The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 462 Ch461 Resistance

Chapter 462 Ch.461 Resistance

Roland told Randolph what happened in Inns Town.

William is hidden among them.

However, Randolph had long known that the Shelley family had a mine, and he could probably guess some things that Roland didn't mention - the problem was:

Lillian Rose Vansittart, when did she become that old pipe's daughter?

"...Two people were walking on the road, I mean walking towards each other. The old gentleman suddenly became ill and shouted in a frenzy, 'Ah! My daughter!' Then Rose also spotted him and responded with a trembling scream." Ah! my father!'"

"So they recognized each other."

Roland performed with great emotion.

Randolph: ...

"Roland."

"Actually, there are some reasons that I can't say."

"Next time if there is a 'reason why you can't tell', please just tell me 'you can't tell'." Randolph pinched the bridge of his nose and increasingly saw the shadow of his sister in Roland - if Betty recovers from her 'illness' , but turned out to be like Roland...

Is it better to recover or not to recover?

"So, the person who caused Sarah to lose her life was the owner of Inns Town, Sir Streeter?"

"That's right."

Randolph knocked on the table, lost in thought.

He didn't know much about the Streeters, except that they were related to Chloe.

"Henry Street is dead?"

"Dead."

"Didn't you kill him?"

"You didn't even give me money to buy a dragon, so why should I kill someone for you?"

Randolph grinned, as if he were a balloon with a hole in it, deflating before his eyes.

He seemed much weaker, for a moment.

"…Thank you, Roland."

"You should be more grateful to Rose."

"I will also thank her," Randolph crossed his fingers and stared at the spots left by the flames on the table: "But I also have to thank you, Roland. I know this has made you suffer, and I'm afraid it won't be like you after this. It's so 'easy' as you say——"

He raised his head and looked into those calm golden eyes.

"You risked what you did for me and Sara..."

Roland suddenly smiled: "You don't have to say that, Randolph. Mr. Sara is also my friend, although we have some 'little opinions' about each other - for example, I think he is a madman with his head in a cage, and he thinks I am a If you have hair, you will be no different from an animal."

"Art…"

Randolph laughed: "Yes, Roland. He always thinks that anyone who is different from him is an idiot. Sometimes I don't understand what the difference is between the statues in various poses..."

"I also want to pursue that elegance, and I want to lament and dissect my soul like them."

"It's a pity that all the gold coming out of it is gold dust."

The pointed-faced man shrugged, pretending to be relaxed: "I thought we had a lot of time, a long time together. No, Roland, let's not mention this matter - I will prepare a thank-you gift for you and Rose... don't refuse , Roland, don’t refuse our friendship.”

"Randolph."

"Um?"

"I didn't refuse."

…………

…

Since the Taylor family did not own a mine and was not involved in such industries, Taylor was not interested. Regarding the so-called "changing era", his view was:

New things in every era are more or less claimed to "change the era."

Some of them really changed, some of them didn't.

But no matter what, as long as man rules the world, Taylor will know where to make money.

‘The world is made up of people. Learn how to deal with people and you will learn how to make money. ’

Later, Roland asked whether using fists and guns counted as 'dealing with people'.

Randolph has the final say, but if you do this, others will treat you in the same way - unless, after you have done this, you will no longer allow others to do this.

When it was time to eat, the table covered with tablecloths was covered with plates:

Bronte coaxed Beatrice to cook a few dishes in the small kitchen (in order to coax the little one, Teresa told the chefs in the second kitchen to do everything as usual). At the same time, she would share what Beatrice cooked with the chefs. Put them together.

Roland was surprised that Randolph's house had several kitchens.

"Roland Roland!"

The girl, who had been grooming for another half an hour, jumped down from upstairs. Her blond hair was tied behind her head, and she was round, like a sugar ball that was as restless as herself.

She raised her head half-way, grabbed Roland's hand and shook it, and began to comment on the dishes on the table as if taking credit for them.

He said "praise me" both inside and outside of his words.

"Yeah, that's great, Betty. Are you going to let me guess which dish you cooked?"

It is definitely not a process that is too complicated.

The Taylor family will not let their eldest daughter touch dangerous things, such as boiling water and flames - instead of saying 'cooking', it is better to guess which dish she 'participated' in (stand by and watch or help pass the ingredients) .

"I'm afraid I don't have that ability, Betty. If your dishes are better than those of a chef, how should I evaluate them?" Roland touched her fingers, which were getting thinner and becoming clearer.

She is growing up.

"Don't get into trouble with the servants, miss." Roland whispered in front of all the servants: "If they know that you just do it casually, you will surpass them..."

Beatrice thought for a moment.

I think what Roland said makes sense.

"...I can't do this."

"Why?"

"Because they'll be sad."

"Why?"

"Because, because..." Beatrice frowned and thought: "...Because they are not as good as me?"

The maids around her covered their lips.

"Who is better than you, Betty."

"Roland!"

"I am not as good as you."

"Really?"

"Really, I can never learn to do kitchen work. I am clumsy."

Beatrice looked worried and touched the man's face: "Let me help you!"

Randolph on the side had a dark face and glanced at Theresa, winking constantly.

Theresa pretended not to see it.

"...Betty, go back to your seat."

"Oh." The blonde girl looked at her brother with disdain, perhaps muttering in her little head why this pointed chin man didn't know how to look at the occasion at all - she was talking to Roland.

Randolph was always dissatisfied with his sister's attitude towards Roland: "You have to pay attention, Betty. Polite, polite, polite to strangers."

"Roland is not!"

"Not what?"

Beatrice didn't seem to know how to say the word stranger. After hesitating for a long time, she had to vent her anger by grabbing the knife and fork and gesturing.

The Taylor family's dinner was always rich.

In addition to poultry, there were fish and shelled seafood today - shrimp and blue crabs.

Roland had seen and tasted them at some banquets.

But maybe they were different in type, those were red, while Randolph's were bluish today.

"What's the difference between blue crabs and ordinary crabs?"

Roland asked while picking up the long tongs.

I didn't notice Randolph's hesitant look.

Next.

A crab clamped the tongs with its claws.

Roland:?

Crab:?

Roland:...