The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 461 Ch.460 What bothered her

Bronte apologized to Roland before Beatrice entered the house.

She scolded herself in her heart, thinking that she almost fell into the hole of greed, into the abyss of immorality and selfishness-

Recently, the attitude of Theresa and the servants made Bronte very bored.

In addition, her novel was stuck in a certain plot.

It made people even more irritated.

So.

There was today's unnecessary "irony"-although this is not a sarcasm, Bronte knew the relationship between Roland Collins and Randolph Taylor, and knew that Roland had no malice in his heart except that his head sometimes resembled Beatrice.

How could she satirize a gentleman who tried to help and enlighten him like this?

Greedy, selfish

Randolph's comfortable life, created out of partiality, gradually made Bronte lose herself, forgetting that she should be a 'home tutor', not the real mistress of the Taylor family -

She was looked down upon, so what kind of pressure should Randolph Taylor, as a man, bear?

Bronte did not really understand.

"No need to apologize, Miss Bronte." Roland did not talk about her and Randolph, but talked about his own things: "You know, I am a 'policeman' - do you want to hear about the life of a policeman?"

He said that he was examined as soon as he entered the police station.

"They asked me, trained me, to be able to lift a stone half the size of Beatrice, to catch up with hounds, and to be as agile as a cat."

Roland said unkindly:

"Isn't that too demanding?"

Bronte didn't understand why he mentioned this, and replied casually: "Police should have such a strong body."

Roland complained: "But I'm blind."

Bronte frowned: "That should be your problem, sir - although I feel sorry for your eyes, sorry that you can't see this beautiful world, but I still have to say that the police want a 'healthy' person who is always capable of handling cases."

"Do you want the entire police department to cooperate with you?"

"Since you know that you have an eye disease, you should understand before becoming a policeman that you have to pay more than others -"

Stop abruptly.

The voice disappeared here.

Bronte pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes.

The tobacco leaves were burned and curled into ash.

It was sucked into the mouth and came out of the nose.

The clock hammer on the wall was shaking.

After a while, Beatrice came in bouncing.

She swung her half-dry, half-wet hair in front of Roland, like a small whip soaked in water.

"I heard that you are hatching chicks recently?"

"Yes!" This reminded Beatrice, and she touched her skirt and turned her head, "I want new eggs! Little bear!"

Bronte bowed her head and pushed the door open.

"... Thank you, Mr. Collins."

Roland nodded: "I will ask Randolph for the conversation fee later."

Bronte: ...

"What fee?" After she left, Beatrice pestered Roland and asked what it was.

"Money, Betty." He raised his head and dodged the hand that was about to reach his mouth: "I taught Miss Bronte knowledge, she has to pay me some money."

"Does Roland want money?"

Beatrice pressed Roland's knees, jumped a few times, and whispered: "My brother is rich!"

Roland curled his lips: "You are always lying."

He snatched the hair from Beatrice's hand and threw it back.

"Last time, you said you would give me money to buy a dragon, but your brother said there was no such thing."

Beatrice's voice was like a spring: "Yes! Why! No!"

Roland: "No."

Beatrice: "Yes!"

Roland: "No."

Beatrice: "Yes!"

-When Randolph Taylor returned home, he saw two big and small birds chirping in the room across the easel.

Then.

He was glared at by his sister.

"Where's the money for the dragon?!"

Randolph: ...

It's, damn, the dragon again! !

So, the anger shifted to Roland.

"You bring it up again! Roland!"

The blonde girl stood in front of Roland with her chest puffed out, her center of gravity unstable, and she yelled angrily: "Brother, you're lying!"

Randolph had to force a smile, bent down and said softly: "I'm not lying, little Betty. That's Roland, this guy is-"

"Lie."

"There are no dragons, Betty, there are no dragons in this world."

"Lie."

"There are no dragons, Betty, and we don't owe Roland money."

Randolph was pestered and had no choice but to raise his head and stare at Roland with unfriendly eyes: "Mr. Collins, are there dragons in this world?"

Roland was silent for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and said in a sad voice: "... No, sir."

He muttered and choked: "Just, just pretend it doesn't exist..."

Randolph:...

Beatrice: Brother is a bad guy! !

Teresa waiting outside the door:...

…………

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In the end, Beatrice still "pegged" a hundred pounds from her brother.

He swung the bill and before Randolph could secretly praise it, his lovely sister ran to Roland and held out her hand.

"Here!"

She extended her arm.

"Long! Roland!"

Theresa bowed and refilled Randolph's tea, trying to comfort her little master with her eyes.

"...I give you money every week, Betty," Randolph rubbed his swollen head, a little dissatisfied: "If you have to give this bad boy money, why don't you use your own?"

Beatrice turned her head, revealing two rows of small white teeth, and smiled brightly.

"Money! Mine!"

(That's my money.)

Randolph: ...

From this point of view, my sister still fits the characteristics of a descendant of the Taylor family.

The inexplicably relieved man crossed Beatrice, stared at Roland, signaled him with his eyes, and then returned the ticket.

——Then, Roland slowly put it into his pocket in front of everyone.

Teresa covered her mouth with her fingertips, her eyes narrowed.

"Come on, miss, let your brother talk to Mr. Collins about something. We—by the way, would you like to make something with your own hands for these two gentlemen to try?"

Soon, Teresa used 'cooking' to coax Beatrice away.

Randolph and Roland walked through the corridor and returned to the study.

Unscrew the gas lamp.

"...I give you some limited edition cigars from time to time, but you still don't let my sister go."

Roland smiled, took out the bank note, put it on the table and pushed it to the other party.

Randolph didn't even look at it, and said in a strange tone:

"Take it, Dragon Tamer. Otherwise Betty's going to make a scene—you're not going to sue again, are you?"

Roland looked serious: "Every person with high moral standards should keep his promise."

Randolph's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "I don't promise to buy dragon for you."

Roland: "Miss Bronte just talked to me about some things that are bothering her... To be honest, I don't know whether I should reveal a lady's thoughts to other men - it would be a bit..."

"purchase."

"What?"

"I said dragon, Roland. You need a dragon."

"I don't need it?"

"You need it." Randolph said righteously and even started to knock on the table: "A good executive should have a dragon."

"But how can I ask you, the owner of the Taylor family, to pay for it?"

Randolph was very angry: "We are friends! Roland, friend! How do friends still care about this tiny amount of gold powder? For Taylor, the price of items has never been important."

"Okay." Roland accepted happily.

Randolph hesitated: "Then, the problem that troubles Miss Bronte..."

Roland took back the coupon, packed it up, and then revealed the secret: "Miss Bronte said that the kettle at home had a crack, and it always spilled on her hands when pouring water."

Randolph: I see you want to crack it up too.