The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 591 Ch.590 Fake
"I don't think you're that stupid, Randolph."

Roland ran his index finger across the wooden frame, pinching the gray dust.

The huge, broken anchor was covered with rust and leaned against the corner behind the wooden frame. This was the anchor of Bellows Taylor's first ship in his life. When it could no longer bring wealth to its owner, Bellows kept the anchor after it sailed through the waves on the sea.

"What's 'stupid'?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

Roland meant that since Randolph had discovered the "secret organ" the last time he came, he couldn't possibly keep this treasure in his private vault - waiting for it to be taken away by the Cavendish family?
Although to a certain extent, these upper-class people who call themselves "gentlemen" and "ladies" do have slightly more "morality" than the poor...

That was when the benefits weren’t huge enough.

Roland saw them the same way he had always seen them as a child: frogs in fancy clothes.

A mystical organ is enough to make anyone's heart beat.

Randolph said nothing, waiting silently for Barton to clean the wooden box, take out a small key, and unlock it.

A crystal bottle like a test tube was sunken in the black velvet.

The cork sealed the bottle.

It was filled with sky blue liquid.

……

「Liquid (mixed)」

"Ingredients: water, ink, saliva."

……

"Roland, to be honest, I'm very disappointed." Randolph picked up the thin bottle casually and shook it in his hand, saying with a lack of interest: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told you in advance... maybe I could see your worried look."

Theresa frowned: "Sir."

"He does this to me every time, Theresa, you have to give me a chance to pay it back - I'm a young man too, right?"

The old maid rubbed her forehead, feeling exhausted.

"Sir, you are already the master of the Taylor family, a gentleman, a man who should marry and have children. How can you--"

Before she could finish, Roland roughly snatched the bottle from Randolph's hand.

The young man with golden eyes put it to his nose and sniffed it carefully a few times, then put it to his ear and listened for a while. After a while, his face was filled with gloom.

"Randolph." His voice was hoarse, and there was so much anger in his voice that it seemed as if sparks were spitting out.

"This mystical organ is a fake... Someone stole it and replaced it... This expensive treasure was stolen! Randolph! Damn it! We have to find the thief! Skin him!"

Randolph: ...

Theresa & Barton: ...

Belated performance.

"Mr. Collins..." The maid was a little mad, almost tearing up the lace sticking out of her cuffs: "How old are you two? Can you..."

Randolph curled his lips.

Failed.

He thought he could trick Roland, see him get surprised, anxious, and angry, and then proudly take out the real gun...

damn it.

so close.

Roland smiled and said, "Is this a draw?"

"I'm not competing with you," Randolph said sarcastically, "If you are really a smart person, you should pretend to be 'tricked' and satisfy the person who set up the trap."

"Smart people are too tiring, Randolph. I just want to piss them off to death, not to make him satisfied."

"I suppose so." Randolph snorted, reaching into his inner pocket and pulling out a bottle of similar style.

However, this bottle is more transparent than the one in Roland's hand, and there are patterns carved on the crystal wall.

"Here."

He handed it to Roland. "But you still have to play a trick with me, Roland. Say this is a fake and smash it in public - and from now on, no one will care about it anymore... Ro... Roland?"

As Randolph was talking, he noticed that there was no sound from the other side.

Roland had already stopped smiling. He stood in the shadows, holding the thin bottle quietly, and shook his wrist lightly: "If you are still joking this time, Randolph, you win."

Randolph frowned. "What? Of course not... Wait... Wait a minute, you mean--?"

"what."

Roland shook the bottle, handed it back to Randolph, and nodded slightly.

"That's right, Randolph."

He said.

“This one is fake too.”

…………

……

The second one that Randolph gave Roland was also made of water mixed with ink, but it contained some "drugs" that Wrench couldn't distinguish, making it look more gorgeous and attractive - but it was definitely not a secret organ.

This 'potion' is not simple.

Fooled Patton.

"Because it does exude a secret, sir." Barton wiped his sweat and said in a trembling voice: "I have never seen a secret organ, sir..."

It's like a country bumpkin describes a swan: it's smaller than a pig, but bigger than a mouse.

Roland shook his head to signal him not to be nervous.

"It was last time, Patton." Randolph thought of a lot in an instant.

and so.

The last time they opened the private vault, the mystical organs in this box were already fake.

Who knows the address of Bellows Taylor's beach house, can accurately pass through the secret door in the cellar, through the corridor, without damaging any locks, open the door, without taking away the gold and silver and the valuable poetry and manuscripts, and go straight to the crystal bottle in the wooden box -

After stealing it, he also forged a replica that could fool Patton?
No thief would do such a useless thing.

unless.

"Cavendish." There was no warmth in the young businessman's voice anymore. He could no longer tolerate the stupidity and viciousness of this family - they planned to imprison his father's soul and seize the Taylor family's property, and even did these things without conscience when Randolph opened the door for them.

No conscience.

"So, what are you going to do?" Roland fiddled with the odds and ends on the wooden shelf. Old Mr. Taylor had collected many interesting things.

For example, there is a clockwork man who can walk and hold a gun, with the name of a craftsman branded on his butt; a gold-plated medal for first place in a horse racing competition in a certain year and month, engraved with 'Bellos Taylor'; two broken arrows, with a note next to them saying 'They killed wild boars, one from the ear and the other from the eye'.

"The puppet holding the gun is mine, Roland."

Randolph looked at the little thing that was walking on the wooden frame with a clattering sound. The red paint on its butt had peeled off, revealing the underlying wood.

"My father bought it for me... when I was very young." There was a hint of nostalgia in the man's eyes.

When he was a child, he always pestered his father to buy this and that. Later, he got a small clockwork doll, and he would wind it up all day long. He would sneak into his father's study, put it on his father's desk while he was concentrating on reading the newspaper, and let it make a sound with its claws and teeth bared, to scare the old man...

Haha.

Unexpectedly, this doll entered his private vault and became one of his most precious collections...

Randolph took a deep breath.

"There's no need to resort to ritualistic tactics, Roland. The Cavendish family is not without ritualists. I don't want to see my friends bleed because of these idiots..."

Theresa coughed lightly.

What she meant was: You have Cavendish blood in your veins, too.

"I know. But I hope very much that I don't have such blood." The azure blue in the merchant's eyes was no longer bright, and the mallow color melted along the gap between his pupils.

(End of this chapter)