The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 614: A complicated story

The fog cleared.

The cooled candle liquid was piled up in layers on the copper tray.

'The waves of longing send us on a long journey...'

Roland hummed softly, shook the matchbox, and relit the extinguished candle.

The warm light dispelled the shadows on the walnut tabletop and also dispelled the shadows covering the delicate face.

There was no emotion in his eyes. His cold golden eyes stared at the black hair that was blown by his lips in front of him. The young man with his chin in his hand was as quiet as the waves at night.

Jocelyn Cavendish.

A complex yet simple woman.

Roland didn't know how to evaluate her destructive behavior in pursuit of her ideals, nor did he know who was the real loser in this relationship with Bellos Taylor.

A period of history that has been forgotten for many years has brought out several particularly noteworthy names.

Saint Archbishop of Rome.

A secret meeting with the key hanging.

as well as…

Primitive people.

Roland lowered his eyes to the parchment.

The scattered texts record a wrong ceremony.

This is the "wall" left by Jocelyn Cavendish: a "wall" to prevent the family from being found by the bailiffs and causing big trouble, and turning the whole family into ashes - it successfully misled Miss Hayon and made her misinterpret the text on it (although she overestimated the ability of the descendants of the Cavendish family), and even the entire family made a wrong judgment about Jocelyn and Bellows...

No.

Maybe the result is the same.

Roland thought.

Even if they knew the source of the trouble came from Jocelyn, they wouldn't treat Taylor much differently.

Countless primitive people sacrificed the fortunes of their entire bloodline just to open the door across history...

Now it seems.

They certainly failed.

Maybe the ritual went wrong, or maybe in another history we encountered a powerful enemy...

Roland was clear about only one thing.

The goals they pursue are correct and exist.

Saint Archbishop existed.

"Meow."

A cat's cry interrupted Roland's thoughts. He turned around in surprise and found that the little wool curly cat was lying comfortably on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, its slender tail swaying from side to side, and its emerald green eyes staring at him without blinking.

"…I don't remember bringing you in."

"Meow?"

"Can I eat it, Father?" A pair of red eyes popped out from the sleeves.

Roland pressed her head with his index finger: "This is our friend."

The little candle spit out its snake tongue, and said in a rare expression of dissatisfaction: "It's a cat, father. How can a cat be friends with father?"

You are still a snake.

"I'm curious about what you saw."

Roland put the small candle on the floor and told her not to hurt her friends, otherwise he would not let her go to her friends when she returned to London.
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Jocelyn and Bellows' past.

"Oh, a cultist?"
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almost.
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Do you know the 'Hanging Key Meeting'?

"have no idea."
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It's a plain story...

While Roland was chatting with Wrench, the little candle swam slowly to the bed.

She stood in front of the cat's face, spitting out her scarlet snake tongue, and threatened from a high position: "If it wasn't for my father's instructions, I would eat you in one bite! Hiss!"

The skinny cat with green eyes looked quietly at the thin snake swaying back and forth.

Suddenly, he jumped up like a sword out of its sheath and slapped her hard in the face.

Small Candle: ...

"I'm going to eat it! Father! It hit me first!"

Roland looked over in the direction of the sound.

The cute and naive cat was lying on its back with its belly exposed, rolling on the pillow - next to it stood a white snake that was staring at it and was constantly expanding.

Small Candle: ...

"She really hit me! Just now!"

…………

……

Roland found Randolph in the garden.

He was basking in the sun with Bellos, while Tereza was serving him.

In the flower garden in the distance, Betty was chasing those cursing butterflies, running back and forth madly.

"Is the busy man finished?"

"You shouldn't say that to me." Roland thanked Theresa, took the teacup, and sat down next to Randolph.

Roland knows how to enjoy spending time better than Randolph does.

half an hour.

As he was dozing off while holding the hot cup of tea, Randolph was twisting his body beside him as if he had a thorn in his butt.

“…The parchment is empty.”

"Roland Collins!"

Roland knew he was anxious.

"Look, a top businessman can't be so impatient..."

Randolph wanted to use one foot to kick him, but was stopped by Theresa.

"Who's doing business?" Bellos raised his eyelids: "You? Businessman?" He glanced at Randolph, the young man who had been basking in the sun with him for half a day.

"You don't look very old."

Randolph simply turned over and faced Roland with his back: "It's a good time to enjoy tobacco."

"Tobacco?" Bellos was a little surprised: "It's a good business, kid, but it requires a good eye..."

"I should say, I want a good father."

Bellos's beard twitched. "That's an idea... Tell me about your business."

So Randolph began to repeat to his father what he had done over the years.

This surprised the old man very much.

"Your father is really extraordinary! Child, I rarely praise people, but I still have to say that he always gets it right! Timing is very important for a businessman..."

"He really rarely praises people..." Randolph muttered, "and he rarely spends time with his children..."

Bellows shrugged. "That's natural. You can't expect a successful businessman to have the energy to help his son build matchboxes. Listen to me, young man. Your father has laid a solid foundation. As long as you are not stupid, there will only be success and more success... As long as you are not stupid."

Randolph smiled wryly: "I don't look stupid, do I?"

Belos rested his head on his arm and looked up and down: "You can't tell..."

Theresa pursed her lips and smiled secretly.

"If I have the chance, I really want to meet your father. The tobacco industry is not easy. Compared to you, his brain is more valuable..."

Before he could finish his words, Bellows saw an arm rising up from behind Randolph.

Roland: “Here.”

Randolph couldn't bear it any longer and jumped off the recliner with his fist raised!

"How can you catch up with a blind man - oh, you can't even catch up with a blind man..."

"If you dare stop! Roland Collins!"

"You can't ask a bird to compete with a turtle in swimming."

"Who are you calling a turtle?"

The young man ran madly through bluebells and cornflowers, his black braids slapping his back. He turned his head from time to time and challenged the pointed chin following closely behind him: "Although my legs and feet are not flexible, once I get into the water..."

It's also a fucking turtle.

"Stop it, Collins! Let me punch you!"

"You don't have a fist."

still.

One ran and the other chased, the two gentlemen who were elegant, natural and polite in the salon were now shouting and jumping like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, running around mud pots and wooden frames, chasing each other and blocking each other, with endless tricks coming out one after another.

In terms of strategy, Randolph is still more skilled.
He used a branch stretched across two wooden frames to slow down Roland and was about to catch up.

Roland walked around Beatrice and picked up the girl who was watching the fun!

"Your brother wants to kill me!"

The girl who was being hugged giggled at first, then she frowned and glared at her brother in Roland's arms.

"Brother, that's not right."

Randolph: ...

Put my sister down!

not far away.

Belos quietly looked at the three people playing in the flower garden, and his cloudy eyeballs seemed to be stung by the sunlight for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes and murmured, "...They really look like a family."

Theresa remained silent.

(End of this chapter)