The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 616: Pursuit
Words are static.

Roland's limited vocabulary could not express even a fraction of what he saw in his dream.

He simply narrated the lonely story, telling the words in his notebook to the most gifted children of his generation, Theresa, Randolph, and Cavendish.

The three people's reactions were also different.

Theresa cried.

Randolph was silent.

Claudia Hayon Cavendish seemed unusually excited. She no longer blamed her "aunt" but called her by her name, "the woman who ruined Cavendish." She asked Roland what else was recorded in the notebook, the specific details, her daily life, and whether the "Saint Agenie" really existed...

Yes.

In the end, Roland decided to tell this secret to Cavendish.

He himself has been persecuted by the Riddler over the years. Since he embarked on the mysterious path, almost every puzzle has been shrouded in a thick fog that resists the pursuit of knowledge - whether it is the mystery of the sleep world or the ritualists who have mastered the mystery.

Whether it was Enid, Old Shelley, Louis Hyman, Spanner, or…

Saint Delis.

Roland didn't like the saying "the time has not come yet". There was always a kind of pretentious arrogance and hypocrisy of "I am doing this for something" - for you, for the city, for the country, for the world...

He would rather tell a child trapped in a cage full of dynamite that he had a box of matches in his pocket and then watch him destroy himself.

I don't want to deceive him. This world is only as big as a cage.

Cavendish had a right to know the secret.

Now it seems that her pursuit is no different from that of her aunt.

"I can assure you that the gods are not imaginary, Miss Hayon. But whether their actions have brought disaster to the world... I think as a primitive person, you don't care too much."

Hayan did not answer this question, but looked away: "I have heard Master Xun talk about 'multiple histories', and I have also been warned that the consequences of studying this forbidden knowledge in private are very serious..."

She stared at the twisted copper lamp for a long moment.

"…So, what are the consequences, Mr. Collins?"

Hayon asked.

Roland had always felt that Hayon was a contradictory woman.

It seemed as if intelligence and stupidity spoke alternately in her soul.

She was always so stupid that it made people laugh, but she was also very sharp in some places - for example, she never asked Roland the name of the language that could not be understood, and she never tried to get Roland to read the carvings on the outer shell of the bronze lamp.

In an instant, she understood the fate of Jocelyn Cavendish and those primitive people, and began to plan for her own future: tracing her bloodline, searching for gods, and even... jumping through history.

"What caused their deaths, Mr. Collins, do you have a better guess?"

"I think Mr. Green Son can answer this question for you. They are a group of creatures wandering in the gaps of multiple histories... I know whether it is accurate to describe them as 'creatures'. Also, Miss Hayon, I advise you not to pursue 'history' and 'gods' too much before you get to the high ring..."

Hayan bowed happily: "I think you are right. Although the records left by my aunt further verified the few words I have collected over the years - the followers of the Crown God have woven a huge lie to deceive and oppress us, the beginners with noble blood..."

"But I agree with you."

"Before I have enough power and compatriots, I will not pursue those sharper beings."

"By the way."

She raised her head slightly and looked at Randolph with a gloomy face: "There is no hatred between us anymore, Mr. Taylor. Since it is my aunt's decision, as someone with the same noble blood, I should accept her choice..."

"I think any member of the Cavendish family would be able to accept it."

"This is not Taylor's fault." When she spoke to Randolph, the stupid arrogance naturally leaked out, as if the Taylors were really worried about being hated by Cavendish - she might not think so, but still wanted to "announce" this matter in public.

As the most promising of this generation.

"No matter what feelings you have about Taylor, Miss Hayon, it doesn't matter to me. The only good news is that I don't have to marry you and have children - that's good news for you, isn't it?" Randolph said softly.

Hayan smiled proudly: "As it should be."

Her chin curved in an arc, passed over the non-existent high collar, and turned to Roland's side.

"I will keep it secret, Mr. Collins. Can the Cavendishes obtain the friendship of a bailiff?"

Roland nodded: "I like making friends more than a wild dog."

Hayan: ...

There was a crack in the smile.

Randolph rubbed his sore knuckles nonchalantly.

Roland, Hayon, Rose.

He is much stronger than this woman.

He was used to dealing with people with mental problems.

"Okay, Miss Hayon, let's go through this from the beginning."

Randolph relaxed his fingers, shook them and raised his head.

"You believe that my father deceived my mother and forced her to perform a fortune-transferring ritual, which gave the Cavendish family's good fortune to Taylor. You sent someone to sneak into the private vault and exchanged the fake artifact for another fake one."

"After you found out, you commissioned a 'dry bone' or 'elegy' to set up a dead shell ritual in the old house, trying to trap my father's soul after his death and force him to reveal the whereabouts of the strange object..."

"At the same time, your father and Aunt Bethany hope to facilitate our marriage and give birth to a baby with the blood of both parties as a bridge after the reappearance ceremony..."

Hayon listened quietly for a while, then continued: "So, when you discovered the traces of the ritual in the old house, you exposed my father's plan, causing the Cavendish family to be burdened with a huge debt, and they had to seek help from Taylor, whom they hated the most..."

"As far as the means are concerned, Mr. Taylor, it's unethical."

Randolph sneered: "That's because you are too stupid, Miss Hayon. To be honest, the last time I saw such a stupid person was during the autumn hunt three years ago. I was riding a horse and found a wild boar cub hiding in the bushes..."

Hayan twitched the corners of his mouth.

"This can hardly be defined as a 'means', young lady. What your father did can only be described as an extremely crude imitation - borrowing funds by relying on reputation and credibility, a trick my father used long ago when he rose to prominence..."

"If I am in charge of this project, Bekanov can only be Cavendish's 'enemy'."

Randolph gave Hayan some advice.

The woman thought for about ten seconds and finally realized: "You want him to 'disappear'."

Randolph's eyes were somewhat unfathomable: "...The times are developing too fast, so many fools think that owning a few pieces of land will make them as smart as those who climbed all the way with bare hands..."

Hayon folded his hands on his knees and smiled, "The Cavendish family is not in this category, Mr. Taylor. If it weren't for that ceremony..."

"If it weren't for that ceremony, you would be even more miserable than you are now, Miss Hayon."

Roland silently raised his head and counted the patterns on the ceiling.
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I don't understand what Randolph is talking about...
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What enemies and friends.

"You are a fool who doesn't even have land."

(End of this chapter)