalie sneered, pushed him away and walked towards the door.

"Lulu."

Just before leaving, she suddenly stopped.

"You can write to the Taylors, and that interesting gentleman will receive it - if you really want to jump out of the rabbit hole instead of suffocating in it."

“The world outside is much more exciting than you think.”

The curled up girl said nothing.

"And you, Greg." Natalie tapped her brother's forehead with her fat finger. "If I hear you and that old man talking about me again and trying to get your hands on the 'property' I left at home, I will ask the tutor to tear your head off and put it in my room as a footstool."

Greg sneered: "Do you think that no one dares to provoke the "Eight Rings"? It's just the Eight Rings, not immortality. Natalie, you seem to-"

"Today's visitor is Roland Collins, the executor of the Inquisition. His mentor is Enid Jutia... the Eight-ringed Holy Flame, a 'insignificant', 'anyone dares to provoke', 'not immortal' ritualist."

Natalie interrupted her brother and told him happily: "Go and try how powerful your 'no one dares to mess with you' is, Greg. I want to see how long the Benevento family's estate can burn - oh, my dear brother, you won't... dare?"

Greg was silent.

"madness."

She exhaled through her nose, swayed her hips and twisted her way out the door.

The sound of bang bang bang made the stairs wail again.

"…So, you became friends with an executive."

Greg didn't speak again until the annoying voice completely disappeared.

Facing his brother's back, his expression was somewhat complicated.

"I haven't made any friends," Rupert replied quietly.

"Very good. Monsters shouldn't have too many friends. You know, although Benevento took you in and let you enjoy a life that you shouldn't have enjoyed - if you have a conscience, you would never bring shame to your family name, right, Rupert."

Rupert said nothing.

"Take off your stupid skirt, and don't let me catch you asking the maid to borrow that face powder again..."

Greg knew he wouldn't get a response, so he slowly backed out and closed the door from the outside.

The woman who was waiting for him was the one who led Roland today.

His personal maid and future housekeeper of Benevento.

“…Miss, you look very beautiful today. That skirt fits you well.” The cold maid’s voice was much gentler when she treated her master.

Greg glanced at her.

"There is no more chance."

“…Yes, sir.”

(End of this chapter)