The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 601 Ch.600 Natural Selection (Qi)

Taylor will help us.

I am Yihuan, a ritualist with a promising future, his future wife, and a primitive person of noble blood.

If Taylor had not had the help of the Cavendish family, he would still be digging coal and pushing carts somewhere. How could he have the respectability he has today?
Moreover.

I fully meet the requirements of being an excellent wife and a family angel. Even if I were in London, there would be many people writing to invite me - I also have a fourth-ring mentor, the person in charge of "The Great Vortex" in Brighton Port...

Just borrowing twenty thousand pounds.

How could Taylor, how could he, how dare he, how could he refuse?

"Sorry, I won't lend it to you."

Hayan: ...

The one who came to visit today was not Bethany or Jeff - the older generation of Cavendish seemed to be ashamed to mention the word "borrow" in front of the younger generation. To some extent, they still had to save face and were afraid that they would never survive if they were rejected.

Claudia Hayon Cavendish doesn't care.

She was not much older than Taylor, and was more confident than her father and aunt.

She is a ritualist.

She also asked her mentor to go with her.

"I am the person in charge of the Port of Porti, the Great Whirlpool."

This sturdy man who did not reveal his name and only let Randolph call him "Green Son" was Hayan's mentor, an "immortal" located in the "gardener" of the fourth ring.

Just like the "herd" that enslaves wild beasts and communicates with living beings.

The most obvious sign of the "Immortals" is the hidden emerald blood vessels under their skin, which symbolizes a power called "Emerald Skin".

——Their skin is as tough as iron trees. The longer they bask in the sunlight, the more difficult it is for them to be hurt by worldly forces.

"Good day, respected Mr. Green Son."

Randolph gave Patton a look and then invited Hayan and his mentor to take a seat.

They faced Randolph and Roland, with teapots, cakes and freshly baked cookies in the middle -

No cigars or pipes today.

Both Barton and Roland seldom dealt with these "plant-brains". After much thought, they felt that they should not smoke in front of these people - they were also plants.

Oh.

And that little woolly cow.

The cat was able to get up and eat the next day. The wounds on her neck and legs did not seem to stop her desire for fresh meat and milk. When Roland put the minced meat and milk in two navy blue plates and placed them on the carpet, the injured lady was puzzled at first, and then she had a feeling:
"There is such a delicious food..."

Such a shocked and crazy expression.

Then it dug everywhere like a pig.

She had a strong vitality and recovered quickly. Within two days, she could jump up and down, pull everything in the closet to the floor, tilt her little head to listen to the "click" sound, and then stick her butt out with satisfaction and swagger away in Theresa's angry gaze.

——Randolph is getting so annoyed.

Beatrice liked it very much and pestered Roland for it.

'I'm going to take her to a friend, Betty.'

'But I am also your friend.'

In short, Hayan was in a bad mood when he saw the cat.

'She' should have died in that alley.

This is the natural choice.

"I'll make it short, Mr. Taylor. My apprentice needs twenty thousand pounds. As the head of Porty, I can guarantee that she will repay the debt within two years, with an additional interest of five percent."

The Green Son was obviously a man of great resolve. He stated his request simply and directly without any polite words.

"As his mentor and the ritualist of the Great Whirlpool, we will also remember your help to Hayon... I think you should understand what I mean."

He knew Taylor's abilities better than his apprentice. After hesitating for a moment, he bowed slightly to Randolph, and forced a smile on his bark-like face that was uglier than crying.

"Considering the magnitude of this debt, Cavendish was able to pledge a rare item..."

Randolph didn't rush to answer, his eyes moved between the man and Hayon's face for a few times - it seemed that this Miss Cavendish really had some talent.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to convince a fourth-ring master to stand up for her.

Especially this notoriously cold 'Mr. Stone Face'.

Forgive Randolph Taylor.

He hadn't seen many ritualists in these years. Look at his friends: Roland Collins, Lillian Rose Vansittart, Patton, and Roland's teammate, the one who was said to be kind and compassionate, Cinder Kratov... Why?

Isn’t it a miracle worthy of praise to become a ritualist before the age of twenty?

Isn't this everywhere?
When Randolph discovered the attitude of the four-ring master towards Hayan, he realized that he had made a common sense mistake. He underestimated her talent to a certain extent.

Then, reject the request of this "Green Son" and the goodwill of the "Great Whirlpool"...

What will be the result?

Randolph originally didn't think so, but considering the "Maelstrom", he could only slightly modify his plan to make the whole thing less direct...

He moved his lips and was about to speak.

"I never knew that the ritualists of the "Great Whirlpool" love to get involved in other people's family disputes besides "nature". "

Seeing that he was about to agree, Roland said this at the wrong time.

Hayan's face dropped instantly: "This is a conversation between the ritualist and the master! Sir, I'm afraid you shouldn't get involved in it--"

Roland gently stroked the obedient little wool in his arms, pondered for a moment, and looked at her: "From beginning to end, Miss Hayon, do you know my name?"

Hayan: ...

silence.

This is where she made a faux pas.

She really didn't care what the man's name was.

"It is necessary to introduce myself," Roland said in a low voice, ignoring Randolph's shoe tip touching him. "I am the official executive of the London Court: Roland Collins."

"My teammate is Cinder Kratofer, the captain is Fernandez Devinson, and my mentor is Enid Jutia. Mr. Green Son, I think you should know the difference between a request and a threat...right?"

Hearing the voice of the hateful golden-eyed man, Hayan suddenly realized that the temperament of the mentor beside him had changed.

——Like a stone full of cracks.

He staggered and clattered.

Hayan realized that something was going to go wrong, and said quickly: "What are executives? Those useless people who don't do anything and drink all day long--"

"Cavendish."

The Green Son's deep voice interrupted the apprentice's unignited anger.

He took a deep breath, and as his chest and abdomen swelled, everyone could hear the crisp sound of roots breaking through the soil.

"Roland Collins..." The man looked over, and his hoarse voice corrected the entire topic to the most important point: "...Can you... let me see... the Tribunal..."

Roland understood, freed one hand and gently pulled open the collar.

A golden badge was revealed.

The little cow on my lap meowed in dissatisfaction.

"...I understand." The Green Son narrowed his eyes and stared at the golden seal for a few seconds, then slowly nodded and stood up to say goodbye. He actually bowed to Roland in Hayan's incredulous eyes.

"May the Benefactor and Eve bless our future, the young holy fire, the shining sword."

He said.

"Claudia Hayon Cavendish is my disciple and a promising "Light Eater" - she is already a rare and talented person on the path of "Immortality"..."

Green Son said this very sincerely.

"Although she is not as good as you or your teammates. Mr. Collins, I hope there will be a bloodless dispute..."

No bleeding.

This is the key.

"I agree with you," Roland put the cat down, slowly stood up, and bowed his head and replied, "I promise you, and I hope Eve and the Benefactor will bless our future. The Natural Walker will give us the answer of grace."

Theresa personally escorted the Green Son out the door.

Before that, he also greeted Roland and told him that if he encountered any difficulties in Brighton and needed any help, please contact the Maelstrom.

"Don't blame your mentor, Miss Hayon."

Wait for people to leave.

Roland stretched and turned his face away.

“That’s natural selection.”

(End of this chapter)