The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 314 Ch.313 Isn’t this bad?

Roland and the others were a little late. When they arrived at Taylor's house, it seemed that Randolph had been waiting for a long time.

He was wrapped in a thick windbreaker and a scarf that completely hid his small face. Coupled with a well-covered double-layered woolen hat, he looked like a gray stone sculpture with a face that grew colder. The face that is indomitable in the wind is just as funny.

Then Roland laughed very impolitely.

Xander glanced at Rose and saw little Taylor rubbing his nose and laughing too, so he roughly ended the relationship between them.

My thorns have made good friends.

"He probably didn't wait long, right?" Roland stepped forward, opened his arms, hugged Randolph vigorously, and then asked the old maid Theresa who was serving him teasingly.

She was not as well wrapped as Randolph.

"It really didn't take long."

The old maid glanced at the short beard on Randolph Taylor's lips and chin, and smiled with intimacy: "My face was clean shaven before I came out."

Roland smiled.

The three people were welcomed into the old house. There was a sculpture about five feet tall on the shiny floor. The sculpture had been beaten into a wooden frame, and the layers of fine paper and silk wrapped in it fell to the ground. Two young maids were bending over. tidy.

Roland had two deepest impressions of Taylor.

The first is that every time he comes, Roland can find something new - such as the ivory from before, or the sculpture today. Randolph loves these things very much, but he doesn't seem to understand them as well as people who really love them.

Secondly...

"Roland Roland Roland!"

A light and heavy footsteps.

Beatrice ran in front, and Bronte chased behind, holding up her skirt.

Then, with all the ladies watching, the blonde girl fell into Roland's arms.

‘This is not appropriate, Master. ’

Teresa thought so, glanced at Randolph who was indifferent, and sighed inwardly.

…………

…

Roland introduced Xander to Taylor.

Also introduced them to Beatrice.

However, Miss Painter obviously didn't like this "Saint" very much - Roland felt that Beatrice had outstanding perception in this area, especially when she lay in his ear and whispered to Roland: 'Xander is scary. ’

If she is a ritualist, she is definitely one of the talented ones.

Beatrice: "I miss you so much."

Roland: "I miss you too."

Beatrice: "You're not coming."

Roland: "I'm a little busy, Betty, but I'm thinking of you."

Beatrice: "Really?"

Roland: "I also brought you a gift."

Beatrice: "I am also polite - brother! Money! I want money! I know money!"

Xander and Rose silently watched the farce in front of them, watching the blonde girl make fun of her brother. In front of the guests, she pulled his brother's sleeves extremely rudely, touched his pocket, and took out a few coins from it——

Roland guessed that Randolph had prepared it in advance.

"money!"

Beatrice clutched the coins, ignoring Bronte's helpless expression beside her, and proudly grabbed Roland's wrist, opened his palm, and slapped the coins heavily into his palm.

"Thanks, Betty, I just needed the money."

"It's me you should thank." Randolph said with a dark face.

Maybe it was Miss Bronte's daily companionship that played a role, maybe it was the Father of All Things...or some god's blessing, maybe, there were various possibilities - Beatrice Taylor's 'illness' had improved.

Not only does she know 'money', she can even compete with her brother in a battle of wits and courage.

——Although most children can see through that little scheme, it is still a very gratifying improvement.

For example, she likes to use various methods to cheat or steal money from his pocket.

Then hide under the bed.

For a business family, this is undoubtedly a very good sign: if she didn't say what she said next.

‘For Roland! ’

"I don't have to thank you, Randolph, Betty gave it to me."

"They belonged to me before."

Roland pretended to think: "Oh, indeed. Just like those dark slaves also belonged to their own country before."

Randolph laughed.

Roland pulled out a few test tubes from the inner lining, and they talked about business.

Perfume, the industry they work with.

Thanks to Nina's memory, the handmade perfumes Roland reproduces are more complex and clear than most on the market - these two words are not contradictory, and the more complex and clear the more expensive the price.

Randolph was obviously very familiar with perfume and had previously investigated their ‘competitors’.

It’s no exaggeration to say:

This perfume is amazing.

Even though he has tried several of the most expensive ones on the market, I have to say, it's awesome.

"Wormwood."

He fanned and sniffed repeatedly.

"A bit of a bitter and cold smell. Frankly speaking, it is hard for me to believe that this tube would come from the fingertips of a newcomer who has no apprenticeship, no teacher's guidance and inheritance." Randolph put the perfume on the backs of several ladies' hands, including the special ones. Lisa and Bronte.

"I don't know if it's my imagination, Roland, this smell makes me feel very..."

He thought for a long time and couldn't choose a suitable one.

But Bronte spoke at the right time and used a wonderful word to describe it: "Clean."

She lowered her head again, her eyes full of admiration.

"This smells 'clean', Mr. Collins."

"Wormwood, pepper, fir tree." Shandel was much more precise than Randolph, "Like a solitary, unpopular gentleman - he is not popular, right? Mysticism, black, taciturn, even with a hint of malice..."

In just a few seconds, Shandel portrayed a specific and imaginable image in everyone's mind.

"We are always on the same beat, Shandel." Roland praised: "I just happened to name this one -"

"Raven."

Shandel smiled: "I guess he won't like it, Roland."

Roland shrugged.

The second tube is more for ladies.

The third tube is still the same, but more youthful.

"...I regret not investing more, Roland."

Randolph became serious.

The businessman's keenness allowed him to immediately judge how much waves these treasures from a young man's hands would cause in the future market - perfume is not something that only nobles or big people use.

Every citizen of London needs it.

Men apply it on the brim of their hats or lapels, while women spray it on the fan, cuffs or floral decorations on their heads - regardless of their status, people need perfume to cover up their smell and add charm all the time.

The middle class has their own brands, and the rich have their own choices.

Even poor families often give their wives a bottle of cheap, poorly packaged but indeed fragrant, inferior violet perfume as a romantic gift during the holidays.

They love violets, and love them to the heart.

Randolph thought Roland had only heard some so-called "secret recipes" from some rare book or someone's mouth - you know, the really expensive and popular perfumes have been mixed countless times.

Beyond the raw material step, the extraction and mixing alone are the top secrets of every store.

Including the extraction method, what solvent to use, and what proportion of the aroma to mix after distillation and expression to present the desired smell.

This requires thousands of attempts.

Each time consumes a lot of money and time.

"It seems that we need a resounding and extraordinary name." Randolph suggested, looking at Roland: "Chief Perfumer, what do you think?"

Roland said, "Wait a minute."

Then, it was a long ten minutes.

He thought about it again and again, and finally, in Randolph's expectation, he slowly said: "'Luminous perfume', how about it?"

How about it?

The answer to him was deathly silence.

"Isn't it good?"

Roland drooped his mouth and frowned to explain: "'Luminous' means the rarity of perfume, and at the same time, it is as expensive and rare as gems...Isn't it good?"

He even thought that these people were a bit picky.

"Luminous perfume, or, gem perfume, how about it? I think gem perfume is also good... Sapphire perfume?"

Xindel felt that Roland was a rare 'genius' who could hesitate between 'gem' and 'sapphire'.

Randolph rubbed his face hard, looking like he was a few years older: "Roland."

"Randolph?"

"Go painting with Betty."