The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 247 Ch.246 Gambling

The people of Bristol live by the port, and so do cats.

In addition to the ever-present salty smell, floating balloons and small pennants, there are all kinds of cats on the street.

They are not afraid of people at all, with their tails up and bells swinging, one fiercely threatening the fishmonger, while others quietly detour, grab a fish from the bucket and run away - then the children of the surrounding vendors burst into laughter and chase them everywhere.

While waiting for Fiennes (Fernandez went to the other side of the city), Roland was really bored and picked up a balloon with a broken string stuck between two broken wooden boards.

He tied it to the tail of a cat.

In this way, when it runs, it can take the Father of All Things with it.

"But Roland."

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Huh?

"That's not a tail."

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I am blind after all.

Shandel watched the cat stumble away with its legs crossed, and then jumped onto the eaves. After making sure it was safe, it turned back and bared its teeth fiercely, meowing at Roland a few times - causing the girl to laugh repeatedly, looking at the cat, the balloons, and Roland's body.

"It's scolding you."

There were many balloons on the street, and the slightly denser areas almost blocked the sunlight like dense tree canopies.

They swayed in the wind, hit each other, and bounced left and right, silver and green, like a lush artificial forest.

It was beautiful.

Fiennes made Roland wait in the cold wind for ten minutes, and Shandel was very dissatisfied with this.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Sir, Miss."

Fiennes was dressed very formally today, as if to match the strong festive atmosphere, and tied a silver-spotted green bow tie at his collar - it had nothing to do with his deep and inappropriate old suit.

"Where can I take you? I know this place very well." He seemed to see that Shandel was puzzled and mocking his dress, but... he seemed not to see it? He didn't care, and still played the role he should play in front of Roland and Shandel.

"Take us to the places you often visit, Mr. Fiennes." Roland said, "Take us around, let us also get closer to your familiarity."

The angel case had no clue (perhaps it should have been closed long ago), and Fernandez went to the other side of the city to contact the ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

He and Shandel followed Fiennes, took a short vacation, and were also responsible for observing whether this "former executive" could be saved.

Although Fernandez said it firmly that night, Roland knew what people on the "Judgment" path had the most.

Fernandez was a fourth ring, so he should have some.

He did not say it clearly, but "you can ask him to take you around more" - it has already revealed Fernandez's true thoughts.

"The places I often visit?"

Fiennes was stunned.

The places he often goes to are not places that this young master and young lady can go to.

"I was born in a poorhouse, Mr. Fiennes. I don't know you, but when it comes to being extremely vicious, who can compare to a person who survived the poorhouse and became an executive officer?" Roland casually said his life experience, which made the other party even more surprised.

But only for a second.

Then, as if his butt was burned by fire, his voice stood up: "You are an excellent person! You can climb out of the quagmire! I should learn from you!"

Xindel sighed silently in his heart.

Over the years, Enid Judya has almost softened and melted the bones of the Tribunal with her invisible acid of inaction.

If all executives outside London are like Ram Fiennes...

No, that's not entirely true.

Those who are capable have applied for transfer.

It's a pity.

She remembers that "Trial" burns "compassion"... not "diligence"?

"You can show us the real life in Bristol." Shandel adjusted the gray crocodile leather bag on his arm, and the crisp sound of gold pounds hitting each other could be heard from time to time.

This sound was one of the best in the world in Ram Fiennes' ears.

"That's not just 'real', sir and madam, come, follow me!"

Ram Fiennes rolled his eyes, as if he had made an arrangement for the gold pounds in the crocodile leather bag. He leaned forward with his slender neck, cleared his throat several times, and called a carriage in a very stylish manner.

He took Roland and Shandel to a club.

It can be said to be private, or not private.

The reason for the former is that it is indeed allowed to enter only with the guarantee of a familiar face;

The reason for the latter is that people like Ram Fiennes can guarantee it, so it is hard to say that it is 'private'.

The uniquely decorated villa is located very close to the port, and you can almost see the sea from the balcony: a lot of gold is used inside it, whether it is a thin-necked gold bottle or gold foil that is almost chiseled into the painting. This vulgar host told the guests in an extremely vulgar but indeed effective way:

What can you get here?

This is a casino.

A high-end, private casino.

"I don't expect much from Bristol's 'high-end', Roland." Shandel was not familiar with gambling, but was definitely familiar with 'high-end'.

"If you like this game, I can ask my friends to introduce you to London, where only people with real status go."

She carried her bag and bent Roland's arm. When she talked, the corners of her mouth curved in a regular manner. Her two lake-blue eyes only looked at Roland, not the expensive and eye-catching decorations around her - Miss Qian from the big city, she was definitely.

"Gambling is just a leisure pastime, and many gentlemen are willing to spend time on it - I think it's better than riding around and shooting."

In her personal opinion, hunting is meaningless, unless the person riding in front of you is your enemy: then you can aim your gun at him or his horse's butt.

"I'm not interested in this "game", Shandel. Most of them are tricks used by scammers to deceive people, and a few rely on luck... Do you think a blind man would gamble on luck?"

The two talked in a low voice, like a young couple, a well-matched lover.

Ram Fiennes is more like their servant.

"I don't think it's a trick to deceive people, Mr. Collins." He disagreed with Roland's evaluation, and drooped his very light eyebrows: "It requires a very flexible mind and a brave and fearless heart - courage and wisdom are indispensable, and the "luck" you mentioned is only ranked last."

He knew at a glance that these two people had never participated in it, and didn't know how to enjoy this game.

"The club does not allow ritualists to use their abilities, so there is no point in talking about 'cheating' you mentioned - if you meet later, you and this lady will know that this game is absolutely not cheating."

"That is the entertainment of gentlemen, the fight on the gold pound field, the invisible confrontation of courage between people!"

Roland did not refute.

"Maybe."

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Is it true that once something you love is belittled, even if you are dumb, you can speak?

"Beatrice is a big fool."

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She is not.

"Look."

Roland:...