The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 602 Ch.601 'The Truth'

It would be difficult for a girl who had just entered the mystery and lived in the "countryside" to understand what had happened in the Tribunal recently - but the Green Son was obviously an understanding person.

He was well aware of the recent changes in the London Inquisition and the power possessed by the woman sitting on the Holy Flame.

the most important is.

That crazy woman doesn't follow the rules.

It’s not that there are no Eighth Rings in the “Great Whirlpool”, but by the time an Eighth Ring of the Great Whirlpool stands up to speak for him or his apprentice, I’m afraid their flesh and blood would have already turned into ashes and floated down the river.

The Green Sons are not afraid of offending the Inquisition or the Holy Cross.

He was afraid of offending a notorious madman.

Therefore, after receiving Roland Collins's promise, the newly appointed Fourth Ring left in a hurry - he did receive some money and was optimistic about his apprentice's future, but this did not mean that he had to conflict with the executive officer of the Tribunal...

Still that crazy person.

This sounds a bit too timid and unethical...

But it's better than getting yourself into trouble.

So, when the Green Son left, there was a touch of speechless embarrassment in the solemn silence...

At least Randolph was almost overwhelmed.

"I told you, this matter has nothing to do with you..." The businessman rubbed his stiff face and laughed heartily through the gap blocked by his palm: "...This is a matter between Taylor and Cavendish, Roland."

Roland shrugged: "I'm just introducing myself... and my lamb."

"Lamb? You call a cat a 'lamb'?"

Roland asked without hesitation: "Where's Wendy?"

The most famous milk brand in London is called "Wendys on the Ranch" - as for why a cat is named Wendy, Randolph can now understand Roland's way of thinking to some extent:
Wendy → milk → cow → cat with cow color.

"I'm glad you didn't name it 'scarf' or 'glove' or something like that..." Randolph pressed his forehead lightly.

Hayan on the side couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere.

She feared her mentor's behavior, which must represent something beyond her control.

At the same time, she was annoyed by Randolph and Roland's teasing, which made her feel ignored - she was always the center of conversation at any party in Porti.

and so…

She began to twist her waist and hips, twisting as if she had swallowed another kind of fishbone with another throat.

Beads of sweat were visible on her forehead. The standard smile she managed to maintain even after sniffing the sour sweat in the servants' hair could no longer withstand the impact of the 'unknown' and 'mystery'. The beautiful face that should have appeared in front of the mirrors began to soften and melt.

Sweat is her sulfuric acid.

"…I think the twenty thousand pounds is not a 'family dispute'. It is a formal loan. We will write a contract, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Collins. I represent the Cavendish family, not Claudia or Hayon."

Hayan didn't know where to start the conversation again, but the previous word "family dispute" gave her a very bad feeling.

"I think this is indeed a family dispute, Miss Hayon." Randolph asked the girl across the table in a low voice after seeing the people leave, and slowly lit his cigar in front of her stiff chin.

Then, take a deep breath.

"…You see, although my father is not very smart, he has a son who has seen the world. Miss Hayon, can you explain to me why there are clocks made of human bones everywhere in this villa, and why the patterns on every door - where do they come from?"

Hayon pursed his lips.

When Randolph asked this, she knew that some things could no longer be hidden.

but.

It didn't matter. Taylor owed Cavendish that.

"It seems your father didn't have time to tell you this, Mr. Taylor."

When the inevitable failure came, all the previous fears fell to the ground like a huge rock.

Claudia Hayon Cavendish knew very well that the answer to all this was not her fault, but the stupidity of the previous generation, the disaster caused by her aunt: Jocelyn Cavendish - she did not have to apologize to Taylor for her motives, instead, they should be given the respect they deserved.

"Let me tell you something, Mr. Taylor."

Hayan looked at him with an unpredictable look in his eyes - sometimes playful, sometimes compassionate, as if he was caught in an inescapable vortex, and anyone who got close would be splashed with blood.

"Your mother, Jocelyn Cavendish, was a ritualist."

she said calmly.

"She used her barely 'good' talent to decipher an ancient ritual in the family's private vault - and this ritual was the culprit for everything: if it weren't for her, I'm afraid that Cavendish today..."

The sound left no trace, but it sprinkled grains of salt crystals dissolved in saliva into Randolph's ears.

This made him hear the whistling of the sea breeze, the shadow of the person wearing a brown skirt day and night, holding an oil lamp, floating in the darkness - his mother who was not familiar to people before she had a spoon and a hair trimmer, and the "stranger" who had been "mute" since childhood and hardly spoke to him...

Jocelyn Cavendish.

"Don't you wonder why any business of Bellos Taylor can be successful? It's as if your surname is on a ship that carries the grace of God and never sinks. Wherever you go, the storm will stop and the tide will be tolerant..."

Randolph tapped his knee with his bony index finger. "That's because my father is smart enough."

"Because your father is playing dumb!" Hayon pointed out bluntly: "My aunt, your mother used a despicable ritual to transfer the "fortune" of the Cavendish family - my grandfather, my father, and me - the fortune of the entire family was transferred to "Taylor". No wonder you always have no obstacles..."

Randolph glanced at Roland, then at Patton.

Both ritualists had an 'I don't know' expression on their faces.

indeed.

It is not unthinkable to transfer "fortune", otherwise there would be no one who embarks on the ritual of "destiny" - but...

There is a problem that doesn't make sense.

"My mother has Cavendish blood flowing in her body, Miss Hayon. Could you please tell me why she wanted to 'murder' the 'fate' of her own bloodline and give back to a family that had nothing to do with her? Don't tell me it was 'love', Miss. You and I both know that this thing cannot make people abandon their family."

At least not Taylor and Cavendish.

As for what's written in the novels...

Art, understandable.

After the writers finished writing about the infatuated men and resentful women with tears in their eyes, they still had to go to the red-light district to pick out the two most beautiful ones and buy a whole board of candles.

"Of course it's because of your father, Mr. Bellows Taylor."

Hayan said sarcastically.

"Men use sweet words to deceive women. Does this require any clever tricks or rich experience? It's a natural ability."

Randolph nodded and turned to Roland: "Is she right?"

Roland: "What are you looking at me for?"

Hayan: ...

These two people…

He didn't take her words seriously at all.

(End of this chapter)