The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 580 Ch.579 That's why

Randolph didn't know whether money could make things happen.

But money can at least make a respectful gentleman or a faithful lady commit adultery with you.

A large amount of wealth can change the topography, the celestial phenomena, and even the rules of operation of everything visible or invisible. It can make deep lakes and long rocks and rivers, and make waves on flat ground. It can make the hard become soft, the cowardly die, the obedient become arrogant, and the arrogant flatter.

It exists in expensive and exquisite boots, in the crisp sound of clinking glasses, in women's half-untied hairbands and in men's armpits that turn from fishy to sweet.

It makes people call him 'Hey', 'Randolph', then 'Taylor', 'Mr. Taylor', 'Lord Taylor', 'Your Excellency', then 'Master', even 'My Lord', 'Father', 'My Lord' -

But if these yellow little things were gone, these names would be reversed, from the end to the front.

It can't make flowers bloom or wither, but it can make the woman you're pursuing decide to no longer like flowers from now on.

This sometimes visible and sometimes invisible thing, the dust scraped off during every transaction, is soaked by London's perennial rainy weather, flows in the mud, twists and turns through puddles and pipes, accumulates in the corners of people's hearts, and waits for a cloudless sunny day to be evaporated by the scorching sun into inhalable gas.

They are completely rooted in the flesh and blood and never leave.

There are no doors.

This is also the reason why Randolph pursues wealth but is afraid of it - perhaps he is not afraid of it, but is just afraid of the days without it.

And Cavendish was once its master, who mastered it like a skilled shoemaker masters a ruler and a chisel, used it, and transmitted power to the surroundings through it, causing more and more people to be infected with this disease that cried and laughed at the same time.

Roland noticed that Randolph used the word 'once'.

"That is to say."

"Oh, that's right." The young master of the Taylor family sat in the soft chair, a cold sneer on his face.

I don’t know who cursed me, or maybe the gods were unhappy with me.

After marrying Bellows Taylor and giving birth to Beatrice, the fate of the Cavendish family ushered in a huge turning point:

The consecutive investment failures were like a hammer hitting me on the head.

They could no longer proudly ask visitors to ask sailors or newsboys to get that nice last name from them.

"Ocean trade? Five consecutive shipwrecks in one year completely destroyed their fleet."

Randolph narrowed his eyes and described lightly the process of the family's downfall.

"Later, the treasury was opened early, and large sums of gold pounds were sent to the ranch. You may not have heard of the horrific epidemic that killed all the cattle and sheep, and the black smoke from burning them lasted for half a month."

"A huge gamble, an investment in the war. Just as those masters sent our young men to the grave, the Cavendish family's wealth was buried in Kabul."

The more Roland listened, the weirder his expression became.

This…

This is too unlucky?
"I don't like the Cavendish family very much, including my mother. You know what they say? They say that it was all caused by Jocelyn Cavendish marrying Taylor - they think it's my father's fault, that the Taylor family's 'blood' is unclean."

Roland was silent for a moment, and he actually wanted to agree with their opinion - how could someone be so unlucky?

Ocean trade does have some risks. On the sea, it is difficult to say which is more deadly, natural disasters or man-made disasters - sometimes they arrive and leave at the same time.

Can…

Five times in a row?

"Fuck you, Roland."

Roland:?
"I did not say anything."

"You've already shown it on your face!" Randolph said angrily, "This has nothing to do with Taylor. Who knows what they did in private..."

Although he was not very confident when he said this.

"My father has been recuperating in Brighton since he got sick. For some reasons - in addition to what I told you before, he himself does not want to leave Brighton and Port Port. So..." Randolph crossed his fingers: "That's why I have to leave London every month to visit him."

Roland nodded, indicating that he understood: "You plan to hand over the collection in your private library to me. I think the Cavendish family will have a different view... Although it belongs to your father, it will belong to you in the future."

"To be honest, I haven't figured out what to do with it." Randolph was a little irritated: "If I had known it was so valuable, I wouldn't have let the Cavendish family's servants hold the lamp."

It's not that Randolph necessarily doubts the morality of the Cavendish family (even if he hates them), and one or more padlocks will not stop a 'fully armed' thief.

But the value of this thing is too high, beyond Randolph's imagination.

Like spices on a corpse.

It can indeed cover up the odor and maintain decency in a short period of time.

But after half a month, you won't want to put your nose close to it anymore.

"For the sake of my father and mother, I have taken good care of Cavendish in business over the past few years. However, I can't guarantee that those confused little piglets won't be planning something bad in their minds. Roland, I need to get rid of this trouble completely. And you just happen to need it."

Roland laughed. "Why do you always talk about 'help' as if it were a deal? I've seen a bit of the world. If the Taylor family really wanted to sell the secret organ in a big way, you must have a better choice - a better choice than giving it to an executive officer."

Roland didn't like this about Randolph.

You can say he is 'considerate and considerate', or you can say he has a bit of a cute 'proud temperament' - he always likes to 'calculate' about things and then open his hands to tell you that this is fair.

In fact, it was just being fair on his part.

Just like the "Fountain of Youth" and the previous "Ocean Trade", overall, Randolph Taylor paid more and gained relatively less.

But he thought it was 'fair', the fairness seen through the glass of friendship.

The same goes for this mystical organ.

It was obvious that he wanted to give it to Roland, but he was worried that he "couldn't bear it", so he said something like "I just happened to get rid of it, and you just happened to need it" - he turned the gift into a deal that satisfied both parties.

He treated himself like this, and he treated Bronte the same way.

"If Miss Bronte thinks you are 'attractive' like this, she must be blind."

Randolph was stunned.

How did the topic turn to Bronte?
"I'll give you a reasonable reward, Randolph." Roland knocked on the table.

Randolph waved his hands impatiently: "We are friends. I talked to you for an hour, and it didn't help at all? The Taylor family doesn't have a ritualist. No matter how precious this thing is, it has no meaning to me."

Roland asked him why he didn't give the secret organ to the ritualist who was protecting him closely.

Randolph gave Roland a meaningful look.

"Anyone's loyalty has a price. Barton will not betray me because he can enjoy treatment that even a small noble cannot enjoy - servants, endless gold pounds, and an identity that can travel freely in London..."

"Plus, my father saved his mother and took care of his family."

"Patton will not betray me..."

“Not to a certain extent.”

Randolph spread his hands: "The more this is the case, the more I can't give this treasure to him."

Roland wondered: "Why?"

Randolph stared into Roland's eyes for a long while, then gave an incoherent answer.

"that's why."

(End of this chapter)