The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 317 Ch316 Joking

Chapter 317 Ch.316 Joking

Regarding the Inquisition's investment, Ferrolan didn't have much say (compared to other matters).

——Because she cares more about the special perfume that Roland gave her exclusively than investing in Enid.

Executives are happy, too.

First of all, it is indeed a good thing for these gentlemen and ladies who don't have much money in their pockets and have various reasons to stay in the trial court.

Roland is one of his own.

Judging from the relationship he showed with Fernandez and Enid, he is someone who can be trusted.

Secondly.

"Holy water"...

To say the least, the adults have endless amounts of holy water whenever they need it; to say more, the ritual performers have to look at their luck every month.

Selling a portion of holy water to the church will not bring you much money.

As for selling to aristocrats or nouveau riche...

There is still no chance of an Inquisition Executor.

So Roland's proposal was almost approved by all the executives - they didn't have to deal with ghosts, they only had spare parts, and they could make a lot more.

Two to five shillings—the church's recovery price.

Roland doubled.

Although he explained that he only holds a small share in the "Fountain of Youth",...

Tyler?

Fuck Taylor.

No one in the Inquisition would be grateful to Tyler Miller Hadler. They are a group of stubborn, mean 'wastes' who have drunk blood and have shed blood themselves or their relatives. For these people, the Inquisition is the only 'family' that can still take them in and give them shelter.

Here are their years, their real brothers and sisters who have been born and died countless times. They are familiar with every pattern on the corridor columns and the weight of that cross.

They've grown old with this shitty place.

This is the view of most senior executives.

And young people?

Young people are not yet qualified to speak.

Frankly speaking, there are very few young people like Roland and Xander who have a voice in the team - real geniuses will not stay in the Tribunal, and the Tribunal cannot retain real geniuses.

Two people are special cases.

"So, it's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Randolph found that he had to re-evaluate Roland's status in the Inquisition...

"You don't have anything to do with 'that', do you?"

In the carriage, Randolph asked Roland in a sly voice - that person was definitely not the supreme one.

"What's the relationship?" Roland rubbed his forehead. He didn't spend much energy talking about the 'shareholding' matter. Including communicating with his brothers and sisters, it only took about twenty minutes - but he stayed in the trial court for only one moment. half an hour.

As for what the time was used for...

How to eat a conch without tools or hands?

"I've been blocked for an hour, Roland."

"If you don't tell the truth, I will sue you."

Roland:......

"Ms. Enid Judea...saved my life."

Randolph nodded. He knew this, about Roland's origins - his father burned himself and his old house, and he was rescued from the flames by a team of executioners.

"So, it's just this kind of 'saved your life'?"

the pointed-chinned businessman asked.

"...What's 'just' this kind of thing?"

"Well, there is more than one way to help, my friend." Randolph shrugged and bumped Roland with his shoulder in an awkward manner, "...For example, some people have some little quirks and like to shout '...oh...' from the top of the mountain. You saved my life!'"

"so--"

Roland's face was expressionless: "I'm just an executive, Randolph. Madam is the presiding judge. You won't understand the difference between them."

Randolph disagreed: "That's why men have to fill the 'gap' with their own strengths. This is exactly what we should do."

"Beatrice has never seen this side of you."

When he mentioned Beatrice, Randolph instantly lost his good mood. He looked at Roland and said in a bad tone, "Betty has been talking about you lately."

"Because her brother is never around her."

Randolph raised his eyebrows: "Oh, so, are you here?"

Roland blinked: "I always go there secretly at night."

"Should I duel with you?"

Roland smiled and said: "You know, Randolph, she loves you very much, but she just has her own way of expressing it."

Randolph got a headache when he mentioned 'expression'.

After Roland and the 'Ice Doctor', his Betty gradually became more cheerful: she talked more and became more active - this should have been a good thing.

If only she hadn't been destroying her room and leaving her paint all over it.

Every time Randolph came home, there were new surprises.

It’s different every time.

"Theresa told me that she often says your name, Roland, you should visit...her more often."

Randolph was also conflicted.

On the one hand, he doesn't want his sister to get too close to a 'heartthrob' - especially if she is not quite 'normal'.

There will be no future between them.

But on the other hand, Randolph hoped that Roland could visit Beatrice more.

As long as Roland is present, Beatrice will...

More like a normal person.

Normal, a normal person who misses people and has emotions.

Roland himself didn't know, but as his brother, as Theresa who managed the old house and watched Beatrice grow up, and Bronte who stayed with her almost all the time - they saw it clearly.

Beatrice loved spending time with Roland.

"Go while I'm away."

Randolph made a final compromise with a straight face.

"No one invited me, Randolph." Roland shook his head and sighed: "How can there be no formal invitation? Besides, I'm almost out of cigars..."

"Roland."

"Um?"

"Fuck you."

After a brief silence, the two laughed.

"I think you are almost becoming her brother."

"After next Christmas, I will officially change my name to Roland Taylor...Do I have a share in the family property?"

Randolph laughed: "Maybe my father will like you, really."

"It's enough that two Taylors like me."

"Um...my Betty? Who else? The other one can't be me, right?"

Roland: "It's Miss Bronte."

Randolph: ...

"...I recently planned to ask Bronte to write something for publicity - she has read books and can use a pen well." He gave Roland a cigar, lit it for himself, and held it in the corner of his mouth: "Each of you In major newspapers and salons, including writing about the mysterious history of the "Fountain of Youth"..."

"We don't have the finished product yet, Randolph. We haven't even finished decorating the store yet."

Roland reminded him if it was a little too early.

"Not early." Randolph shook his head: "All publicity must be arranged before bottling-"

He blew out a puff of smoke, leaned back in his chair, and let the mist cover his shrewd blue-violet eyes.

"You don't need to think about the business layout, Roland, this is the battlefield of the Taylor family. What I want to ask is, apart from the previous ones, do you have any new ideas? You and Miss Vansittart, you really should do some business..."

"Restricted purchase, how about it?" Roland glanced at the characters made of flames next to Randolph's shoulder. As he read them, he began to wonder if Miss Nina was a businessman in her history.

"Purchase limit?" Randolph repeated, obviously understanding the meaning of the word: "Limit the daily sales quantity?"

"Yes, because the production process is complicated, the output is small enough... few and precious. Therefore, the highest-end and most expensive one is obviously different in quantity from the civilian style."

Roland finished reading one paragraph and then read the next: "We can publicize some 'gossip' before selling the first batch - for example, the first batch of "Fountain of Youth" was made by several founders, and there were only one thousand, or Five hundred bottles...you can have your signature on them. "

Randolph thought for a while and drew inferences: "Perhaps, we can do this once every few models..."

"Full marks."

"You should really be a businessman, Roland."

He said I should really be a businessman.

"snort."

Thank you Miss Nina, and thank you, Wrench.

"This was not Su Yue's idea."

I almost thought she was a businessman.

"The knowledge in her memory, Roland, does not mean it comes from her."

Oh, then…

Besides thanking you and her, who should I thank?

The white flames jumped a few times.