The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 579 Ch.578 Cavendish
Roland thinks Randolph has some potential to be like Theresa.

Maybe it's because they have been together for too long that they are becoming more and more alike in many aspects.

Before talking about the so-called "business", he warned Roland in various ways, repeatedly talking about the methods of the "masters", and warned him that if he fell into the eyes of those people, there would be ways to make him live a life worse than death - even if he had the support of the Inquisition, not everything in this world was judged by force.

even though.

The Inquisition is not the most powerful one.

Roland said he knew, and Randolph asked in return, if you knew, why did you tell me.

Roland felt more and more that hiring a housekeeper who didn't talk much was the right decision.

How can this gentleman be so eloquent?

"So, what's going on?"

"Mystical organ, Roland," Randolph said, his words as precise as a freshly adjusted pocket watch. "An mystical organ, from the Taylor family collection."

Roland was not surprised that a family like the Taylors had such a treasure. He was just surprised that the Mystic Organ had never been used - this thing was not a good collectible.

It fears time and loses in competition.

Like guns, leaving it in a dusty treasure chest does not make it more intimidating to the enemy.

"If my father hadn't been sick, I probably wouldn't have known that the Taylors had such a collection."

After Bellos Taylor fell ill, he took over the Taylor family nearly two years ago, including the industry, shares and some precious artworks - among which was Bellos Taylor's private library. The items inside were of varying values, and some were old, rusty or stained with ink, and even difficult to identify.

There was a note at the bottom of the box that contained the "secret organ".

Obviously, he knew how to read and could ask questions with his mouth.

—— Roland could understand why Randolph concealed Bellows' illness. He asked him if he had consulted Edward Snow, perhaps the doctor had some "unique" methods.

"It's worse than that, Roland."

Randolph had, of course, asked Edward.

After his "treatment" of Beatrice began to show results, Randolph found a day off to entertain him under the pretext of a banquet - he gave Edward Snow all the daily records of his father's illness, including what he had seen and what the servants had collected.

The result was worse than he imagined.

"He won't live much longer."

Randolph lowered his eyes and spoke indifferently, just kneading the cigar hard, making a "crackling" sound.

"Mr. Snow said that my father was suffering from more than one disease. It was like a living fetus parasitic in his flesh and blood, constantly absorbing nutrients from his body - they might be everywhere, or they might be in just one fixed place."

"Mr. Snow gave me two solutions to this problem."

Randolph looked gloomy.

"Or you can perform a resection. Cut open his stomach, expose his internal organs to the view, use the brightest light to extinguish the shadows, use your fingers to search in the slippery soil, find the lesion, and cut it off with a knife..."

"Or, take some painkillers... and pray to the Father of All Things every day—" Randolph paused: "I added the last sentence myself."

This was the only solution Edward Snow could offer.

Take risks, the results are unknown, either quick life or quick death.

Another safe option, but with a doomed outcome.

As for the ritualists, there is no need to say more.

Aside from the Death Season, the only thing the followers of the Holy Cross can do is not much different from laudanum - "saints" can heal wounds and restore people's spirits, but they cannot take away a living fetus that is parasitic in flesh and blood, and after gluing its belly shut, guarantee that it will not have other problems.

Roland thought that Randolph should know better than himself whether the high-level ritualist had the ability to cure his father.

He had already tried his best. "I wanted to take him back to London for recuperation, but he was reluctant to leave the city: every afternoon after tea, he would go to the port to enjoy the sea breeze."

Randolph looked tired. "Plus my aunt's strong request made it impossible for me to refuse. In Port of Brighton, no one is more powerful than the Cavendish family."

Cavendish?

Roland had never heard of this last name.

"Not in London." Randolph absolutely disliked this surname, Roland could see that when he mentioned 'Cavendish' and 'Port Port', his expression revealed a complex disgust.

"My mother's name was Cavendish. I never told you about her, did I?"

Randolph certainly never told anyone about his and Beatrice's mother.

Even if Roland had heard a few words from Theresa, he would only have said that she was "dead". The second young lady of the Cavendish family seemed to only stay in the portrait by the fireplace in the main hall, with a stern face, pursed lips, her hand on Randolph's shoulder, far away from Beatrice.

Perhaps it was the painter's fault, but Roland could often see a heart-pounding light in her motionless eyes.

This reminded Roland of the monastery that Shandel had taken her to, where the nuns walked silently with pale faces.

"my mother…"

Randolph stammered and tapped his thumb a few times: "I don't like Beatrice very much."

Roland replied softly: "I think this should be the best result."

He means.

If you just stop at "dislike", that would be the best outcome - and if you want to say that, I certainly won't delve into what really happened behind the scenes, making it difficult for you to comment on this lady who is so important and honorable to you.

Randolph glanced at Roland, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

He heard it.

However, it is too crude.

"I know you tried your best, Roland," he put down the half-burned cigar and picked up the kettle to fill two cups with tea: "Yes, my mother not only disliked Beatrice, but also believed that giving birth to such a "freak" would bring shame to the family and tarnish her surname..."

"She felt that this was all from my father's tainted blood, a mistake that should not have been brought together."

Randolph sneered: "She didn't make any mistakes at all."

He said.

"If it weren't for Theresa, Beatrice would have been thrown away somewhere..."

This is also the reason why Randolph Taylor wanted Theresa to continue serving him and his sister.

In a sense, this loyal and upright lady did save Beatrice Taylor's life.

Roland thought.

Regarding the relationship between Randolph and his mother, there are some feelings and opinions that should not be evaluated by outsiders, and it is definitely not just because of Beatrice.

When talking about my mother, we have to talk about the Cavendish family behind her who was entrenched in Brighton Port.

Randolph told Roland.

This noble family, who was the first to start ocean trade, was even richer than the current Taylors. They controlled the coastline of Brighton, making it rise when the tide rose and recede when the waves receded. If you ask any sailor rubbing sweat salt in front of the fish stall, or a child who is too young to know the difference between boys and girls, who is the most powerful in Porti.

You will get the same answer.

Cavendish.

(End of this chapter)