The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 144 Ch.143 Fog of War minus one

Beatrice is indeed very cute.

If she hadn't held Roland tightly, not letting him leave, and when Randolph and the maid tried to dissuade him, she would have kicked her brother in the face with her palm-sized feet painted with emerald oil...

She could also be called a lady.

Randolph had the idea of ​​letting Roland be his sister's 'doctor' - but then he considered that his sister didn't pay much attention to his 'brother'.

If it takes a long time...

The most important thing is that Roland is an executive and he doesn't have time to go to Taylor's house every day to accompany Beatrice.

This makes Mr. Businessman both happy and regretful.

"You should go to church and donate more money."

Before leaving, Roland asked Randolph.

It has to be said that this wealthy businessman who can almost fill the room with gold pounds is really a lucky man - in such a position, he is not targeted by the cultists. Isn't he lucky enough?

He did not go to the church to show his "piety", so the church would not appoint priests to help him in times of crisis.

According to Roland's guess, he probably didn't respond to the solicitations of some nobles.

Then, the blue-blooded nobleman will also leave him.

He did not join a private alliance of merchants, and he did not believe in the Busy Daughter, a deity that everyone in the business world believed in except the Father of All.

The third crown: the busy daughter, the god of trade and wealth.

He does not believe it and does not accept the good intentions of the above three.

But he can still make his business so big.

Isn't this lucky?

"Donate?"

After Randolph hesitated, a smile slowly appeared as he listened to Roland's worried and sincere words.

He patted Roland's shoulder hard, first with gratitude and then with ridicule: "Oh, my brother, my handsome executive friend, I'm not a fool! In my position, how can I ignore these 'spells' in my hands?" Ladies and gentlemen?"

In fact, Roland is a bit of a 'country boy'.

"The owner of the Taylor family is not me, but my father, Bellows Taylor."

Randolph laughed: "The old man donates a lot of money to the church every year. Including private alliances, the family specially earmarks part of the expenses to provide these - well, can I call it 'protection money'?"

Roland was startled for a moment and then smiled: "Of course, although it doesn't sound very good."

"It does not sound good." Randolph laughed and shook his head: "If I had your talent, the money would be well spent - unfortunately, I have no connection with magic, and neither does my father."

When it comes to magic, Randolph feels a little regretful.

“We donate a large amount of money to the church every year, and private alliances can also provide great help to Taylor’s business—including the shareholders I told you before, one of whom is a ‘Gray Party’.”

Gray Party…

And the Secret Party.

Roland heard Fernandez talk about these two parties - including his uncle. It seemed that they were all concerned about who would be in power in the country, which party proposed what kind of bill, who opposed it, who was in favor of it, and if it was passed. What impact will the bill have on the country...

They are very enthusiastic about discussions.

Roland seemed to be uninterested.

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Means nothing.

"Ah, of course. Just like leather shoes."

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What does this have to do with leather shoes?

"The first thing gentlemen pay attention to is the surface of leather shoes-it needs to be polished and discernible, right?"

"Secondly, there is the lining and cushioning, which is related to the comfort of the soles of the feet;"

"Then, there are shoelaces and price, which is equivalent to 'price' - that is, buyers should consider whether it is worthwhile to pay this amount;"

"Finally, there's the sole."

"There is a situation that will make them pay attention to the soles first."

"When they find out they're scratching their feet."

Roland seemed to understand.

Sore feet?

Judging from his recent ‘urban experience’.

If the soles of your shoes hurt your feet, stamp them hard, rub them, and step on them, and they will soon become softer.

"You're always a bit of a pig and a bit of an Einstein."

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What?

Having said that, since the Taylor family has Gray Party shareholders, it is obvious that they also support the former to some extent - the party currently favored by the supreme lady.

And Charles Croy?

Apparently it's the latter.

Mentioning the Secret Party, Randolph flashed contempt on his face: "What's the use of them? Some old people who are about to be abandoned by the times and are about to lie in the cemetery. They are greedy and stupid but don't know it - do you know? Those who are born of Composed of nobles...Sorry, I forgot their names..."

"Blue-blooded nobleman." Roland reminded softly.

"...Yes, blue-blood nobles." Randolph said angrily: "The secret party members among them actually asked for 20% of the shares from the Taylor family, calling it 'cooperation' - this was after I mentioned that the Taylor family already had a gray On the premise of party shareholders.”

