The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 344 Ch.343 Golden Bird

Roland carried the box over.

The two of them were confused, but Beatrice was extremely happy.

She loves coins, second only to Loland.

After that, by the way, Theresa.

Then there is the elder brother.

"You want to keep holding me?"

"Maybe it doesn't have to be all the time." Roland opened the curtains and paid attention to the progress of the team's assembly - the golden gentleman obviously had great leadership skills. He rallied the men and women in just a few minutes and gained command of this noble team. .

His smile was filled with enthusiasm and endless energy, his teeth were white, and his nose was straight. He stood as straight as a gun, waving his arms powerfully in the air, commanding the crowd.

——If there is anything missing, it can only be the armor and sword shining brightly in the sun, the retinue and the white horse.

"He should have sworn to be kind to the weak and not to hurt women."

Randolph said humorously.

It's not that he has any opinion on this handsome Sun, it's just that Randolph trusts Roland Collins more than him.

A professional.

"Apparently, so is he."

Roland narrowed his eyes: "Our Mr. Knight has obviously seen ghosts and knows how to find the rules and how to break the difficulties..."

But as incomplete truth.

Incomplete knowledge can lead to unpredictable disasters.

Knock knock.

The knight arrived at his carriage.

"gentlemen!"

he shouted outside.

"Please come out!"

"I have solved the mystery! The monsters in the nightmare can't stop us - please come out! Take your family, we are leaving this terrible place!"

Roland made a 'please' gesture to Randolph.

Randolph:…

Unscrew the lock.

"Good day." The young man with a bright smile greeted Randolph first, then looked around in the carriage and bowed slightly towards Beatrice and Bronte: "I have found the exit of this nightmare - if you have I can’t answer other questions – that’s something only a different person can understand.”

He was full of confidence, as if he was even more advanced among this already superior group of people.

He is an apprentice.

An apprentice who comes into contact with the "mystery".

Roland silently hugged the box and got out of the car with Beatrice. His eyes swept over the two taller men beside him: these two were the same - the messy "secrets" on their bodies were fluttering in the wind, just like those on the streets of the East End at night. Handkerchiefs in ladies' hands.

‘Come, look at me. ’

Roland turned sideways and found three men hidden in the crowd staring at Randolph quietly.

That's the keeper of the Taylor family.

The three ritualists silently glanced at Roland and nodded inaudibly.

Before the crowd could communicate more, the flustered chatter was interrupted by loud applause - the leading young gentleman clapped his hands and came to the center of the crowd:

"Gentlemen! Ladies!"

he shouted.

Because there was only one carriage left in front - no one survived in that carriage, so all the living people at the scene were here.

"Listen to me, everyone!"

"I am Evans, Derek Evans! A devout believer, the golden bird of the Evans family, a wise man, a gifted key holder! You and your family can trust me, believe in a man who is always involved in extraordinary events. Dealing with someone who really knows them!"

'He has many names. ’ Beatrice tugged on Roland’s sleeve and whispered: ‘Like that guy from the circus. ’

Of course, what Beatrice thought was a whisper was different from what everyone present thought was a 'whisper': her words were heard clearly by almost everyone.

——Don’t forget, these people have just finished watching the circus.

Who doesn't know who she is referring to?

Mason Lyle.

The nonsensical circus owner.

"Oh? It seems that this lady has other opinions?" Evans did not change his smile. After the crowd moved away, his eyes caught Beatrice, who was hiding half of her face behind Roland. "You don't have to question me. I have dealt with weird people many times, and I am not that deceptive witch or god."

"Please trust me completely, and I will live up to your trust."

He smiled brightly and chose words carefully. While he was considerate of the lady's timidity, he also emphasized that he was experienced and courageous and could definitely lead everyone out of this predicament safely——

Until someone whispered.

'The Taylors' fools. ’

This caused some commotion in the crowd.

Someone was discussing Taylor in a low voice, but the invisible words seemed to be visible to the naked eye at this time, turning into fingers, turning into condescending fingers, pressing down from the top of her head, pressing her pure blond hair and ignorance again and again. Curious eyes.

‘You should stay away from her. Haven’t you heard that she has done some great things? ’

'That smell... No, I'm afraid I can't insult a young lady by saying such unseemly words in public. I can't satisfy your curiosity any more. ’

They are sensitive enough to use their nostrils to sniff out hints in each other's mouths.

Randolph's face became more and more gloomy.

Even if these people don't have a penny in their pockets.

Even if these people rummaged through their own socks and between their toes, plus the insoles of their parents and grandparents, tearing off the skin, pulling apart the flesh, scraping the unclean bones bit by bit with their sharp nails, and adding the insoles between their teeth. Eating leftover beef from last night's dinner...

Even though all this adds up, it is not as much as Beatrice's daily pocket money.

despite this.

They can still be moral and not rude, covering their mouths and tilting their useless heads to talk about this well-known 'idiot' in London and his brother who loves his family.

It seems that the breath of businessmen is corrosive, and their morals will inevitably be damaged after being together for a long time - coupled with a fool who is 'possibly contagious'.

Could this be something that runs in the Taylor family blood?

It's hard to say.

"That's it." Evans obviously heard the whispers, but his face didn't reveal it. He only took a few more steps towards Randolph, his eyes staying on Bronte and Randolph for a moment, and then, they arrived Roland——

"You are blind!"

He found out.

exclaimed.

"Everyone! There is a gentleman among us who is blind! Please let him come to the middle, where we can help him!"

He pressed the boiling sewage around him with both hands: "I will never discriminate against a lady who is not smart enough! I don't believe in the curse - if this gentleman is cursed, should we blame all the current predicament on him? Him?"

"Do we have to say that he brought disaster to us?"

Everyone expressed support, although they may not know much about 'Evans', or even have never heard of who is more famous with this surname. But for now, they all agreed with what this young man said.

They clapped, absurdly applauding in this "field" filled with ghosts.

Someone took the lead on the high ground and waved the flag.

At the same time, another target was found that could make the soldiers share the same hatred.

He totally led them.

This silly and boring trick is not uncommon.

Lack of wisdom.

Blame it on him.

Randolph smacked his lips, held the gun in his lowered hand, and tapped his trouser leg again and again.

Just as he was about to speak, Bronte beside him couldn't bear the stupid man's conspiratorial words.

The teacher raised her head, her voice was clear and firm, and it sounded so cold that it froze her ears:

"I'm afraid you are not as noble and selfless as you appear! Mr. Derek Evans! Well, we are surrounded by monsters. Why don't you save your tricks and put your sarcastic skills into your own hands? What about 'leading' to really get us out of trouble?"

"This is not the House of Lords, and I'm afraid you don't have any bloodline to be proud of! Goldfinch of the Evans family, your bow tie only costs three shillings. Maybe it just corresponds to your 'noble' title, right?"

Randolph didn't seem surprised at all.

He also hit Roland with his elbow.

"How about it."

Roland thought for a while: "It's worse than me."

Randolph: ...

Who asked you?