The Secret Code of Monsters.

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You need to take a train to Brighton.

Roland knew the route well.

But this trip was more "bloated" than usual: in addition to Randolph and Roland, there were two other people who shouldn't have been on the bus.

Theresa, and the girl who grew up too fast in the mouth of the spanner: Beatrice Taylor.

(Patton was not included.)
Randolph told Roland that he had a bad feeling and hoped to let his sister meet their father to avoid any regrets - Theresa did this to take care of Beatrice.

Roland asked Randolph why he didn't bring Miss Bronte with him.

Randolph told him to get lost.

The ticket was bought for the afternoon of the third day, for the highest-end carriage.

Roland asked for leave from Fernandez in advance and asked Shandel about the surname Cavendish.

It is said that every one of the members of this family is unlucky.

In addition to the second daughter Jocelyn Cavendish who died of illness after marrying Taylor, the eldest son Alan Cavendish also drank too much on his birthday one year, got up drunk at night, and fell headfirst into a dung bucket.

When the servant knocked on the door in the morning but received no response, he dug out his master, who had already eaten and drunk his fill and was as stiff as a stone, from the bucket.

The third daughter, Bethany Cavendish, did not suffer from any disaster and married John Long Haldane, a well-known local rich man. However, in the following years, they suffered repeated failures in business, but they kept trying again and again.

It soon fell into decline.

Just like Randolph's unspoken words.

Aunt Bethany took such good care of Bellows Taylor that she claimed that she didn't want to let the poor old man return to the polluted air of London for emotional reasons...

In fact, the main reason for keeping him in Brighton was that they hoped that little Taylor would take care of her husband and sons' business out of kindness.

Finally, there is the youngest child of the Cavendish family, the fourth son: Jeff Cavendish.

Shandel couldn't say anything, so Randolph gave Roland a detailed description of what this "big shot" had done in the carriage.

Jeff Cavendish, as you can tell from his last name, is the only legitimate male heir of the Cavendish family. His eldest brother left in disgrace, and distant relatives were eyeing him covetously. After his father's death, he quickly took over the family business:
An industry that has been ruined to the point where nothing is left.

A broken ship, a few contracts and a small share, and four or five pieces of land, which were considered to be quite profitable for the poor.

He calmly accepted the fact that the Cavendish family had fallen on hard times, and soon started a human trafficking business with his cronies. As the previous generation of Cavendish had left behind many connections in Port Vila, Mr. Jeff's small business was doing quite well for a while.

however.

A few years later, Scotland Yard was reformed.

No one dared to take the risk to help a family that had long been in decline.

He changed his profession and started a women's business: there must be ships in the port, so there must be shipmen and sailors. He captured a group of girls and cooperated with some captains, paying 4 shillings per person, provided that they were provided with food and drink and could sleep in the sailors' hammocks.

You can do whatever you want during this period.

This business is neither good nor bad, but it is safer than transoceanic trade. The only smart thing about Jeff Cavendish is that he has never touched this business since the shipwreck.

But later on, this little profit was no longer enough to cover his expenses.

So, Randolph's "help" came -

He authorized the Cavendish family (Bethany also had it) to open the "Golden Smoke" in Port Port, and with the addition of land and some small shares, the income was enough for Jeff Cavendish to marry, have children, and live better than 99% of the people.

Randolph told Roland that he had calculated Jeff Cavendish's income.

Even if he lay there doing nothing, the gold pounds that rolled into his pocket were enough for him to find ten girls every day - even if his thing was made of iron, otherwise he would not be able to spend all the gold pounds before it rusted.

Then, comes the funny part.

Logically, Taylor helped him and the Cavendish family, and should be rewarded - praise, letters every holiday and small gifts accompanying the letters to express gratitude.

No.

Not only that, he even used gold mixed with copper as payment for Randolph's goods. "That little rascal was like this when he was young. My father reminded me of this a few years ago when he was still healthy."

Randolph sneered.

Bellows Taylor had dealt with Jeff Cavendish before and knew that he had a private business that was not illegal: using some cheap metals, wrapping them into lifelike gold jewelry and selling them.

If you know it is not gold, the price is one thing; if you do not know it, the price is another.

As for any issues that arise after the sale...

Randolph had warned him and had considered severing ties with the family completely.

But considering his own and his father's reputation - Cavendish married off his second daughter before Taylor became successful, and he was not stingy in providing help.

Today, Cavendish is in dire straits, but Taylor turns a blind eye.

Obviously this cannot be done.

If there were any troublemakers, the name Taylor would appear in the newspapers.

——In order to pursue Bronte, Randolph also made special efforts to understand these critics who wielded their pens.

Turns out, the possibility is very high.

Before the train started, Theresa arranged everything she needed for the journey.

Tea, biscuits, bread, sliced ​​bacon.

Soft pillows to prevent bumps, aromatherapy to dispel the strange smells in the box, soft-soled indoor shoes for the gentleman and lady to relax their feet, and a small square blanket.

Flowers for decoration, two 'ethical' storybooks, documents that Randolph might need, a dish stove to warm his hands, a brick-shaped calculator in a briefcase, two bottles of sleeping pills, two slightly different hats...

Roland once advised Randolph whether he should bring a few more servants to help Theresa share the burden.

But the old maid replied:

"No one else is needed for these things, Mr. Collins. I only complain that I was not told in advance, otherwise, I would not have been so unseemly missing something. There are still many things I haven't had time to prepare..."

Roland: ...

It seemed to him that if it were not too much, Theresa would have moved half of the bedroom onto the train.

Randolph held up the lens and buried his head in the pile of documents that Roland couldn't understand. "It's nothing. It doesn't cost much. When we get to the station, the Cavendish family's servants will come to pick us up. Strength and manpower are never issues that a servant should consider."

Theresa nodded happily, hinting to Roland that doing things personally would not prove anything.

Sometimes, being able to keep servants busy is the true upbringing of a gentleman - otherwise they will get paid but enjoy the life of a master, and sooner or later they will ruin themselves.

"You're blaming me for carrying a suitcase for you."

Theresa smiled falsely: "I'm worried about tiring you out."

Roland covered his mouth with his chin in his hand and whispered to Beatrice beside him: "Teresa at home is completely different from Theresa outside. Betty, they might be twins."

Beatrice's eyes widened in surprise: "Really?"

"Really," Roland nodded. "Another Theresa is taking care of your little brush at home, but I'm not sure if she can take good care of it..."

After hearing this, Beatrice immediately turned her head and pleaded with the old maid with her watery eyes wide open.

"I want to go home."

Theresa: ...

Mr. Roland Collins.

(End of this chapter)