The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 603 Ch.602 'The Truth' Part
Of course Randolph didn't take it seriously - he meant some of the parts.

A very simple thing.

If it was really his mother, Jocelyn Cavendish, who did such a disgraceful thing and diverted the good fortune of her own maternal family - why did Bethany Cavendish and Jeff Cavendish dare not say a word all these years?

If it was really the Taylors' fault...

Based on Randolph's understanding of these people, they would have come all the way from Portie to London with trumpets and drums, blocked Taylor's door, and made a good "publicity" - they would never shut up without 100,000 pounds.

However…is there?
No.

This proves that Hayan is talking nonsense.

"...At least, you should be aware of the Cavendish family's investments over the years." Hayon took a deep breath: "We have never been successful in business, and it's not entirely because of our ability."

Randolph replied at the right moment: "That's a good use of 'all', Miss Hayon."

Hayan: ...

"There is a force preventing us from succeeding, or rather, our possibility of 'success' has been transferred to Taylor by that ritual. Do you admit this?"

Randolph shrugged. "Maybe you guys have had bad luck these past few years. Maybe things will get better in a few years?"

Hayan had no choice but to "produce" the real evidence.

"When I became a ritualist like Jocelyn Cavendish, I spent several years deciphering the texts and records she left behind..." the woman said, "I discovered a special ritual."

Hayan said.

It was a ceremony called "Good Luck".

The caster needs to use a child with both his and the other's blood as a bridge to transfer the "fortune" of the other half's bloodline - in simple terms:
If Jocelyn Cavendish wanted to take away Bellows Taylor's good fortune, then she would have to have a child with him.

This child has the blood of both parties and can be regarded as a 'bridge'.

Fortunes will be transferred to each other through it.

A and B are unrelated, but (AB), as the offspring of both, can serve as a bridge.

That was why Bethany Cavendish had been so eager to bring him and Hayon together—and Randolph suddenly realized that the whole thing made sense.

"So, you want to have a baby with me, to get back Cavendish's lost…what do I call it? Good luck?"

Hayon nodded slightly. "This is related to my mysterious path, Mr. Taylor. Cavendish is not greedy. At least for me, the power of the secular world cannot compare to the attraction of another world... I just want to take back what the Cavendish family has lost, and I don't need Taylor to pay more."

"We should both return to the original track of destiny."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and Randolph finally understood the pride in her words.

Taylor's success was entirely due to the contributions of the Cavendish family.

Randolph could guess how dissatisfied and arrogant he would be if this happened to him.

"But there is still no evidence, Miss Hayon. I can't listen to you and then step into an unknown ritual myself. I am not a ritualist, but I know your methods to some extent."

Randolph leaned back, the shadow growing across his face.

"Besides, even if this is true... why should I listen to you? Ms. Hayon, I am a businessman."

Because I am a ritualist of the Great Vortex, my mentor is the Fourth Ring, because I have the support of Cavendish, Haldane and most of the business magnates in Port Port, because...

All these 'becauses' that Hayan had prepared were softened by sweat after her mentor's hasty departure, flowed into her neck and grooves, and rotted into an annoying and sour smell of inaction.

She withdrew her gaze from Randolph's face and turned to the young man stroking the sheep.

"…Mr. Collins."

"Ms. Hayan?" "I think you can say something fair. No matter what the reason for starting this ritual, it is the stupidity left by our parents. As a ritualist who has successfully embarked on the mysterious road, you should understand my difficulties..."

She adjusted her sitting position.

Hayan was indeed a beauty, and at this moment, there was an unshakable determination on her face.

She couldn't lose her bright future because of this stupid ceremony.

As for…

To be fair?
Roland suddenly discovered that the always blurry outline gradually became clearer under the light.

She reflected a noble and bright light like a brown agate, and the light also expanded her face, condensing into a long ladder under her feet, supporting the cold-blooded saint into the mud, changing from looking down to looking straight, and finally, turning into an intimate whisper.

She showed Roland another side of herself, a side that was astonishing, as if her previous arrogance was just an illusion to confuse poor and inferior creatures, and hidden in the shell was the real, gentle and dazzling soul.

The huge brown gem brooch fastened the collar around her neck, and like her eyes, it sparkled with sincerity.

"What 'fair word' do you want me to say, Miss Hayon?"

Claudia Hayan Cavendish is like a statue that has come to life, becoming so soft and approachable.

She looked at Roland like a prostitute looking at a pervert or a hooker, and finally put herself on the same level.

Roland even heard a hint of humility in her voice, like smoke and mist.

"We are all ritualists, Mr. Collins. We are the same kind of people."

That's how she really viewed Roland.

As for Randolph, he is another 'species' - whether he is a ritualist or not makes a big difference in Hayan's eyes.

"I respect the strong, and I respect every part of the strong. You see, all my reliance tells me that they are really powerless - then, can you be fair? Cavendish has suffered a lot over the years, even if my father and my aunt are not so likable..."

Hayon glanced at Randolph, who nodded silently.

"…But we share the same blood. Just like Mr. Randolph Taylor always lent a helping hand to my stupid father…"

"I hope to resolve this trouble, so that we can be even with each other and face each other's true destiny - am I wrong about this?"

When she had finished speaking to Roland, she turned to Randolph.

"You are a businessman, so let me speak in businessman's terms. Randolph Taylor, I can pay you with a rare gift and tell you a secret about your bloodline - Cavendish has failed and fallen into your trap. Do you really want to watch your aunt and uncle perish?"

Randolph nodded his chin with an amused look on his face.

This woman is not extremely stupid.

"Taylor no longer needs 'luck'. Cavendish is different. You gave something unnecessary and got a treasure and a secret - for the sake of our name, Mr. Taylor, for the sake of our name and blood."

This woman's style is completely in line with the philosophy of her faction.

But Roland still had a doubt.

'Luck', 'fortune' or 'good fortune' are not too 'illusory' in the eyes of the mysterious ritualists - like 'influence', they can be used to perform certain rituals and make sacrifices...

but.

'Transfer' fortune?
think about it.

Think about it carefully.

Could such a terrifying, chilling and extraordinary ritual really exist?
(End of this chapter)