The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 577 Ch.576 Randolph's News
Although Randolph said he hated Roland (the two of them said this to each other), hated him for always talking about "dragons", and was jealous that he had won the favor of his sister, taking away what a "brother" should enjoy -

Even so.

He still welcomed Roland to his home and hoped that he could visit Beatrice often when he was not busy.

Because every time he appeared, the Taylor family's home was no longer lonely and dull.

It seemed as if the flames in the fireplace were much hotter.

Usually, Roland and Beatrice would sit side by side, each holding their own teacup, and guarding their own cookies and pudding, as well as some small pastries that Theresa had asked the kitchen to make specially. They would take turns eating, and both of them would eat until they looked like they were about to slap their stomachs.

then.

They would go upstairs to paint for a while, leaving Beatrice with some strange "masterpieces", and both of them would be as rosy as roses just picked from the flowerbed.

Then, after washing, it was time for afternoon tea.

Sit in a row and eat cookies.

Theresa and Bronte would serve throughout the process, and Randolph might not be present - but sometimes, even if he was present, he rarely participated in this "family activity":

Always holding a cigar or a teacup, sitting on the piano bench or a distant sofa, quietly gazing at this warm picture.

When he saw Beatrice, he saw himself as a child, and saw the scene of him and his sister pestering their father.

At that time, the flame in the fireplace was warmer and softer than it is now, softer than the most expensive silk nowadays, flowing along the pores, all the way to the heart, and then through the blood vessels, pumping the heat to the whole body.

He was warm all day long.

Like a merry pointed log, he shows off the white smoke coming out of his head everywhere, which is so annoying.

Now…

Yeah.

He once blamed himself, not for his sister's "illness", but for not being able to take good care of the Taylor family's treasure - his too busy life made it impossible for him to switch accurately between business and family. Sometimes, he could see a trace of occasional fear and alienation in Betty's eyes.

Theresa told him privately that a proper man, a brother, should not bring the storm outside into the home and blow on the women who were not affected by the frost.

Randolph was deeply sorry.

But if he slipped into Betty's room in his nightgown, put his arms around her, watched her paint, and apologized softly, his sister seemed to have no idea what he was apologizing for.

Those innocent blue eyes with a hint of purple made him even more anxious and painful.

Until Roland showed up.

this…

this…

Damn dragon breeder.

Thinking of this, Randolph felt both angry and amused.

A fucking broken dragon.

It’s been almost half a year.

If dragons really had a price, Randolph would definitely buy ten of them and park them in front of Collins' drugstore like a carriage to teach him a lesson.

Roland Collins.

What kind of person are you?
More than half of the cigar has lost its honey, and the crisp aroma of nuts is poured into the mouth from the cut.

Randolph held it between his legs and rested it on his knees, quietly admiring the two people laughing and joking in the gentle firelight of the fireplace.

What he could not find in the shop, in the business, in the smoky cargo ship, in the Holy Cross, or even in the noble, humble crown, he found in the wood and the flame on the hearth.

Cheap and unique in the world.

This is also the reason why he did not shy away from letting Beatrice get in touch with Roland:
It wasn't that he had any selfish intentions to marry her, but he smelled Roland's scent, which was very similar to the way he treated Beatrice.

Slow and profound. He communicated with Beatrice in a strange, rude, and even somewhat 'silly' way. Beatrice Taylor could fully receive this language originally used by living beings from heaven and earth - not the sound, eyes, or movements.

It's emotion.

Just like the maid whose name Randolph had long forgotten and who was buried in the garden by him.

Just like the doctor Roland introduced him to.

Like Victor Sala.

They had been through a lot together, and Randolph had reason to believe, and firmly believed, as he jokingly said: their friendship would last until they both ascended to heaven... or went to hell.

and so.

He couldn't get around Roland on this matter.

He had consulted the ritualists at home and heard them talk about the 'value' of this thing - it was as valuable as a 'secret recipe' and 'secret technique', and even harder to find.

The ritualist can start a bloody battle for it, or use it to hire a high-level ring.

This is a real, priceless treasure.

He persuaded Randolph to think twice about it. Since this thing was so hard to find, maybe he could use it to "invest" in a ritualist, or find a better opportunity for Taylor - if he had to use it, he would have to "sell" it for a good price?

Randolph said:
Isn't that what I am doing?
When it comes to investment, you must be targeting an industry that you are familiar with, or someone you are confident and familiar with.

Randolph Taylor didn't know what could be more worthy of investment than the man leaning on the sofa in front of him trying to teach his sister that "brother's money will grow out of the soil by itself, and it will go bad if it is not spent."

There is nothing special about businessmen.

A great businessman only needs a little luck, a normal mind, a little courage, and be careful to cover up the real "secret" that makes him rich when talking about the above.

He waved to Theresa.

soon.

The old maid came up to him in small steps.

"Brothers should spend more time with their sisters."

"I'm afraid I can't stand a dragon keeper chasing debts all day long," Randolph yawned and stood up slowly. "Tell Roland that when he finishes talking bad about me, come to the study. I'll be waiting for him there."

By the time it was time for Beatrice to rest, an hour and a half had passed.

Randolph sat in a high-backed chair, looking through some papers, waiting for Roland to come in, cut out two cigars, and lit them in a silver box.

The smooth lacquered wooden table was furnished with teapots and cups, and a few handy nut pies as a side dish.

In order to prevent the servants from disturbing the two gentlemen's conversation and also to prevent them from being hungry or thirsty, Tereza asked the kitchen to bake two extra plates of bread.

(The main concern was that Randolph would be hungry.)
(Roland's stomach is so full after just one afternoon tea.)
"I was hoping you'd talk to me about something really important, Randolph."

Roland handed him a spear-shaped one and sucked the short and thick one himself.

"What really matters?"

"Like paying off a debt..."

Randolph: ...

"You're turning my sister into a little lunatic."

"Crazy people are happier than normal people. Let her go crazy. The Taylor family should be able to support a crazy girl."

"If I pay off your debt, I might not be able to support you anymore." Randolph rubbed his eyes, pushed the documents on the table aside, and turned his face very slowly. "You should be interested in this matter."

He said.

"Mystical organ."

(End of this chapter)