The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 707: Rose the Fool

Enid had no need to scare Randolph.

But Randolph Taylor knew better than Yam Jones what the name 'Enid Jutia' meant. He had to be extremely careful and cautious - if it weren't for Roland, he wouldn't have had the chance to talk to her face to face.

"Good day, my Lord Judge."

The businessman spoke first and introduced himself and his sister to the other party.

Even though Roland repeatedly stressed that this was just an 'ordinary' meeting, one could still hear a tremor in his voice that was difficult to conceal - this reminded Randolph of when he first took over Golden Smoke.

At that time, he had the same anxiety as today.

"Mr. Taylor, I don't think we need to talk about the weather any more. Since my executive officer has assured me that you are an excellent and conscientious businessman, I should trust his judgment."

Enid scanned the calm streets, then examined the man with impeccable manners, and finally, her eyes fell on the blonde's face.

The girl who had her arms around Roland's waist was in a privileged position to squeeze his church uniform.

This suffocating gaze did not bring any pressure to Beatrice Taylor. The girl, who was unaware of it, was as free as an old couple who had separated, one wiping her belly while the other cleaned up the feces residue. She stared directly into the oncoming gaze.

Randolph subconsciously tightened his buttocks muscles.

"Is this your sister?"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge."

"I allow you to call me Judia... I remember that Roland once saved her at a salon, right?"

"You are absolutely right, Ms. Jutia."

"Oh," Enid put her palms on her belly and bent down slightly: "Beatrice Taylor?"

she says.

"I've heard Roland mention your name... so many times that I can't count."

Beatrice blinked: "You are so beautiful."

"You too," Enid smiled like the land plowed by the sun, "So, Beatrice, how old are you?"

Beatrice thought for a moment: "Teens."

"That's about the same age as Roland."

The girl looked up.

"is it?"

Roland smiled back.

"I'm a teenager too, Betty. Yeah, we're about the same."

"What about brother?"

"My brother is also a teenager."

"Where's Theresa?"

"Teresa is a teenager too."

Betty was thoughtful.

"We are all the same." The girl's face was a little serious. She stared at Roland for a while, then turned around and looked carefully at his brother and Enid who was leaning over and smiling.

She pointed at Enid and said, "You're a teenager too."

Randolph's face became more and more rigid.

Like Puhu Collins in the shop.

"Teenage."

Beatrice muttered a few words, turned to Randolph, and pointed at her brother's face: "It's a child."

Randolph was embarrassed and uneasy, but Enid reached out and gently touched Beatrice's face.

"You are also a child, a good child. I think no one dares to say who will curse such a girl. If there is, I am afraid it is a cultist who wants to murder people."

Beatrice nodded seriously: "I'm fine."

"Yes, you are just like Roland, Miss Taylor. You are a kind person."

Randolph had a complicated expression and lowered his head slightly: "Thank you... Thank you... Ms. Jutia."

Of course he knew what Enid was doing.

"As long as you are still Roland's friend, you don't have to thank me for the time being. Mr. Taylor, I think after today, the stereotyped gentlemen in some areas will show you their kind and lovely side - this is the reward you deserve. You know what to do, right?"

Because monsters that eat human hearts and livers are also afraid of fire.

Randolph was extremely humble and bowed toward the woman.

"I hope to see you in a truly turbulent place someday, Randolph Taylor. Just like your sister, help me take good care of Roland."

She nodded to Randolph, then turned and greeted Paul Collins and James Jones who were waiting at the door.

"The Pearl case is far from over. Fernandez and I are waiting for you in the courtroom." She added before turning around.

"Remember to bring my perfume."

…………

……

The courtroom was grand enough.

Roland could imagine how many people would gossip about him in the days ahead—but Enid probably wouldn't care at all.

When the civilized gentlemen in black uniforms left, the street, which had been still for at least twenty minutes, slowly began to flow again - many of those who came because of Taylor were ten thousand times more friendly than they had originally prepared.

Not only to Pushou Collins, but also to Randolph Taylor.

Some even asked their sons about Beatrice Taylor - it was almost a clear suggestion.

But all were politely rejected by Randolph.

After half an hour.

Old Mr. Collins, who was busy with social engagements, once again welcomed his second 'grand' and 'surprise'.

The carriage from the Shelley family.

He had seen the short-haired girl with weird outfit.

She is actually a young lady?

"I almost made it! Almost! They say it's quite impressive, isn't it? I wish I could - Oh, Mr. Taylor, good day."

Randolph: ...

It was like I didn't see him.

The rosy-cheeked Miss Snitch first greeted Randolph and Beatrice, then approached Roland and whispered about what happened a few days ago, claiming that she was almost injured in the explosion and asked him to give her some 'appropriate' compensation...

It is not appropriate to talk about appropriate compensation here.

"It can't be eaten as a meal."

"You...you...that..."

After chatting for a few words, the absent-minded girl fiddled with her curly hair back and forth, her eyes looking back into the shop from time to time.

"Your... uh... thing is in there, isn't it?"

Roland wanted to laugh when he saw her like this: "Yam is in there, go ahead, Rose."

"What do you mean by 'Go, Rose'—you won't come with me?"

"I'm right behind you, in a position where I can't help you, but at the same time, I can watch you make a fool of yourself."

If there weren't so many people around, she would have insisted on adding some color to Roland's new leather shoes.

"What do you think I learned at the Shelleys'?"

The heroic girl waved to the maid behind her, and three young girls carrying suitcases hurried forward.

"A gift for Yam and your uncle."

She said this with great vigor.

But as soon as I entered the house, it turned into a puddle of mud.

Old Collins, who was busy socializing, and Yam, who was listening to the salesman introducing the design of perfume bottles with his wives, neither noticed the girl standing alone in the crowd.

The lone girl didn't have the courage to walk up and introduce herself in public.

then.

She just stood there, accompanying her maid.

Finally, she was discovered by a lady who was about to leave.

"Thank you! You can't keep a girl waiting! She needs these fragrant little bottles more than we do."

Someone covered Rose's mouth under her nostrils. She stared blankly at Yam who was coming towards her. She strained her throat for a long time before she muttered stupidly:
"Good day, Mom."

Roland: ...

Yam: ...

Old Collins: ...

Randolph: ...

"Just look at it."

"I told you she was a fool."

(End of this chapter)