The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 582 Ch.581 Super Hairbrush

The distance from London to Brighton is not too far.

Roland and Beatrice took a nap wrapped up like two fluffy cat tails. When they opened their eyes again, the train was already approaching the city.

Randolph was holding his coffee with a tired look on his face, staring at his reflection in the glass.

He just finished.

"You should get some sleep." Roland yawned and pressed his finger on the nose of the girl who was snoring softly on his shoulder. "Her Majesty the Queen is not as busy as you, Randolph."

"Because too many people are worried about the future of this country for her," Randolph put down his coffee cup, turned his face, and looked at his sister who was still talking softly. "If I don't finish this, I will have nightmares when I sleep."

"You are a qualified heir, but even for Beatrice, you have to pay attention to your health."

"Fatigue won't harm my health. It's not like I don't have time to rest." Randolph disagreed with Roland.

He is a staunch advocate of short sleep, believing that sleeping too long will damage the brain and corrode the spirit. If people sleep too long, over time, they will no longer be smart.

"Maybe." Roland lazily leaned on the cushion, his limbs as if they were separated from his torso, each posing in different paralyzed positions according to his own ideas: "But no one can stop me from sleeping... I can sleep ten hours a day... at least."

Randolph said calmly, "No wonder your mind is so sincere. It seems that this schedule is consistent with my judgment of 'sleep' - what they say does make sense."

Roland squinted his eyes: "Respect your creditors, Taylor."

Randolph was too lazy to argue about this topic and took out his pocket watch to look at it.

"You know, they're going to try out a new fuel on their trains soon."

"what?"

"White ore." Randolph snapped the cover shut, his eyes gloomy. "I heard from the shareholders. The material is rare, and the energy it produces is many times stronger than the current trains..."

As a businessman, he couldn't understand those professional terms. He only knew that this thing had killed his friends and might kill more people in the future.

"He said, 'A new era is coming' - unless he was sober, because a train that gets faster is not a 'new era'."

"I remember telling you," Roland sat up slightly, pressed the sofa, and rubbed his butt upwards: "In Mining Town, the lady also said that white ore has an 'irresistible' power."

"New Era..." Randolph murmured, imitating the man's tone. The cooling sunset fell on his pale skin, and he sighed tiredly, "I hope they can solve the problem of the infectious disease before letting us welcome the 'New Era'... New Era."

Randolph is pessimistic about this.

"And all those useless inventions... No one has to read in the shower. Is this the new age?"

As for those "researchers" and "inventors", Randolph thought that except for a few who were truly knowledgeable, most of them were just sensationalists, just like those who ran errands for banks, showing off their abilities and hinting at investment, as if missing out on their inventions was equivalent to missing out on India.

Businessmen are not fools.

"How are bathing and reading connected?" Roland had never heard of such a thing. When he heard Randolph describe the wooden frame around his neck, he wanted to laugh: "There are many inventors who have come to Taylor, right?"

The most outrageous thing, Trisha said, was the 'super hair brush'.

"What hairbrush?" Roland's eyes lit up.

When Randolph mentioned this word, his expression became visibly unnatural: "What a boring invention, Roland. We are almost there, why not collect it——"

Roland nodded: "I want to hear the story of the hair comb."

Randolph: "I mean, it's getting late--"

Roland: "The story of the hair comb."

Randolph: "Roland—"

Roland: "A hair comb."

Beatrice clutched Roland's sleeve sleepily, as if she was woken up by these two annoying brothers. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked over in a daze: "...Brusher?"

Randolph: ...

Ok.

So, with permission, Theresa whispered to Roland that because of this "hair comber", Randolph almost invested money in the scammer at that time - but it was normal, as a man, it was difficult to understand the details of women combing their hair. He thought that with a huge roller full of wooden teeth, a joystick, and a crazy maid, this process could be compressed from 40 minutes to 5 minutes.

Theresa didn't say anything at the time, but after everyone left, she silently took Randolph upstairs and asked him to comb Betty's long hair, which had not been combed and oiled by the maid in advance.

'That thing will rip your scalp off.'

Randolph glared at Theresa and said in a hard voice, "So this also proves that the vast majority of 'inventors' are stupid. They don't even have any common sense."

Roland quipped, "Yeah, my brother, just like you."

Anyway, the hairbrush wasn't important; all that mattered was that Roland knew that Randolph had almost done something stupid.

This joke will keep him telling for the rest of his life.

Roland lowered his head: "Your brother wants to harm you."

Randolph: ...

I just fucking know it.

The train soon pulled into Brighton. In the evening, the river breeze was mixed with a hint of saltiness.

This place was still some distance from Porti Port, so they needed to rest for a night and set off for Porti early the next morning. At the station, Roland met the servants of the Cavendish family.

Jeff Cavendish did not appear.

This was somewhat beyond Roland's expectations: no matter how 'sincere' his mind was, he could roughly tell from Randolph's description that the fourth son, Jeff Cavendish, was completely dependent on Taylor, and the largest part of his annual income also came from Golden Smoke.

Even if you are not there...

We should also send a butler.

No.

There were only three servants in tattered smocks at the station, who looked unpresentable in any way - one of them was holding two bags of 'gifts': they were obviously candies and shortbread bought at the last minute.

This is really...

It's hard to describe.

Roland had never met such a 'smart' person.

Just as he was thinking that there might be something wrong with Jeff Cavendish's head, the butler who got out of the car and came towards him - the butler holding two bags of "gifts" spoke before Randolph:

"Welcome, Mr. Taylor! This is a 'little' gift that my master, Mr. Jeff Cavendish, repeatedly asked me to bring you."

Enthusiastic enough.

Roland knew Randolph's expression without even looking.

Tip: If the gift is already small and inexpensive enough, don't emphasize the 'small' gift.

Randolph did not reach out to take it, but just looked at the servant in front of him quietly without saying a word.

Obviously, the servant had been given instructions.

He quickly became sad, and in public at the station he cried to Randolph about his master's difficulties, the disaster of the Cavendish family, their former glory, and the help they provided before and after Bellows Taylor got married...

Randolph was indifferent at first, but as he listened, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

What should I do with such stupid relatives?
Roland was truly enlightened this time.

He even dared to bet that even if there was no so-called "disaster", with such a "talented" offspring like the Cavendish family, the fate would not be any different from today.

Two small pockets of presents, not exceeding 3 shillings.

Excellent.

(End of this chapter)