The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 46 Ch.46 Taylor and the Golden Smoke

"I know you, Mr. Detective from the Inspectorate."

Mr. Randolph did not seem to avoid the detective like James Penn. Instead, he introduced himself and her sister politely.

Taylor.

This surname is not considered noble in the upper class circles, but if you want to mention "Golden Smoke", you can't help but mention Bellows Taylor and his son Randolph Taylor.

This tobacco and smoking equipment brand that has revolutionized the tobacco industry and can be called the number one was founded by Randolph Taylor's grandfather.

It is currently in the hands of his father, Bellows Taylor.

If nothing else happens, the future will be taken over by the man with blond hair and dark blue eyes in front of Roland, Randolph Taylor.

Grandpa built the brand, and both father and son are also good at business.

"You know me?"

"Of course, some things spread quickly in circles." Randolph Taylor raised his thin eyebrows that were not too thick, looked around with his eyes, and hinted at Roland. "Especially in the salon, Mr. Collins."

All right.

James Penn.

I thought they didn't like cake.

"They don't like you, you idiot."

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do you like me?

The fluttering words stirred.

"...Are you sick?"

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I'll just ask.

"I don't want to answer your boring question."

Roland curled his lips.

He had a pretty good chat with Randolph Taylor.

Regarding the occult, the slightly younger man listened to Roland say a few words casually with curiosity and in a tone that was not out of bounds; then, after Roland brought up the topic, he told some simple stories about tobacco.

Mutual exchange.

They had some halibut fillets, some steaks, and kidney pie.

During this period, two Asahi roasted chickens, fried potatoes and nut crisps were served on the table.

By the way, what made Roland happy was:

This Randolph Taylor didn't mention anything about his eyes, nor did he say anything like, "How can I help you?"

It finally feels like a salon.

The strange thing is that during their chat, Randolph's sister Beatrice Taylor didn't say a word, blinking and staring directly at Roland.

"Is there something wrong with her head?"

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Don't say that about a lady.

"...I gave him the bag of tobacco, not to put it next to the candlestick as incense."

A joke came out, and Roland laughed a few times symbolically.

At this moment, the girl who had never spoken before spoke.

Her voice was as childish as that of an immature child.

"you're so beautiful!"

The voice is not quiet.

The surrounding eyes were full of surprise and dissatisfaction.

Randolph glanced at Roland apologetically, then turned around to apologize. After that, he took an apple from the table and put it in Beatrice's hand.

She took a hard bite.

Juice flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"There must be something wrong with her head."

"You must be very beautiful, Miss Taylor." Roland stared at the floor, straightened his face, and replied politely.

The girl with curly blond hair raised the corners of her mouth, held up an apple with teeth marks, and smiled brightly at Roland.

"It seems you had a good chat."

Cherry Chloe walked over.

As the hostess of the banquet, it is not easy to find time at this time.

"Madam." Randolph leaned forward.

"How's old Taylor?"

"Thank you for your good health. It's just that the weather has turned cold recently, and this old gentleman often gets into the carriage wearing single clothes, which makes me a little worried."

Cherry Chloe unfolded her fan, and the satin was as soft as the hem of her skirt: "Winter can't defeat him. Except for an excellent, shrewd, strong and intelligent successor, I guess nothing can defeat him." "

Randolph smiled brightly.

Cherry picked two glasses of champagne from the tray of the passing servant, gave one to Randolph, and held the other herself: "I'm sorry, I have to borrow your friend for a while."

Randolph looked at Cherry and then at Roland, and his smile became even brighter: "Of course, my friend, please come to my home when you have time. It's at No. 25 West Avenue. By the way, it's a pleasure chatting with you."

"Me too, Mr. Taylor."

After Roland and Taylor said goodbye, they followed Cherry.

After walking for about two minutes, the lady, who looked a little tired, chose a space with few people and spoke calmly.

"The Taylor family's little fox is selling his sister everywhere again."

"sell?"

"You are not from this circle, so of course you don't know. This matter has been spread all over the world." Cherry Chloe's words were sharp. When talking about the Taylor family, her eyebrows became sharper: "His sister is..."

She nodded her forehead.

"There's a problem girl here."

"Look what I'm talking about."

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what's wrong with you.

"It wasn't obvious when she was a child. Until one time, she peed her pants on the street." Cherry raised her eyebrows, and there was an unspeakable complexity in her tone. It was like sarcasm, but also sympathy: "...She also shouted, 'It's raining.' It spread quickly."

"I don't know how many teachers were hired later. Maybe because of his age, the child was able to come out and socialize in a decent manner..."

"But something is still wrong, something is wrong."

"This disease... I don't believe it can be cured."

Roland suddenly realized.

From just now, Miss Taylor has been acting a little weird.

"Few people are willing to marry a fool and go home. How can they go out in the future? As for those who have impure motives and are really looking for a rich dowry for the Taylor family, little Taylor will not let his sister 'die' of illness a few years after marrying him - he So smart."

"Don't be fooled. If you weren't a fool, do you think a tobacco tycoon like Taylor would fall in love with an executive?"

Roland added slowly: "Preparatory executive officer."

Cherry giggled.

"Dancing?"

"A blind man?"

"Then let me show you something interesting."

They passed a side hall, and Roland saw Sir Mince Croy.

He was sitting around a table with a group of men, occasionally making sounds of excitement or frustration.

The square tabletop was covered with a thin green velvet blanket, and several maids were waiting on it. There were not many gas lamps turned on, except for one in the center.

There were many cigars and cigarettes scattered on the table, and the room was filled with a strong smell of tobacco, alcohol and cologne.

Not to mention the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke.

There was a groove on the long table around them, and a huge roulette-like object was sunk in it.

There is also a small silver ball the size of a thumb rolling in the grid.

When the ball landed, the crowd roared.

"That's their gambling tool."

Even though there might be a 'trick', Cherry still thought that Roland didn't have good eyesight and mainly relied on his ears to hear.

So, she explained to him in a low voice:

"You can spend dozens or hundreds of pounds in one afternoon. If you get involved, you're totally screwed."

"A blind man cannot gamble, ma'am."

"I can't say for sure. There are so many things to play. Marseilles, hunting, roulette, cards, I've seen..." She tugged on Roland's sleeve, trying to pull him away from this smoky place. " …I’ve also seen people betting on women.”

"woman?"

Cherry spat lightly: "It's not about you men."

"These guys are really good at playing. Let's find a chance to sneak over and take a look, Roland."

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I'm not interested in gambling.

"Oh~ yes~ you are only interested in evil bats~"

"Now do we have to include the lady in front of me and the girl with the butt just now?"

After chatting not far away for about ten minutes, the two of them left the side hall.

Further inside is the world of ladies.

The air didn't get much fresher.

They walked around for a while, took Roland to listen to two pieces of music, and then led him into a room.

There was a performance going on inside - Roland saw the girl he just met:

Beatrice Taylor.

Her brother seemed to have just left, leaving her alone with a glass of apple juice, standing on the outside of the crowd, tiptoeing to look in.

The man surrounded by the ladies was a man with a dull complexion, long light brown hair, and a black mole on the tip of his nose.

He was looking through the poker cards in his hand and putting them back into the wooden box.