The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 325 Ch.324 Cigar Social

Louis Hyman, member of the Illette Art Association, youngest son of the Hyman family, sixth ring organist.

"Bristol is extremely dangerous, isn't it? I'm really worried that the city that was finally built will be destroyed by the desires of people with evil intentions." He put his hat on his chest, nodded to Randolph, and then Looking at Roland:

"Especially the casino there, I still have fresh memories - how can there be a villa made of gold?"

"Later I heard that Mr. James Shelley's shares were among them. I was not surprised at all."

"This is a wealthy businessman who is going to enter the perfume industry in the near future. I heard that he is threatening to be the Benevento of the new era - oh, but he doesn't get along with Mr. Benevento very well, but he does get along with our Heyman The relationship is good.”

Then, it is inclined to the secret party and the church.

The message conveyed in his words is not uncomplicated, but why?

However, Louis did not give Randolph and Roland time to ask questions, and immediately continued: "I was in a rush last time and didn't have the chance to chat with you for a few more words - Mr. Taylor, I have to say, "Golden Smoke" cigars In your hands, it has become a necessity for almost every decent gentleman. "

A well-placed smile appeared on Randolph's face, and he was very friendly: "That is the luck of the golden smoke, not every gentleman's luck. It seems that you also love this smoke-filled activity?"

"certainly."

"Then I must give you a few boxes of the latest limited edition. Please try it. They are the real ones. We have selected them through thousands of screenings. They have-"

He started again.

"Cigar social."

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Yeah, Randolph always has a way.

"You should learn more from him."

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I'm tired and want to eat. Is there anywhere I can take a break? These pants are too tight...

"I don't know how to make progress at all."

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What qualifications do you have to say that I sleep longer than me every day.

"I don't have a body, idiot! I have to be long enough to..."

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What is it used for?

"Enjoy your sleep."

Roland:......

Someone who was slightly lost in thought was actually thinking about his dinner options and which of the two juices he drank before tasted better.

Until the sound of 'Roland' woke him up again.

"I'm just saying, you should be a work of art here, not someone who appreciates art."

Louis Heyman teased: "Someone is intimidating you, isn't it?"

Perhaps it was Louis's wonderful temperament that made it difficult for him to be serious, or perhaps he was the first to simplify the title.

Roland glanced briefly and said, "Yes, otherwise he will never want me to see his sister again. You may not know, but I am a weak and unopposed person, so coercing me is the right choice."

Randolph: ...

You fart.

If I had my say, you'd better live at Taylor's all year--

in the servants' room.

This will not only make it easier for my sister to enjoy the game, but will also not delay the separation of them after the game.

"My friend, Mr. Heyman. The work of my friend's friend, Mr. Victor Sala, we are here for this." Since they were standing next to the sculpture, Roland didn't have to spend any effort to explain who Victor Sala was. What on earth did you get out?

"It's a very good work. I think the reason why it's here is not just because Mr. Sara is not a member of the Elit Art Association. There should be other reasons?"

Louis Hyman hit the nail on the head.

He knows too well what the virtues of the Elit Art Association are.

Randolph explained to him the 'stupid thing' he had done with a grimace.

"With all due respect, that is indeed a bit...indecent." Heyman considered his words and said frankly: "You went beyond Yi Laite and not only bought one newspaper - to be honest, it doesn't matter if you only buy three or four newspapers. …”

But how could a person like Randolph care about that little money.

"Mr. Hyman." Randolph hesitated.

He had actually rejected Marvolo Heyman's solicitation before, rejected his invitation, refused to become a shareholder, refused...

Well, he agreed to nothing.

So it was impossible for Louis Heyman to show kindness to him.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to actually make a request and embarrass both parties.

"For the last time I was rude, please allow me to express an appropriate apology." Randolph still decided not to mention it. Even for Louis Hyman, it might only be a sentence, but Randolph couldn't do this.

Louis Heyman smiled brightly: "No apology, sir, just because we all love Golden Smoke." "

“Gold Smoke cigars are truly the best.”

Seeing that the conversation had come to an end, Roland took over: "The smoke is rich and fragrant, and the wrapper of each cigarette is soft and complete. After smoking, the spirit will be particularly relaxed, which will make people want to drink a large glass of rum and eat a large piece. Tender and juicy steak, I want to remove Victor Sala’s sculpture from this exhibition room immediately.”

Randolph: ...

Louis:…

Mr. Businessman glared at Roland secretly.

My stupid friend with golden eyes, if you say this, only a dumber person than you would agree... Betty? Why did I think of Betty.

The three of them were silent for a few breaths.

"Okay." Louis Heyman replied lightly.

Randolph: ...

Randolph:?

"Sorry, Mr. Heyman, this doesn't have to be-" Randolph didn't want Louis to think that he had done anything good, so that he would come to 'ask' for any reward later. He would rather torture the person in charge a little more, which would cost him a few hundred pounds more, but what kind of money is that?

"No, Mr. Taylor, this is the deal between me and Roland Collins," Louis winked: "Our deal."

He took Roland in his arms like an old friend and walked to another exhibition hall. Randolph frowned and did not follow too closely.

Roland's feeling was very strange.

——He doesn't mind the handshakes and hugs between same-sex friends, and Randolph often punches me, and I punch you when I wait for you to drink tea.

Including him and his uncle.

The answer to why he hated Gary Kratofer was clear.

And now.

Roland felt that 'disgust' and 'pain' were constantly surging in the heart of Louis Heyman, who was holding him in his arms.

This intertwined emotion stayed on Roland's temple, like a steel needle that has been sharpened for tens of thousands of miles and still exists in you.

You can imagine how sharp it is.

"Mr. Heyman."

"Please say?"

Roland raised his shoulders: "I'm not a priest."

Louis Heyman was stunned for a moment and didn't understand: "...Me, neither am I?"

"Then, why do you still do things you don't like?" Roland said with a calm expression, "After all, we are not priests, nor are we devout boys."

For a moment, Roland felt the malice that was almost solidified.

But it was only for a moment.

Louis Heyman let go of his hand, his twisted expression was like that of a man who had seen the Father of All Things. He only bathed in the divine light for a few seconds, and then he repeatedly awakened to think about this boring life, society and country. Falling into the endless cycle of boredom.

Roland suddenly thought of the undertaker of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

For some reason, he thought, Louis Hyman needed an undertaker to beautify the living, maybe?

The embalmer maintains the dignity of the dead, but can the same be done for the living?

"You are sharper than anyone I have ever met, Mr. Rowland Collins."

"I mean, anyone."

Louis Heyman narrowed his narrow, upward eyes, and the musical note earrings in his hair swayed slightly like Roland's.