The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 326 Ch.325 Come on the dragon

When Randolph and his party came to the person in charge again, he gave the opposite answer to the previous one.

He previously said: Since Victor Sala has agreed, then Ilett has the right to place his works in any exhibition hall - as long as they belong to the exhibition hall, the association has not violated the rules.

Then.

Louis Heyman asked him for a 'favor' to remove Victor Sala's work early.

He said: Of course there is no problem, this is the creator’s right.

Roland pestered him and asked sincerely: But we are not the creator, nor are we friends of the creator. We don’t even know Victor Sala.

Louis was laughing on the side.

He found that this young man not only had a similar past to him, but was luckier than him, and was also unexpectedly interesting in some ways - for example, Louis could clearly see Roland's attitude towards the 'enemy'.

This may be immature, unlike the so-called 'forgiveness' theory spoken by those gentlemen.

But it fits perfectly with the environment here.

Because in Louis' personal view, art is not order.

It should be chaos, chance, chaos.

So do people.

"Don't embarrass Senders, Roland, just let him get rid of it." Louis came to reconcile in front of the two of them, patted Roland, then patted the middle-aged man who lost the shooting competition, and said kindly that he did indeed Yes, it was a small violation of the rules, and I hope he will not feel offended by his actions towards his profession and art.

Of course Senders doesn't.

Louis Hyman is a big shot in the association—at least the one who can decide whether he will still be at his post tomorrow.

"Very well, then, have a nice day, Mr. Senders."

Louis said goodbye to him with a smile, walked through the two exhibition halls with Roland and Randolph, and found the person in charge of the general exhibition.

tell him.

Tell Senders to get lost.

tomorrow.

"I'm afraid that when he learns this news, he will immediately find trouble with Mr. Victor Sala."

Lewis said there was a high probability that this would indeed happen.

"Then you should come to the door at night and kill him first." He half instigated, but also half taught Roland: "The executive officer of the Tribunal has such power. Roland, for the sake of your friends, this is what you should do. ——Kill all possible potential threats.”

"And then someone reported you for abusing your power?"

"Who would?"

"Maybe... Heyman?"

"I wouldn't do that to a friend, Roland Collins."

"It turns out we are friends."

"Of course, otherwise Victor Sala's works will be displayed here until the end of the world." Louis Hyman smiled, with a strange irony in his tone: "I can help you kill him. A mortal, with Not half a second. These fragile flesh should never look at us, right?"

Roland said you have already done me a favor.

"Then you do me a favor, Mr. Fair."

He asked Roland to wait where he was.

By this time, many people had already recognized Louis Hyman. They clapped excitedly - it can indeed be done, and there is almost no big difference between the sound of one person drumming and that of a group of people drumming.

Exquisite control.

"If they could treat this matter as carefully as they treat the things in their pants, they wouldn't be covered in red sores." Randolph stepped forward and stood side by side with Roland, looking at the man who bowed and saluted amidst the applause of the crowd. The red-haired man, watch him take the six-stringed harp from the waiter.

"Isn't that the mark of charm?"

"It's a mark of ignorance." Randolph tilted his head towards Roland: "...Well, Mr. Snow told me that that thing is very troublesome to cure. Roland, don't find a shady person just for the sake of cheapness. woman."

"Don't worry, the woman he's looking for is so clean that he needs to be bathed in flames."

"Also, are you friends with him?"

"who?"

"Louis Hyman." Randolph's voice was softer.

Because someone has already started playing.

"Friend or enemy, I don't deserve it, Randolph. That's Enid's business."

Enid...?

Not Judith, not Lady Enid.

Just Enid.

Mr. Businessman is different from Roland. He understands the beauty of some things, and he also knows the difference between a gun that has been fired and a gun that has not been fired, and the attitude towards the target.

This title is wrong.

"Enid."

He repeated, teasingly: "I thought you were going to call her 'Ms. Judith'... even, 'Ms.' Enid?"

The sound of the piano flows slowly.

"Friends or enemies, I am not qualified, Randolph. That is the business of 'Ms. Judith'."

Randolph: "...Does it still make sense for you to change now?"

"We're not very close. To be honest, it's because she saved my life, and I haven't received a good education, so I'm not very polite in private... It's OK to put it this way."

Randolph nodded slightly: "I believe it, Roland. Just like I believe that my grandfather will rise from the Thames tomorrow and sell socks to every woman who passes by."

"I respect everyone's little hobbies, including your grandfather."

damn it.

Every time like this, Randolph wanted to give Roland a firm punch - but the Taylor family ritualist had told him so in private.

He probably couldn't beat Roland.

I can't beat this 'blind man'.

(Note: Mr. Ritualist did not say 'probably'.)

"I think the only one who can convince you is my Betty, right?"

Roland could let Betty smear paint or cake cream on his face, tie his hair with gem hairpins, and wrap him in many layers of scarves.

Teresa's current attitude towards Roland... ha, almost called him Roland Taylor.

"I'm curious, if one day I kidnap Beatrice and ask for a million pounds ransom, what will you do?" Roland asked.

"One million pounds? Kidnapping Betty? I'll find a ritualist to kill you."

"What if the Ritualist can't kill me?"

Randolph looked at Roland like he was a fool: "Then why don't you just grab it?"

"Maybe I'm just taking Beatrice away?"

"Come on a dragon, Roland. If you come on a dragon, I will give you the little princess of the Taylor family."

"...Then I will ask Beatrice if she can buy me a dragon when I get back."

Randolph almost laughed out loud, with a dead face, and the corners of his mouth were squeezed between his teeth.

Too difficult.

Don't chat with him in a serious place.

The music lasted for about seven or eight minutes. When it ended, the applause was not as soft as before.

They collided with each other and celebrated with great enthusiasm.

Louis returned the piano to the waiter, smiled and entertained the applause, and then came back to Roland and Randolph.

"How about it?"

Of course, he received the same affirmation from Randolph, and then he asked Roland for his evaluation with great interest.

He wanted to know whether this young man with extraordinary perception was equally as keen in music.

Roland…

Roland didn't listen at all.

Just chatting.

"How is it?" Louis asked again.

"...Unbelievable?" Roland recalled what Randolf had told him before and stumbled: "...You are absolutely favored by the benefactor. It...the lines of the music are extremely beautiful, and all the colors in it become more, what...right More lively... All in all, a wonderful piece of music, Mr. Heyman."

The more he spoke, the more complicated Randolph's expression became.

Louis Heyman even more so.

He glanced at the embarrassed businessman with a sharp chin, with a gentle smile on his face: "..."How to Comment on a Work of Art", Mr. Collins, I didn't know you still like to read this kind of book."

Roland was stunned for a moment, then immediately sighed: "There is a man who insists on pursuing a young lady who yearns for art. You see, love can actually make a blind man learn to read."

Louis was surprised: "A miracle happened?!"

Roland caressed his chest and bowed: "There are always miracles in the world."

Randolph: ...

Heyman is out of tune, Collins is crazy.

The suffering self.

artwork.