The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 121 Ch.120 Charles Chloe

The entire funeral procession was boring and long. First, a black hearse slowly drove in, and then the coffin bearers and pallbearers were divided into the left and right sides, and professional mourners followed behind.

Each of these hired people looked very sad, crying but silently, lonely like a shadow in the daytime, wandering around or following the coffin bearers.

The dark team snaked from the entrance of the cemetery like a snake whose whole family had died.

It was also at this time that Roland saw Mince Chloe's father.

Charles Chloe.

He was very old, thin and tall, with all the bones protruding from his dry face - coupled with his sunken cheeks, Roland couldn't help but think of those doctors who were described as holding saws and staring at you.

He took off his hat and pressed it on his chest, revealing his side-parted and combed hair, thanked everyone, and then gave way to the monk.

- A monk from the church holding a holy book.

He first led everyone to review the "great deeds" that Mince Chloe had done in his lifetime, then he sang praises to his character, his excellent and noble bloodline, traced his family, and prayed to the benefactor, wishing him eternal peace and prosperity in Eden.

Interestingly, when talking about "friends in his lifetime", Roland noticed that the names mentioned by the monk were almost all female -

It seemed that someone deliberately crossed out all the male names.

Not only Roland.

Most of the faces present instantly tightened.

"If you laugh in such an occasion, you can wait to be in the newspaper."

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I think everyone is having a hard time holding it in.

"The funniest part is still to come."

"Think about Orlando Wilson."

That's right.

Orlando Wilson.

His "family" is here today, but... where are the coffins and tombs?

Roland put his hands together, pretended to bow his head and pray, his lips moving:

"Randolph."

"Roland?"

"Mr. Orlando Wilson, isn't he buried today?"

The people beside him couldn't help it, and Roland seemed to hear a barely audible "puff".

"...Orlando Wilson is not buried here, Roland. Do you think that after "that" happened, the Chloe family still allowed Orlando and Mince Chloe to "sleep" next to each other?"

Roland frowned, held his lips, and scratched them with his teeth.

"You are now like a baby gorilla who wants to blow kisses."

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Stop teasing me, Wrench.

"The "relatives" of the Wilson family came today hoping to talk to Charles Chloe - as long as that gentleman asks for help, they may be able to inherit the Wilson family's wealth."

At this point, Randolph told Roland a funnier story.

——These "relatives" who came from afar to inherit the Wilson family's wealth found many cemeteries and promised their managers:

As long as they gave Orlando Wilson a decent and up-to-date funeral, they would be offered double the gold pounds later.

However, no cemetery agreed to hold a funeral on credit.

The person is dead.

After the funeral, they can't dig the person out without money (it's not impossible, but it's not cost-effective and not decent).

This proposal is simply a joke.

"...They do this to find a reason to inherit the property."

Randolph snorted slightly, with contempt in his eyes: "This group of scammers set their sights on the Wilson family because they have almost no relatives. As far as I know, the nearest cousin is also far away in India."

Roland turned his head and whispered back: "...Can they succeed?"

"It's possible, but the "good deeds" of these two gentlemen have a huge impact, and many people are watching. This group of people came at the wrong time and chose the wrong target to cheat."

The farewell ceremony was slowly carried out as Roland and Randolph talked in a low voice.

When the monk finished his prayer, the photographer came forward and took pictures of everyone.

Several servants who distributed memorials were waiting not far away, with two large boxes next to them. Other servants began to help each other lift the table, move the chairs, put on the tablecloth, and take out pies, butter or cooked chicken from the prepared boxes.

People sat down one after another, and some servants who followed the ladies or gentlemen brought their own food or red wine.

The cemetery was no longer quiet, and people talked, gentlemen and gentlemen, ladies and ladies, talking about Chloe or popular anecdotes.

The whole funeral was over from the beginning of the meal.

People could choose to finish the meal or leave directly after saying goodbye to the family of the deceased.

Randolph and Roland chose the latter.

Because it was too cold today.

However, even if he was ready to leave, Randolph would spend half an hour saying goodbye to acquaintances for the act of "leaving".

Roland was waiting for him by the carriage outside the cemetery.

At this time, an unexpected person appeared.

Charles Chloe.

The man with sunken cheeks hurried towards Roland without a servant.

"Mr. Collins!" He seemed to have a naturally high voice, but his voice was unexpectedly hoarse - this strange contrast made people feel uncomfortable.

He called out, then, holding his gentleman's cane, he walked forward quickly.

"Mr. Roland Collins!"

He came to Roland and did not extend his hand rudely, as if he knew Roland's inconvenience, but just paused slightly, controlling the distance between the two of them very appropriately.

"Good day, Mr. Collins."

He said.

"I'm Charles Chloe." He introduced himself: "The father of poor Mince Chloe, a ritualist of the church, and also...your brother or sister."

Roland bowed slightly and forced a warm smile: "Good day, Mr. Chloe."

Charles Chloe: "I've heard of your deeds. You killed the cultists who entered the circle alone. You are an absolutely competent executor-I have met Enid Judya several times. Speaking of which, we should have met earlier."

"Our Truth Council lacks people with extraordinary talents like you."

He didn't wait for Roland to answer, and laughed hoarsely in his hoarse and high voice: "Of course, I think you don't want to leave the Tribunal, right? Some executors are indeed like this. Once they plunge into the flames of trial, they never want to leave."

He took out his pocket watch and took a look.

"Mr. Collins, I don't know if you are free. I want to talk to you about Mince Chloe."

It means that they have to find a place where no one is around.

A remote place away from the carriage.

Large areas of green plants grow wantonly, neat stone roads, orderly arranged graves, and dense trees.

"... My son is a fool, Mr. Collins. I am ashamed of it, but I can't express it."

Charles Chloe said this when the two were alone.

"I only hate this about him, and I have scolded him countless times - especially not to be with people of questionable character."

"Especially that filthy guy from the Wilson family."

"I don't even want him to marry that ignorant woman from a merchant family..."

Charles Chloe sighed.

Roland was confused.

He...

What does it mean to say this to himself?