The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 169 Ch.168 Chandson’s ultimate pursuit

Fernandez routinely warned Chandson, including but not limited to, 'You are not allowed to spread anything you saw at the banquet', 'You are not allowed to participate in any spiritual or secret gatherings', 'You are not allowed to touch or purchase prohibited books', 'You are not allowed to Providing money or any assistance other than money to ritualists of unknown origin...'

Etc., etc.

There are dozens of them in total. Fernandez said everything with a straight face, and Chandson put on a serious attitude to match, nodding from time to time, and speaking in response from time to time.

It was completely different from the nobles Roland had seen before.

"To be honest, if it were the Inquisition ten years ago, you might have been burned to death." The priest finished speaking and pursed his dry lips.

"Then I have to praise time." Chandson said with a smile.

Fernandez didn't want to talk to this slippery man anymore and stood up with a cigarette in his hand: "I'm going to see Mr. Benevento. Roland, you wait for me here."

He nodded to Chandler, turned and left the room.

As soon as he left, Chandson seemed to be restless and immediately started talking to Roland.

He seemed to know Roland's name.

"I've heard of you, Mr. Collins." He swung his hips and turned. There was shrewdness in those blue eyes narrowed by fat: "...I heard that you helped my friend in West Manlis. You and you...is the one just now the captain?"

"I haven't had time to thank you, but it's really inappropriate to meet you in this place."

Chandson's 'friend'.

He was referring to Kate Pacetti.

"My captain helped Ms. Kate Pacetti, me? I just hope I didn't cause more trouble to you and your friends." Roland replied tepidly.

Philip Chandson looked at him carefully and smiled: "Oh, that's no trouble at all. Only an ignorant fool would be dissatisfied when the bailiff comes to drive out evil for us."

Roland's voice was gentle: "As long as I don't cause any trouble to you and your friends."

"My 'friend' is not from a very good background and has little knowledge. She cannot realize the vastness of this world - you should not care too much about her. I have been staying in London recently and I have heard a lot about your name, Mr. Roland Collins. ”

"If she, Kate Pacetti, was disrespectful in her words, I apologize on her behalf."

Philip Chandson suddenly stopped smiling, his fat face was straight, he stood up politely, caressed his chest and bowed to Roland.

He quickly saluted before Roland stood up, and then sat down quickly.

Then, he continued to put on that unserious expression.

"I know who she is, but if I have to guess, it's definitely not a good one." Chandsen said with excitement, "But maybe you are still young and don't understand why a man like me would put his love in this kind of thing." A woman of birth——”

"Because, that's a dancer."

He kept it secret and winked: "Soft limbs, woman, you will know sooner or later that the angle of wonder is a wonderful taste that is difficult to let go and forget..."

Roland:......

He suddenly didn't know how to answer this.

"Hahahaha! I am very discerning, aren't I? You must be pursued by many people, but you have not yet become a real man. If you have time, I would be very happy to invite you to enjoy the most wonderful thing in the world with me... "

"Well, it's not just musical instruments that make good sounds, Mr. Collins."

"He has a point."

Roland lowered his head pretending to be shy and asked curiously: "Ms. Pasetti must miss you very much."

"Ah, yes, there are so many people in this world who miss me." Chandson said nonchalantly: "If it's just a hug, a kiss, and a deep exchange of feelings, then I will have endless love to talk about all day long. I gave her what she deserved, we were fair.”

fair.

"You see, I paid gold pounds—not shillings and pence. I gave her a small estate, I gave her servants, and I gave her a rich, worry-free life."

"What more could she ask for?"

Chandson pretended to be deep in thought and said "Ah!" "Oh! She also needs a devout believer who devoutly believes in the supremacy of love, a lover who is obedient to her and responds to her every request."

"right?"

The fat man clapped his hands and said, "Oh, how can such a good thing in the world? I also want a wife with a dowry of one hundred thousand pounds... Who is more interested in me or the wife with a dowry of one hundred thousand pounds? Can you choose me?”

Roland laughed at this self-deprecating remark that was not quite 'aristocratic'.

It also instantly shortened the distance between the two.

In terms of status and wealth.

Roland smiled and said, "I don't agree with what you said."

"You may agree, or you may not agree. You may agree on the surface, but disagree in your heart. Maybe both, maybe none... In short, I don't want a lady with a dowry of 100,000 pounds." Chandson shook his head and said a lot.

"I like poor people."

He said.

"Just like people who understand true power will be in awe of you. And poor people will inevitably be in awe of wealth, which allows me to live a more noble life than the royal family..."

He shrank his neck and turned his eyes left and right, as if he was afraid that the queen would suddenly jump out from somewhere.

It's really funny, and it's really interesting.

"You are the master of wealth." Roland sighed: "You are wiser than most people I have met."

"Oh, I guess this 'majority' must include my Pasetti."

Qian Desen rolled his eyes and said teasingly:

"I don't know if she has offended you and Mr. Dewinson. But based on my judgment of her, I guess the relationship between you and her will not be too happy. I apologize to you today, and I will invite you to share the happiness in the future. … Mr. Collins, I wish not only to ask for your forgiveness, but also for your friendship.”

Roland tilted his head slightly, with a puzzled expression: "It won't be long before you arrive in London."

This means.

What about before that?

"Because before, the Inquisition was not the Inquisition." Chandson said without any secret, with a calm face: "I had never heard of the 'Inquisition' before. I only knew about the Holy Cross, the Church, the blue-blood nobles, and the Holy Cross. What...what parliament."

He asked Roland: "Should I hand over my friendship to a submissive servant?"

Roland was silent.

He is really well informed.

"I am a lowly member of the blue-blooded aristocracy, but I do not participate in politics or parties. I only spend a portion of my ocean-going earnings every year in exchange for a peaceful life."

Roland looked at the shrewd man in front of him and agreed with his words: "You are not only wise, but also a sincere person."

"Ha, if my father hadn't left me this title, I think I would have lived a more comfortable life." Philip Chandson pulled at the torn tassel on his chest and disagreed: "I don't care about manipulating power and participating in those' Children's games are of no interest to adults."

"I only like women, Mr. Collins. That's what a man wants."

Roland grinned with a hint of ridicule in his words: "Then your ultimate pursuit should be within easy reach."

"No, no, of course not." Chandson shook his head a few times: "If I had your appearance, it would be called 'easy to get'. But with this look, I can only be called 'no shortage of lovers' - —You don’t understand what truly makes a man happy.”

He moved his arms like an opera singer and spoke in a high-pitched voice: "It is indeed happy to use wealth to make people crawl. But above this, there is something even happier -"

"That is: the love of the poor."

"Seeing them passionately in love with me, their rich emotions are rushing towards me like the tide of a collapsed dam! They only have five shillings a week, but they are willing to spend three shillings to buy me an exquisite comb! How great is that? Achievements!”

"It would be difficult for Roland Collins to illuminate this great achievement."

"It's quite disturbing to be surrounded by rich women."

-

Rose...

-

No, no, no, I mean...

"Aha!"