The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 604 Ch.603 All assets (Germany)

Roland had a big question mark in his mind about the ritual mentioned by Hayan - but for Randolph, he just wanted to know an answer.

"The secret organs in the private treasury were replaced by fake ones by you."

"What secret... No! Of course not!" Hayan said eagerly: "My aunt did go to the private vault to look for the secret organ that was left behind and had been used for rituals - but that was a lie! Mr. Taylor, That was a fake! I thought it was..."

Thought the Taylors had replaced it.

It seems now.

"It's not me, and it's not you."

What a weird thing.

So.

There is nothing left to discuss on this topic.

Regardless of whether Randolph was willing to have a child with Cavendish, the core secret organ was lost, and the ritual obviously could not be restarted.

Claudia Hayan Cavendish straightened her back silently and stared at the servant in the room - she was a little desperate, and her usual expression of 'only God is worthy of me' was now implicated. Specific form:

It's obscene, but it does look like a can that has been ravaged by a strong wild horse.

Because she realized that if these servants stole it, then when?

a year ago? Three years ago? Five years ago?

still.

farther?

The servants have been replaced several times.

If the "secret organ" goes to the black market, the probability of finding it again will not be higher than if she becomes an immortal and enters the Eternal Secret Realm alive.

It can even be said.

There is no chance.

Cavendish's lost 'luck' will surely affect her mysterious path, although Harjan doesn't feel it clearly yet.

She was extremely disappointed. Looking at Randolph who was calm and composed, an evil thought suddenly arose in the most secret corner of her heart.

He didn't care about anything.

"Miss Hayan."

Roland suddenly asked: "Can you show me the "notes" you mentioned? "

Hayan hesitated: "Jocelyn Cavendish's notes?"

"That's my mother." Randolph disliked her rude and domineering way of always calling people by their names. "You should call her aunt."

"Aunt, my aunt has completely destroyed the hopes of a generation of the Cavendish family by her own ability. Not only do I have to call her aunt, but I also hold her high and bow to her - or, Taylor should do this Dry?"

Hayang sneered: "When I completely decipher the words in the notes, I will know what your mother is..."

She wanted to add a few words, but suddenly her interest waned.

"...I will lend them to you, Mr. Collins." She glanced at Randolph, then returned to emphasize: "Just as an apology for these days."

"But don't expect much from it - it took me years to decipher just a few words, Mr. Collins. It's an extremely ancient and rare language."

After the woman finished speaking, she stood up to leave and took the bag and wide-brimmed hat from the servant.

She did not sigh. Even if she lost her 'good luck', it would hurt her more than other members of the Cavendish family. In terms of speech and behavior, this woman still maintained her beautiful and hard shell, as cold as ice. , full of style and graceful.

Before leaving, she stopped and looked down at Randolph.

"Do you have any better suggestions for borrowing money?"

Randolph touched his knees and stood up.

"Let Jeff Cavendish come to me, Miss Hayan. Let your father, your old father who has been hiding from me, come to me - the Cavendish family is about to be in disrepute. I don’t think he’s in a hurry at all.”

"...My father is just dissatisfied that your father harmed his sister."

"None of us know what happened, Miss Hayan. Remember, this is not a loan. I want the Cavendish family's property—your land, your stock, all tangible and intangible assets. I am a businessman, Don’t do loss-making business.”

Hayang silently clenched his fists, so angry that the green lines under his skin squirmed faintly: "That's far more than 20,000 pounds!"

"Its value is no longer important, Miss Hayan." Randolph stared at the ferocious-faced woman quietly, just like an experienced hunter watching the futile struggle of the beast in the trap: "Now there are only two options. ”

"The Cavendish family doesn't have much time."

"Fame? Or wealth?"

Randolph looked at the figure disappearing into the porch, sat back on the sofa, and picked up the elastic cigar in his hand.

"I still don't like her."

"I'm different from you." Roland had a feeling for this woman who had "little knowledge" but forced herself to show "broad vision". She was almost arrogant but could quickly adjust her position after discovering the gap between the two parties. An almost indifferent gaze.

He doesn't like him very much, but he doesn't hate him very much either.

People from the Beast Tooth Faction…

Much like Randolph.

"and you."

"With me?" Randolph seemed to have heard some shocking joke (such as accidentally slipping on a man sitting on a horse's belly), his eyebrows flying on his narrow face: "I am a businessman, Roland. I never use my chin. Talking and watching people.”

Roland shook his head: "You are very similar."

At least the ritualists of the Beast Fang Sect of the "Maelstrom" follow the teachings, or perhaps a way of treating all things, which is close to the survival rules of merchants to some extent.

Frankly, it's not particularly annoying.

No, particularly.

Because through the animal teeth, Roland could guess how annoying the embarrassing "Tree Mother" they mentioned was.

Everything has a comparison.

"So, you don't have to have children with Cavendish?"

"I didn't want to have children with her," Randolph leaned over and rubbed his face: "Too close, Roland, I haven't "retro" to such an extent - not to mention, I won't hand over my life and fate to an unknown ritual..."

He said.

"Not even if you are next to me."

Randolph would not take such a risk, even if Roland and Barton were watching.

The rituals of the mysterious world are changeable and dangerous.

Once anything goes wrong...

What's more, he doesn't think Hayon will let it go - the secret organ was faked, Randolph saw it with his own eyes, what about Hayon?

Does she believe him?

"I have to ask my Mr. Bellos."

The mysteries in these days have come one after another, making Randolph exhausted.

He couldn't believe that his father was a man who plundered his wife's family fortune, nor did he understand why his mother, who had a vague back and spoke little in his childhood, would do such a thing - he had no interest in the so-called "return" of fortune.

But he was eager to find out what happened in those years.

"Will Cavendish hand over all his property?"

Randolph sneered without grace and shook his wrist: "They have no choice, Roland. You should have seen these "ancient families" that should have died in history long ago - for these people, nothing is more important than reputation."

"Even if they sell their own property at a low price?"

"That's called 'property'?" Randolph disdainfully: "It's not even as much as the pocket money I give Betty... Cavendish, Cavendish... No wonder so many people hate the secret party. These old things..."