"Are they crazy? If Taylor takes another 20%, do we have to work hard every day just to make money for these gentlemen? The country has no tax, and we also donate to the church every year. Do we have to pay an extra half of the family, just for this? Let these old guys who own a lot of land say 'thank you' more?"

"I'm just a businessman."

"I love heavy gold pounds, free trade, reasonable taxes - but I have no interest in being a high-ranking figure."

Randolph turned the emerald ring on his hand, and his words were fierce and full of ridicule.

"My father is old, always cautious, afraid of offending anyone - we haven't violated the law, why should we live in fear?"

Roland didn't know how to answer. He was not qualified and could not give Randolph more advice about the blue-blood nobles and the two parties.

He couldn't even figure out the complicated relationship between them.

"Sorry, Randolph," Roland weighed his cane, "You can't expect someone who has just arrived in London to give you any advice. But I can tell you an interesting news-"

Roland said.

"You can visit the Tribunal once."

According to Fernandez and Enid, the "change" of the Tribunal may cause dissatisfaction with the church. At the same time, they are the blue-blood nobles-at least the enemies of the majority of the secret parties among the blue-blood nobles headed by Charles Chloe.

Then, the Taylor family, who are close to the Gray Party and the Queen, can also be regarded as friends of the Tribunal.

Roland is not so smart that he can use his eyes to sort out the complex web of politics, interests, and people's hearts, but he can at least help the Inquisition with some clumsy and capable things - in fact, this inexperienced and uncunning Mr. Cat doesn't know.

Once the Inquisition stands on the side of the monarch...

The tangible and intangible wealth obtained is much more than when he was in the church.

"The Inquisition?"

Randolph narrowed his eyes: "The Inquisition seems to have not been involved in these troubles for many years."

Roland smiled: "Times are different, right?"

The Inquisition...

The Church.

Mr. Merchant stared at Roland, thinking.

"I never knew that the Holy Cross was so complicated." He was so sharp that he almost found the problem from Roland's words: "... No, this is normal."

"Thank you, Roland."

"I will visit the Tribunal later."

Roland nodded in agreement: "Say you are my friend, Randolph. Randolph Taylor and Roland Collins are friends - you said that our friendship will last until we ascend to heaven..."

Randolph grinned: "Or go to hell."

"If I can choose, I would still choose Eden or heaven."

"Roland, I think, maybe hell is more comfortable - although there is nothing in it, except endless flames."

In the living room, Theresa led Beatrice.

She saw the two men talking at the door and suddenly laughed again, and relief appeared on her face.

-The master's health is not optimistic.

The Taylor family needs a new owner who is as strong as a bear and as cunning as a fox.

He must be smart enough, fierce enough, and have enough friends.

Little Randolph did exactly the right thing.

From the few times she saw him, Mr. Roland Collins might not be a ‘normal’ person, not a ‘decent’ gentleman, but he was definitely an excellent friend, a loyal, sincere, and pure brother.

“Roland, Roland, Roland…”

Beatrice pulled Theresa’s hand, interrupting the old maid’s thoughts.

She lowered her head slightly and looked at her lady with tender eyes.

“You like Mr. Collins, don’t you?”

Beatrice Taylor’s eyes widened immediately, and she looked at Theresa with the iris-stained gemstones.

“He’s beautiful!”

Theresa gently stroked Beatrice’s hair and smiled, “Yes, he’s very beautiful and a gentle person. If I were thirty years younger, I would fall in love with him…”

Beatrice didn’t understand.

“But he’s not a good choice, my lady.”

She moved her eyes to the door again.

The brilliant gold cast a layer of dreamy golden gauze over the tall young man in black.

"He treats you with respect and is wise."

"He has an exquisite appearance and a gentle heart."

"Who wouldn't want to get close to him if they had eyes?"

Theresa knew Beatrice couldn't understand, so she just talked to herself:

"But skilled and brave knights have no shortage of rare and excellent horses."

"There are countless horses in their stables that are eagerly waiting."

"They look forward to riding with the knights, sharing honor and glory... But in the end, the only one who can accompany him to break through the enemy's formation is his favorite and strongest one..."

Theresa sighed in her heart as she looked at Beatrice with her eyes wide open.

My poor lady.