The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 62 Ch.62 The Taylor’s Little Fox

The cigar burned faintly.

The person also spoke lightly.

They talked about their injuries, their own stories, some trivial matters, and their simple views on the city and its people - mostly they laughed and cursed with dissatisfaction and common hatred. As they talked, they talked about their respective life experiences.

Randolph seemed to know Roland's past, so he didn't talk much out of politeness. But when it comes to talking about himself, he doesn't shy away from it.

"My mother died when I was three years old."

Randolph leaned on the sofa and unbuttoned the bottom button of his single-row vest. "She was ashamed. Maybe it wasn't just the cold wind that killed her from running around with my father. Maybe it was shame, maybe it was."

Roland held the teacup and couldn't see Randolph's face clearly.

He was enveloped in cigar smoke.

"She is so ashamed that she gave birth to a child for her husband..."

Randolph Taylor paused for a moment, then picked up the cigar again and took a long puff.

"Betty..."

His face suddenly emerged from the smoke, his dark blue eyes narrowed with scrutiny.

But the voice was as light as if nothing happened.

"Sorry, Roland, I said too much. I thought Mrs. Chloe had told you everything."

Roland lowered his eyes and rubbed the rim of the tea cup.

"I heard about it."

"oh?"

"She said you were a smart man, Randolph."

Randolph looked in disbelief and raised his eyebrows: "Me? I guess she wouldn't say that - although it's not a gentleman to talk behind someone's back, I bet, Roland, that sharp-toothed lady will never be so peaceful. Comment me."

Roland tilted his head and thought for a moment, then corrected: "A smart animal?"

Randolph laughed.

He waved the hand holding the cigar in small movements, as if directing a dance of smoke.

When talking about Cherry Chloe and her husband, Randolph's face was filled with contempt.

But he didn't pity Lady Chloe at all.

Don't pity this woman who married into the Lord's family and enjoyed happiness.

"When everyone does something, they should know the price behind it. You should understand what I mean, Roland."

He said some relatively indifferent words, but Roland didn't think they were 'bad words'.

"You have to be careful every step you take. Women are often not clear-headed enough and are confused by many things, leading them to do some irrational things..."

Roland shook his head and retorted softly: "Some people have no choice."

Like Cherry, he has reached this day and has no other choice in many things - or maybe he doesn't want to.

"Maybe." Randolph replied vaguely, "Just like my mother..."

He chatted with Roland for twenty minutes, but he always avoided talking about his sister Beatrice. Several times, I clearly arrived at the door, but then suddenly walked around.

Like a cunning fox, he carefully tested Roland step by step.

"I know everything, Randolph."

Roland blinked, turned his head to look at the man surrounded by smoke, and said bluntly: "What's the difference? It's the same as my eyes."

"She can see the world clearly, but not clearly; I can see the world clearly, but cannot see clearly."

The words were like a breeze blowing away the smoke.

Randolph looked at Roland, and gradually the corners of his mouth turned up.

He was silent for a moment and suddenly said:

"You are different from others, Roland."

Added another sentence:

"It's not just the face."

This time it was Roland's turn to laugh: "Why do you have to mention your face?"

"No way, your face is so enviable." Randolph's smile became more and more sincere. He leaned towards Roland, bumped him with his shoulder, held the cigar in his mouth, and took the one in front of Roland. stand up.

He opened the eggplant cap with a knife and stuffed it into his hand.

"Try it, it's a rare good product. When you get to the store, you have to make a reservation."

It is like a soft, loose stick, full and elastic.

Roland pinched it, rubbed it on his fingers a few times, bit it with his teeth, and looked at Randolph.

The small wooden stick tilted back and forth.

It made Randolph laugh.

Instead of using a wooden stick, he took a silver tin pot-style lighter, held it, lit it, and lit it for Roland.

The outer flame licks the large diameter cigarette butt, making it gradually red and hot, and emits a strong aroma of roasted caramel and coffee.

"Don't swallow it in your stomach." Randolph warned. Seeing Roland's cheeks shrinking and puffing up, he rinsed his mouth a few times, then blew out a wisp of smoke, and then patted his knees. laugh it out:

"Look! I have taught another gentleman!"

The overjoyed man laughed and said, "You are just one step away from becoming a real man."

Apparently, conversations between men are starting to happen.

Roland is not ashamed to talk about this.

On the drugstore street, many things become common every night.

Both men and women are in a hurry. On the one hand, they want to go home as soon as possible and lie down and rest comfortably; on the other hand, they want to finish it quickly so that they can earn a few more people's money.

It's not that Roland doesn't understand.

"I'm not talking about those things."

Randolph shook his head.

He told Roland mysteriously that there was a woman who was particularly famous in the circle recently.

"They call her Ms. Jasmine."

The man who got excited about the conversation described the woman's appearance to Roland, saying how beautiful, elegant, and lovable she was.

He showed off how much money he had spent on gifts to give Roland a chance to be alone, and what socks, jewelry and shawls he had specially customized for her——

Roland listened with great interest.

But to say that this gentleman is like most ordinary people, Roland cannot completely judge him like this.

The feeling he gives is somewhat similar to Cherry Chloe. Compared with showing off and men's love for women, his words reveal more shrewdness.

For example, he spent so much money and got the effect of a beautiful kiss.

"...I've got to deal with those gentlemen. No matter where I am, I have to have some conversational skills. If I'm on good terms with Ms. Jasmine, I might as well introduce a few famous ones to her - gentlemen are willing to accept my favor, and ladies are also willing to say good things to me. "

He squinted like a cunning fox.

"It's not easy doing what we do, Roland."

"'Business is difficult, favor comes first.'"

he said, laying the cigar gently flat into the navy blue and gold-plated porcelain ashtray.

"It's so hard to make friends."

Roland turned his face sideways and said with a smile: "I don't think it's difficult at all. Aren't we friends anymore, Randolph."

The pale-faced man looked cheerful: "Of course, you saved my sister, and we will always be friends."

He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

"If you need anything, the Taylor family will help you. Believe me, Roland, to a certain extent, this surname means gold pounds."

Roland responded happily with an incomprehensible tone: "Of course friends should help each other."

Randolph knew he understood.

"You are much more special than other executioners of the Tribunal, my friend. No, it should be said that you are different from anyone I have ever seen." He did not answer Roland's words, stood up, and handed over the cane. "Come on, let's go see little Betty."