The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 41 Ch.41 Cherry Chloe

"I really want to introduce you to the new clock I bought. It's so exquisite..."

"Yes, yes, I guess you discovered the little 'trick' on the dial?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Devinson, I can't hide it from you! By the way, that's a purple gemstone - what? A whole clock? No, no, no, it's only a few dozen pounds at most. It's cheap and affordable, and it's just a small fortune."

"Some things cannot be seen by those who are not discerning enough, just like this brooch: custom-made three-color gold wild pearls, gilded broken shells, do you see this flower?"

"I don't know how long it will take to make it purely by hand... Yes, you also know Rococo - ah! I mean, you are really well-informed, and you even know everything about our spending money... Hahaha..."

"I see you don't have accessories on your hands. Is it necessary for work?"

"...I have reserved a ring with pavé turquoise and clear blue surface. It takes a whole piece of aniseed to make just a few rings. I think about it...I have some free time, so I invite you to come and enjoy it. Haha, yes, you are. I’ve seen people who understand…”

After entering the house and asking the servant to put away his hat and coat, Mr. Mince Croy, who looked like an awl, pulled Fernandez and kept talking:

With dozens or hundreds of pounds of saliva spitting out of his mouth, Roland sat on the edge and listened to Mr. Priest's reply without embarrassment.

He really knows his stuff.

The two were chatting animatedly.

As for Mrs. Cherry Chloe, she didn't say much. She stood beside her and didn't sit down.

"...My madam, yes, women are like this. They always want to figure out some problems for men. In fact, I think she should take a rest and stop running to those shabby places in the East District."

Mingsi Chloe introduced her wife to Fernandez with a smile.

Roland quietly lowered his head.

"It's all your fault, Roland."

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Which side are you from?

"I did hear strange noises, my dear." Cherry retorted lightly, looking at Fernandez and Roland, her eyes narrowed like her husband's, and she smiled very politely:

"I shouldn't interrupt the gentlemen's chat, but this time it's different. Gentlemen, I did hear something different at night, right in the house."

Fernandez tapped on the reflective table and asked a few questions.

After that, I planned to take a look at the house again.

"Of course, Pink, show these two gentlemen around!"

He took out a cigar from the pine box on the table, cut off the head with a small scimitar, pinched it on his fingers, tilted his legs and took out a small square box from his pocket.

"I won't say bad things, but women always like to dream - whether it's a daydream or a night dream. For such a thing, I have to trouble these two gentlemen to make a trip - oh, he is a young gentleman."

He seemed to have just seen Roland. He leaned forward and put the cigar close to the flames coming out of the box. He closed his eyes and took a nice sip.

Milky white smoke flowed out from between the fingers.

"Taylor's products are just different..."

"Just take a look, Pink, where's my gold-covered walking stick..."

Fernandez grinned, strode up to the servant named Pink, and patted him hard on the shoulder, making him stagger.

Cherry Chloe fiddled with her skirt and swayed to keep up.

Mr. Chloe - No, rather, it should be your lordship.

If this Chloe II didn't hold the title, it would be difficult for him to marry Cherry, a pretty and expensive lady - her father is a well-known banker, and he gave her a dowry when he got married. A lot.

But if Sir Mince Croy was like other adults, and still had land or other properties that brought money in his hands, he would definitely not marry an 'inferior' woman who smelled of copper.

No matter how beautiful she is.

There is status, but there are no golden beans in the hand; there are golden beans in the hand, but there is no corresponding status.

The two shrewd families each appreciated the 'advantages' in the other and hit it off.

"I'll go to the second floor and take a look." Fernandez said to the servant, then turned to look at Roland: "What did you prepare-"

Roland patted his coat.

It contains several rods of holy water.

There were daggers and guns on his waist and in his boots.

Fernandez nodded, bowed to Cherry Chloe, and followed him upstairs.

On the first floor, only Mrs. Cherry and Roland were left.

"...You are actually an executive, Mr. Roland." Mrs. Cherry turned her head slightly to look at Roland, and the gauze on her head trembled slightly with the woman's movements.

"I thought she would call you 'little angel'."

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I thought you could keep silent a little longer.

"Are you aware that I am the executive officer?"

What Roland meant was that for now, he and Fernandez should be police detectives from the Supervisory Bureau.

"I know a lot." Cherry rolled her eyes at Roland teasingly, and her words sounded like teasing a child: "I know you all know how to do tricks - I mean, the kind that suddenly pops out of your hands. The method of fire?"

Roland didn't answer in a hurry. He tapped his cane and pointed his ears to the other side.

He 'saw' the sound of tiny footsteps.

This gesture made Cherry look back: "...Oh, I think this matter won't be finished for a while. Come with me, little angel, I just made a pot of good tea."

"Look at her barking!"

There was a huge mirror in Mrs. Cherry-Croe's drawing room - almost as tall as Fernandez, with a frame carved with roses and painted with gold powder.

Every decoration in the room, in Roland's opinion, was in the style of "redundancy":

It was extremely complicated, and a lamp shade that was probably never used was painted with beautiful patterns.

On the light green table were a few pens, a bracelet inlaid with rubies, and two boxes of round powder with brand names.

A large vase.

There were also tea and cakes.

The room was filled with incense, faint and not piercing.

"You really surprised me, Roland." Cherry Chloe poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Roland, and moved the cake stand towards him: "Eat a little, they are all freshly made."

Roland thanked him, sipped the tea, and "looked around".

Even though he had "spiritual vision", he also manipulated the "secret" to check it again.

The result was the same.

He didn't notice any "abnormality" in this room.

It was the same from the moment he entered the door until now.

If the second floor was the same, it would be strange.

"Madam, you heard the noise at night, what about during the day?"

"Never during the day." Cherry Chloe shook her head: "Just recently, at night in the past two weeks. At first I thought it was a mouse, so I sent someone to check; then I said it was a crow, so I sent someone to check..."

This is similar to what she said to Fernandez just now.

Noises for no reason.

"Sometimes, it's like the sound of nails scratching glass."

Mrs. Cherry added. She still feels uncomfortable when she recalls that sound: "It's very harsh, one after another, so I can't rest well..."

"Where are the servants?" Roland asked.

"All on the first floor," she pointed up: "I live on the second floor, except for my husband, there is no one else."

She looked at the boy who was concentrating in thought, and somehow, she laughed out loud.

"It's really like a real person."

She said.