The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 829 Red Iris

The reception room is very special.

Decorations from various local customs are interwoven into a treasure trove that is dizzying to the eyes.

There was incense burning in the house.

Above the curling clouds was a shining cross sword. On the right side of the wall hung several Nuo masks with different wry smiles, and a flock of birds fluttered their wings on a uniquely woven handmade silk sheepskin blanket.

Various porcelain products of different shapes are stacked on the pear wood shelves, and bags of tea seals can be seen in the glass cabinet on the right.

Red Iris, the lady as they called her, was sitting in a low-backed armchair covered with cotton padding. When Roland entered the room, she slowly stood up and saluted.

She was wearing a rose-colored gauze dress, her brown hair was tied up, and her eyes were big and bright.

The only flaw was her nose, which was long and slightly droopy like an eagle's beak.

"May the glory of the Benefactor bless you, brave sword."

It's no wonder she's well-informed. Roland had never planned to change his uniform since he set foot on this land. Most businessmen who didn't often come into contact with executive officers would only think that it was a rather serious hunting suit.

"May you live forever," Roland and Shandel stepped forward and saluted, explaining their intentions. "We are currently hunting down a group of cultists and will not stay in your manor for long."

The other party did not inherit the habit of "fear and contempt" in the London circle and was very polite to Roland.

"If there is anything I can help you with, sir... you haven't asked yet?"

"Roland Collins, my colleague Cinder Kratov, Yolanda and Lillian Rose Vansittart... and my housekeeper," Roland was invited to take a seat and thanked her softly as she poured tea for them: "Don't worry, ma'am, we won't disrupt your business."

Red Iris smiled and said softly, "They are all afraid of the majesty of the sword, but I feel at ease only around the sword. Mr. Collins, and... Miss Kratov, don't worry. If I had known earlier, I should have exempted you from unnecessary expenses to show respect - but it's not too late now."

After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Oriental tea is much lighter than ours in one respect, but once it enters your stomach, it becomes rich again."

She watched Roland take a sip, observed his expression, and then curled her eyes after a moment.

"It's a troublesome hobby, isn't it?"

"That's exactly what some people want."

"Yes," Red Iris picked up the uniquely shaped 'porcelain bowl', held the lid with three fingers, and gently scraped the rim a few times, "The etiquette is complicated enough. When it spreads back to London, I wonder how popular it will be."

Yolanda noticed the movements and subconscious habits she exhibited when drinking tea, and there was absolutely no flaw at all - if you didn't listen to the voice and didn't look at the face, she would be no different from a local.

"If you need help..."

Red Iris gently put down the tea bowl, glanced at several people in turn, and spoke much more cautiously.

"I have several guards."

she whispered.

“It’s the ritualist.”

Roland raised his eyebrows: "You believe in our identities."

The brown-haired woman produced a silk folding fan from somewhere, and gently fanned it open, smiling cunningly: "Of course I won't easily ask for a gold badge and a church uniform - although no one dares to pretend to be an executive officer, I am just a widowed, helpless woman, I have to be careful..."

She said as she looked towards Chandel.

"But the gray-haired, blue-eyed Kratov..."

Gray-haired Kratov is very famous.

Gary Kratov.

Who does not know this Bishop of Whitehall of Holy Cross?

"I heard you brought some gum candy, miss," she said, then turned her gaze to Rose, waving her satin fan gently. "If you don't mind, you can give it to me. I can save you more trouble and loss than the masters in the company."

Before coming here, Rose had also inquired about the public system in this land. Seeing that the woman was familiar with the place, she asked one more question: "Should I change to textiles or jewelry?"

A young girl who was doing business for the first time. Red Iris could tell the difference the moment she met her.

She subconsciously relied on the only man in the room, who was also the executive officer of the Tribunal - this meant that Lillian Rose Vansittart's surname and the family behind her were not prominent...

She had never heard of the name Vansittart.

Small businessman.

The daughter of a small merchant family who was attached to the executive and became his mistress.

but.

This did not change her attitude towards Rose.

"You are quite right, Miss Vansittart. Gum is a fine commodity, inferior only to opium and balm. But I suppose your friends or parents would not allow you to risk such a cargo..." She picked up the satin fan piece by piece and folded it back together again: "As for textiles and jewels..."

The woman shook her head.

"That will only be considered popular after the treaty is signed."

"treaty?"

Rose wondered, "What treaty?"

"Oh, this is your first time here, so you may not understand it," the woman explained to them, "It won't be long before the empire signs a treaty with the ruler of this land. By then, merchants will no longer have to rely on the gonghang, and this will not be the only trading port..."

She glanced at Yolanda, whose face was as gloomy as water, and did not hide the greed in her tone: "That's the real feast..."

When talking about companies and merchants, Red Iris interspersed a lot of lamentations in her words.

"If you hadn't come here for a mission, you might never know. I've been here for many years and have seen many merchants die in butcher's knives and attacks. Those were absolutely dishonorable assassinations - can you imagine? These ignorant local natives actually ambushed in the toilet..."

When gentlemen light cigars and squat, sticking up their white asses of empires, a rusty pitchfork rises from bottom to top...

"Assassination?"

Rose frowned: "We saw many children and old people when we got off the ship, but we didn't feel..."

The red iris lip tail is drooping.

"You will know, young lady."

she says.

"But I just pity these gentlemen and ladies, but I don't feel too sad for them." On this topic, the woman was very honest: "We have caused trouble, perhaps huge trouble. It is fair to take the risk of bloodshed for the sake of profit."

She gathered her sleeves and leaned forward to fill the tea cups for the group.

"But once this ordinance is in place... legally speaking, these people won't be able to do anything violent to us."

Rose doesn't pay much attention to politics, but Shandel knows exactly what the treaty that Red Iris is talking about is.

"Look, I've said a lot, but it's all irrelevant." The woman seemed to have just remembered something and suddenly changed the subject to ask whether Roland and his crew encountered any danger during their voyage - mainly wind, waves and thunder.

"It's calm, ma'am."

Roland shook his head.

"The wind...is calm..."

Red Iris blinked.

"As expected of a saint bathed in God's grace... Sir, Miss, can you teach me how to entertain you well these days?"

She was about to call the waiter.

"By the way. You can call me Christine."

(End of this chapter)