The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 583 Ch.582 Brighton's Polti

No dynasty remains strong forever.

It also makes sense to replace dynasty with family.

The Cavendish family, famous in Porto Port, is a jewel family whose every cargo ship is said to be loaded with gold, a bottomless pocket that can be squandered until the end of the world.

In just two generations and four or five investments, it has visibly become just another topic of conversation.

They were juxtaposed with low-brow jokes, and every declaration of nobility in their blood became a sharp sword for the sailors to mock them.

"It seems that only noble blood is passed down from generation to generation, but wisdom is not."

"Having such wisdom proves that their bloodline is not noble. Is it true that someone will crawl out of their grave and slap them in the face for telling a lie?"

After a night's rest, Randolph and his party took a carriage to Porto Port the next morning.

The most famous thing about this coastal city, apart from the annoying "sea robbers" who will peck away anything you hold in your hand (as long as it looks like food), is its beautiful, famous pebble beach and the "Royal Pavilion" where the Regent once lived for a long time (but now it has been sold to the city council by the supreme fat girl).

Rather than praising the few sights and scenery here, it is better to silently sigh at Brighton's "prices" -

Since this place is mostly regarded as a holy place for health and vacation by London's upper class, naturally, many affordable products are not so affordable.

For example, the cost of a carriage.

It was even more than one and a half shillings more than London - what was even more surprising was that the Cavendish family did not even send a carriage.

"I used to think that some 'decency' really adds unnecessary trouble to life. But today..." Roland held the handrail of the carriage, shaking his head along with the rude coachman and his horse son. The bowl of chicken soup he drank in the morning churned in his stomach, completely restoring the chicken's miserable life of wandering.

Randolph seemed to have expected this.

Since he woke up, he had not eaten anything except a piece of dry bread, not even water. Beatrice and Theresa also followed his instructions and only sucked a piece of milk gum after getting up.

Roland: "You knew this a long time ago."

Randolph wondered, "Know what?"

Roland: "...I'm going to vomit on you later."

After bumping and shaking for half an hour, the carriage gradually got onto a flat road.

The salty sea breeze seeped in through the window, went into his arms through his sleeves, and hugged the new guest, refusing to let go.

Beatrice pulled open the carriage curtain curiously, pointing to the shop selling fish hooks, and then asking Tereza to look at the sweaty sailors with their shoulder straps tied on.

Porto Porto is more "lively" than London - perhaps because it has more sunshine, or because it is close to the ocean, making it easier for people who live here to listen to the tides. Since Roland got on the right track, everything he saw and heard was so vibrant, which was the opposite of London.

The sun above our heads is blowing the sea breeze, which is mixed with a salty and fishy smell. Hidden in the salty and fishy smell are tiny particles that make people feel happy and laugh heartily. People who smell it speak louder, and when they encounter happy things, they can't help but join in.

This was Roland's first impression of Brighton-Port.

A city that nurtures living people, not an iron coffin like London, where beating hearts are not welcome.

"Big Bird!"

Beatrice pointed to the seagulls preening on the roof.

Theresa hugged her, and the two of them, big and small, shook their heads and smiled like flowers.

"Maybe you should take Betty and Theresa out more often." Roland said to himself: "I plan to find a vacation and take Yam and Uncle on vacation... Find a warm place with delicious food and good wine everywhere..."

Randolph's eyes swelled and he poked his nose with his thumb joint, observing the men on the roadside whose skin was sunburned, the merchants holding straw baskets and hawking their wares, the cats running around everywhere, and the children who were even more annoying than the cats.

The pale golden sunlight penetrates through the sweat and dust, and sprinkles into every free eye.

"…I'm too busy, Roland."

"It's just a suggestion. You don't have to look so ready to die." Roland ran his palm along his neck and down to his lower abdomen, trying to smooth out the chicken carcass that had died unwillingly in his stomach. "If you're too busy, maybe I'll take Betty with me when I'm free."

Beatrice heard her name, grinned, and leaned into Roland's arms: "Where are you going?"

Roland lowered his head and replied softly, "I'll take you on a trip, wherever you want to go." Beatrice thought seriously for a few seconds and said, "A faraway place, okay?"

After the girl finished speaking, she seemed to understand the problem of distance and a worried look appeared on her pouting lips.

"how to get to?"

"If your brother pays off my debt and gives me money, we can go there on a dragon. If he doesn't, and is stingy enough to cover his body in gold, then we can go there in a carriage." Roland winked at her. "I can always find a way to take you there to play... secretly."

Theresa said nothing, but staggered and gave Randolph a look.

"If you had even a third of Roland's ability - in words. You would have been married a long time ago."

Randolph pretended not to understand.

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A seaside manor built in white rock.

When Roland got out of the car with his cane, the chicken soup in his stomach had been shaken evenly. He was sweating a lot, and so was Beatrice, who was clinging to his arm - but as soon as they left the car, Theresa pulled her away from Roland, lifted her hair, and wiped her face with a handkerchief.

Roland looked at the simple and clean buildings and asked: "The Cavendish family?"

"This is the Taylor House, where my father and mother once lived."

Randolph adjusted his collar and put on his top hat in the scorching sun.

He looked a little nervous.

"I won't rush to visit Cavendish. If they are just a little smarter than pigs... No, they don't need to be smarter than pigs, just an average level, they should know what to do."

Randolph glanced at Beatrice and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Come on, Roland. I invited you here and hope to introduce my father to you - the previous owner of the Taylor family, Bellos Taylor."

Bellows Taylor.

What kind of person is this old gentleman?

The man who could create the "Golden Smoke" with his own hands, step on the deck, and roar over the sea with tobacco in his hand - Roland should be similar to Fernandez no matter how he thought about it.

In terms of body shape and personality.

He should be strong and heroic, prefer a pipe to a cigar, always have a lingering salty smell, messy hair, a face full of untrimmed beard, speak in a rough voice, and wear a wide gold ring.

That's what the stories say.

"Those are pirates, not merchants."
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The stories that Yam told me when I was a child are still popular today.

In fact, when the carriage stopped, there was already a servant waiting by the side. The manservant was in line with Roland's imagination, with strong arms that were thicker than Beatrice's waist.

"gentlemen."

The servant had a short flat head, was hunched over, had dark skin, and spoke with a peculiar accent, a tone like the waves of the ocean, long and winding.

"I want a light lunch," Randolph said, not even looking at him, not remembering his name. "Take us to see my father."

The butler pursed his thick lips, glanced at Beatrice and Roland with his small eyes, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"gentlemen…"

He hesitated.

"The master is lost again."

Roland:?
(End of this chapter)