The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 318 Ch.317 Randolph's friend

"I heard from you..."

The carriage drove into "Taylor" and stopped, but the two people did not leave the carriage.

The coachman was very sensible and gently knocked on the hood, whispered to Randolph, and left first, and asked the servants to leave.

"The elusive friend said..."

Roland stroked the shiny handle of the cane.

Randolph hesitated, as if he had something to say.

"I think she will change her last name to Collins sooner or later..." The man muttered, glancing at Roland, hesitating whether to say what he had already prepared.

"With our relationship, Randolph. Unless you hold a cult ceremony in public, what else do you have to worry about?"

"If that can bring me 100,000 pounds." Randolph rubbed his eyes: "... I have a friend, Roland. A very good friend. He doesn't help my business much, but we have been good friends since we were young..."

Roland gestured that he was listening.

"That bastard has been... not quite right recently."

"For example?"

"He is an artist. You know, artists are always weird, just like politicians, wine, women, cigarettes and complaints - 'the public is stupid'." Randolph made a joke, hooked his fingers on the collar, and loosened them left and right: "But he has been..."

He told Roland that his reclusive friend might have been infected with a curse or contacted 'people he shouldn't have contacted'.

He has become different from before. Not only is he willing to communicate with people, but he has also started to spend money lavishly.

A few days ago, he invited Randolph to his home and borrowed some money from Randolph.

Two thousand pounds.

This is not a small amount of money.

Many people cannot earn it in their lifetime.

Randolph slowly described to Roland what he saw in his friend's house: "... I found some animal fur, very fresh fur. Some red animals whose functions I don't know... or human blood? You know Beatrice's hobby, so I can guarantee that it is definitely not paint."

He said.

"And some paper."

A layer of heavy emotion appeared in the narrowed eyes of the blond man: "Paper with scribbled patterns. I didn't dare to touch it, I only vaguely remembered a little and told the ritualist at home..."

The answer is not good.

The ritualist, who is also the guardian of the Taylor family, said: Although Randolph Taylor's description is not complete, it sounds like an illegal ritual... or even a cult...

Cult.

"How could my friend be involved in a cult?"

The carriage in late winter is not stuffy. Randolph pulled the collar a few more times with more force, as if he wanted to pull out the shirt under the collar, as well as the skin, fascia, flesh and internal organs that were stuck to the shirt.

He has few friends, and Victor Sala is one of them.

"I've known him since I didn't take over the business." Randolph was a little irritated: "We drank together, talked about women, and fought with drunks on the street... He ridiculed me as a greedy vulture, and I ridiculed his "artwork" as worthless and stupid to the extreme..."

Recalling the time he spent with Victor, Randolph seemed to have returned to those days of vulgarity and shamelessness, and swearing.

He was not worthy of "Taylor" at that time.

But he was very happy.

"He has no wife, and I have never heard that he has a lover. He has fewer friends than I do, Roland. I dare say that no one except me will lend him two thousand pounds - art? No, no, no, Roland, although we always have another face in private, but I can guarantee it."

"He is a talented artist."

Randolph said.

"He has talent and a persistent heart."

"I just pushed him a little..."

Artist.

This title does not sound like someone who is short of money.

"Because he rarely sells his works, and he almost never accepts 'help' from others - yes, that's right. He is aloof, mean, and unkind. You can use many unpleasant words to describe him."

"But that's my friend, Roland. I don't want to see him on the gallows one day..."

"Or in the flames."

Randolph took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

After repeating it several times, he turned his face so that Roland could clearly hear the weakness and pleading in his words: "I don't 'request', Roland, because you are an equally important friend of mine. But, if you can, help me take a look at him, okay?"

"Victor is a good man, never prying into things he doesn't understand - you can even describe him as 'conservative'."

"How can such a person be connected with a cult?"

Victor Sara.

No wife, no lover, no friends.

A secluded weirdo, an artist.

A friend of Randolph Taylor.

"How is his health?" Roland asked.

"He doesn't show any problem...at least in my opinion. Two thousand pounds, what disease would cost two thousand pounds." Randolph shook his head: "...He is only interested in his work. Apart from the food and water necessary for survival, there will be no other "useless things" in his house."

Generally speaking, the most likely people to find cultists or be found by cultists are those who are seriously ill.

If Victor Sala had an appointment with a doctor recently, it would be obvious.

Secondly.

There is another possibility.

"You said he has no lover?"

"No."

Randolph was sure of this.

If they had not known each other for many years, people who had just met him would even doubt whether he was the 'sinner' described in the Book of Eden.

Sinners who are only interested in the same sex and rebel against the natural laws created by God.

"There is the easiest way to know whether he has been in contact with cultists."

Roland said.

holy water.

A person who has performed, or has been in close contact with, a cult ritual may feel uncomfortable with holy water.

The power of this extreme sun will harm them.

On the contrary, it proves that he has nothing to do with the cult...

Either he hasn’t been exposed to it to a certain extent, or he is only exposed to an illegal ‘invisible art’.

Then there is a chance of recovery.

Because Roland hated the cultists so much, there was a hint of coldness in the conversation - Randolph could certainly detect it.

"Roland."

"Um?"

"What if, I mean, what if..." Randolph lowered his eyes and trembled: "What if he made some 'deal' with the cultists...?"

Roland turned his head to the other side and stroked the raised lines on the inside of the car wall with his fingertips:

"will die."

"Randolph."

"If he deals with a cultist, he will die."

Something happening to you and not happening to you are two completely different attitudes.

No one is exempt from vulgarity.

Randolph stared at Roland's cold side face and returned the topic to the conversation at the beginning - Lillian Rose Vansittart.

"I heard from Miss Vansittart that you were looking for something."

"Magical item, isn't it?"

He said softly: "I told you that the Taylor family has dealt with 'extraordinary people' a long time ago. Maybe we are not lucky enough to have real power, but we have it and know how to turn it into cash..."

Roland did not look back, but also refused in a very soft voice: "Randolph, we are friends. Let me put it this way - if Victor Sara is not too deeply involved with the cultists, or he is just trying stupidly An invisible technique, it depends on the relationship between you and him and the relationship between you and me..."

"Please continue his career as an artist."

The story turns here.

"But if he's in too deep..."

Roland turned his body sideways with a sincere expression: "If you sink too deep, Randolph, believe me, no one can convince a crazed lunatic - maybe you haven't seen how crazy a real cultist is..."

"You know what? He might kill you, kill Beatrice, kill Teresa and Bronte - I can't say they are irrational, but this sanity is definitely not what you and I imagine. ”

"What are you going to do if he is?"

"Protect him?"

"Even if the Tribunal does not deal with it, the church will not let this situation happen."

"No orthodox sect will turn a blind eye to cultists."

"What are you going to do if the ritual requires the use of a 'friend's head'?"