The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 663 Ch.662 The tail before the date
The reason why it is called "ambitious" is because Randolph guessed that the person who was running around to connect the dots must have passed through Peggy Streeter.

How much transfer and sharing of interests is involved, and how the confrontation is initiated through the Gray Party, which will put the surname of "Street" on the other end of the scale: on the golden tray of the Royal Party.

"That girl is not a simple person."

Randolph had a high opinion of her.

"Oh, Miss Streeter is indeed smarter than ordinary people." Roland recalled the treacherous and treacherous infighting in Innstown, the conspiracy that still makes it difficult to determine the truth, and that naive, mercenary, sincere, yet hypocritical face.

"Not smarter than the others, Roland. What I mean is that she knows how to look at the chessboard from a high perspective better than most people - knowing when to give up and how to choose her own future."

Randolph said.

"She is a smart girl. Although Sarah... and the story you told me, I don't have a good impression of her, but I still want to say this."

"Compared to her political and career acumen and ambition, you are like a four or five-year-old child."

Roland: "But you owe me two dragons."

Randolph: ****
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With the help of Randolph "The Foolish One" Taylor, the property would soon be in the hands of Roland Collins.

——Originally, Taylor’s help should have ended here.

All subsequent trivial matters (repairs and decoration) should be taken care of by Roland himself, after all, it is his house.

however.

When Randolph casually asked the other party how he wanted to decorate his first property in London, his friend who was never serious gave his usual serious answer.

'Can architects do everything?'

'Within certain limits, of course.'

'As I say?'

'As you say, Roland. You pay, after all.'

'First, a jungle house, with dead branches, bushes, and fallen leaves, and cookies for me. Then a—'

"I understand. Since you don't have any ideas, just leave it to me."

Randolph really didn't want to argue with Roland about why he couldn't build a house for a snake.

Unless the work is done, the architect and the workers are killed.

Otherwise you can just wait to become famous.

idiot.

'Are you saying this on purpose? Just to get me to help you?'

'Will you?'

'…I damn well do. It's an honor to be your friend, Roland.'

'I think so. '

'You should say "Me too."'

'I think so too.'

In short.

After making Randolph furious, the businessman "firmly" rejected Roland's plan to do it himself, or to have the workers do it after he gave instructions - except for the purchase, he took care of all the subsequent work:

Find a brilliant architect, an artist, some honest workers.

Then, connect his damn friend's damn houses into one bigger one.

On the third day after Roland replied, the second letter was sent from Rupert's house.

In response to his question about 'perfume', Mr. Pink Eyes gave an unsurprising answer.

"You're lucky, Mr. Collins."

"You've become Taylor's friend, and you got a recipe from nowhere."

"You should really thank your fate."

"every day."

That's all there is to it.

Not difficult to understand.

There was no communication, only sarcasm. Rupert Benevento meant that with Roland's background and ability, he should not be in this situation today - if it weren't for his good luck, he should be living in a place like a coach house, spending a few cents and hanging on a rope.

Thank your fate and your good luck.

Roland took out the pen he had 'borrowed' from Taylor's family and replied to the letter:
"The same to you."

Sent it back again.

-By the way, that Golden Head pen is not a "borrow" like Rose's. It is very immoral to take it without asking.

Roland had consulted Randolph and obtained the consent of the pen owner.

"I don't see the difference between 'lend it to me for a hundred years' and 'give it to me'."
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I also said please.

"No wonder Randolph Taylor praised you for learning how to say 'please'."
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How did he praise me?
"In my heart."
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Then I always praise you like this in my heart.

"If you get hurt once, you can die! You can die! You can die!"
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whee…
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How am I dressed today?
The man in the mirror raised his arms.

The daylight is shining.

With black hair and golden eyes, she is like a rose of the perfect age to be admired, blooming tenderly in invisible gold foil.

The turtleneck sweater highlighted his unique silhouette, and the light grey vest brought out his slender waist. The deft servant re-braided his hair and pinned a turquoise ring at the end of it as a finishing touch - adding a touch of bright colour to the serious dark style that matched his golden eyes.

“…My Lord.”

When he smiles, he is a suave playboy; when he is solemn, he is like the silent sun in the gray cracks.

Halida stood aside, silently admiring her master.

She did not expect the high and scorching sun to bow its head to a wild dog that had lingered in the mud, but the brilliant and scorching light had already baked her whole body hot and soft as ointment.

“…My Lord.”

The foreigner in foreign skin kept mumbling in his mind using equally foreign slang.

She was like a silent, serious light brown Doberman, with silver misty eyes focused on every inch of the clothes:
Are they standard and appropriate? Are the colors and angles suitable for the following occasion? And are they perfect so that no one can point out even the slightest mistake?

She was serious and even the most discerning detective could not find any flaws in her. It was as if the soul of a living person that combined a tailor, a maid and a etiquette officer was extracted and stuffed into the flesh and blood of a steady and taciturn hound.

A hound's greatest dream is to be at the top of the pack and become its owner's favorite.

Fortunately.

Her owner only had one dog.

The demanding maid looked at him carefully, took a step back, and bent her knees slightly.

"You are perfect, sir."

Her lips were straight and her expression was dull, as if she had only accomplished a trivial task and saw someone who did not surprise anyone much.

But in my heart.

The silver-eyed hound had already been wagging its tail like crazy, running around in a reckless manner, causing its internal organs to become confused.

She tried hard to hold back her melting joints, and straightened her legs above and below the knees to provide enough strength to support her body so as not to make a fool of herself in front of her master. Just like that, she melted like mud, lay softly on the floor, trembled, and barked loudly.

You can't do this, Halida.

The maid's muscles tensed, her face tense, and she took a second step back with difficulty.

“Have a nice day.”

Roland thanked him politely, picked out a relatively plain cane, put the pocket watch he borrowed from Fernandez into his inner pocket, and put the gold fountain pen he borrowed from Randolph's study into his pocket.

"You too, Halida."

Roland dodged his feet and turned to face his maid.

"The club Rose asked me to go to happens to pass by the market. Is there anything you want?"

Halida pursed her lips and put on an expression that was a mixture of Theresa and Tom - a vivid deadpan expression that often appeared on the faces of senior servants.

She is good at observation and learns things quickly.

"The master shouldn't buy accessories for the maid casually."

Roland suddenly realized: "Oh, so you want jewelry."

Halida: ...

She really couldn't control her tail that no one else could see.

(End of this chapter)