The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 67 Ch.67 Brother?

"Does the irregular supply of cigars count?"

Roland made a joke.

Randolph did negotiate 'sponsorship' with him - paying Roland some gold pounds every week.

There wasn't much he had to do: visit frequently and expand his influence under the guise of visiting Randolph, but in reality he just wanted to visit Beatrice.

In addition, Beatrice also needs to be taken care of in other social situations.

Roland agreed, but refused the 'sponsorship'.

Some behaviors can come out of friendship, but after receiving money, they become restraints.

"When I used to sew gloves for people, I only had five or six pennies a week." Roland told Cherry about his past without concealing it. "Apparently the Inquisition's one pound a week salary is enough for me."

“Even way beyond that.”

Cherry Chloe rolled her eyes in a very vivid way.

Avoid other people.

"There's never enough money, honey."

“There’s never enough.”

She shook the fan and pushed it upwards.

Some men who were observing here and who were about to come over stopped, changed their goals, and started chatting with others.

"But it's smart of you not to take the money."

She seemed very happy with what Roland did.

In her opinion, of course, the farther away from Taylor's house, the better.

"I have some connections at the Art Association."

Cherry lowered her chin and whispered, "Elite Art Association, you may not have heard of it. Roland, you need to save some money. When the time comes, I will help you 'operate' a novel or poem, and then Find a way to get it to the theater."

"With money and honor, you can 'operate' more novels and poems by yourself. Of course, I think you also have this ability. If you are lucky enough and go smoothly enough, you might even have an honor. medal…"

"Want a private carriage with gold-gilt badges and silent axles?"

"Want to live here?"

Cherry Chloe seems to have thought about it countless times in private, and she is not ordinary fluent when talking about these.

"...When you gain status," she hinted at the elegant and beautiful women Roland had just greeted, "those people will really say hello to you, instead of just taking the opportunity to say hello to me and just look at you."

She turned her hands and admired her painted nails: "It doesn't matter if you have a lover. But Roland, do you want to find an egg seller's daughter as your wife? The future of an executive...you firmly believe that you can achieve the position of presiding judge. ?”

Of course, Enid is also a link in the chain of Cherie Chloe’s disdain.

"...Even if you become the chief judge, at most there will be more people bowing to you." She said, "When did you ever invite her to a cocktail party? What status does she have? Who will really respect her?"

It seems that Cherry Chloe has not given up the idea of ​​letting Roland leave the Tribunal at all.

"Of course, it's not glamorous enough, it's dangerous and desolate. Apart from little tricks, what else is there to like?" She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward slightly. The smell that got into Roland's nose was a metaphor for some kind of temptation:

"Some women can also do 'little tricks'. Moreover, they are definitely more interesting and comfortable than what you have seen before."

"I felt like she was saying dirty words that were inappropriate for her status and situation."

Roland suppressed a smile, as if he didn't understand.

Cherry glanced at him and hummed, "Stop pretending, Mr. Collins. Men are like this. After a certain age, they know nothing about women. Even boys who have never seen the world in prison since they were young, when When he was fourteen, his first thought when he saw a woman was...oh, you have never ridden a horse, right?"

"I'm getting older."

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Come on you.

Perhaps she felt that what she said was too explicit, so the woman coughed as an excuse, and her tone suddenly became very serious: "Roland Collins, do you believe me?"

"I won't hurt you."

The cheerful atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Roland paused for a moment, rubbed his cane, and muttered: "Mrs. Cherry Chloe..."

The woman corrected: "Cherry."

"Okay, Ms. Cherry."

"Cherry."

"Cherry, Cherry, okay,"

Her reluctance seemed to make her look a few years younger.

Roland didn't let her wait any longer and responded sincerely: "Of course I trust you. Frankly speaking, isn't it all because of you that I am here?"

"I know nothing about how the world works, and I'm not smart enough. What you gave me was not just an opportunity to step into the circle, but an unprecedented knowledge that I couldn't get without crossing that door. ”

Roland stood with a smile on his face, and his lingering gaze penetrated Cherry Chloe's eyes in the light, as if he could really see the world at this moment.

"What is the reason for you to give "high knowledge" to a low-level person? I think if you are willing to get benefits, you don't have to lift up your skirt and walk barefoot into the quagmire in front of so many people under the sun. ”

Roland's words were not suitable for this occasion.

What he means is that if you covet those unspeakable affairs like others, you can rent a house for a long time and invite me to a private meeting——

Rather than force a ignorant, blind, poor, or perhaps sick person who lives in the East District and is fostered at his uncle's house to a high-end place that does not suit his status.

Not only will this not make him grateful, but he will also be implicated in tearing off the precious clothes that Cherry Chloe has carefully maintained for many years.

no doubt.

For people who know the rules of the game, for women whose husbands are nobles and who also know the rules of the game...

This is the stupidest and most wrong approach.

Roland also expressed doubts about this.

What to pay, how to pay, and in what way.

He was such an innocent person, but he couldn't live well in the workhouse.

Obviously there is absolutely no match between what Cherry Chloe has paid and what she can gain.

She had tarnished her own reputation. What could she get in return for helping Roland?

"I shouldn't talk like that, should I?"

Roland added.

Cherry looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and turned around angrily to lead him to a place with fewer people.

When he reached a certain corner, he closed the folding fan and lightly tapped Roland on the shoulder.

"Too straightforward! Roland! Except in a woman's quilt, you can never be so straightforward anywhere in the future!"

She rolled her eyes, remembering his serious and imposing look just now, and wanted to laugh a little bit, "...If my brother is still alive, he should be as old as you."

She suddenly lowered her eyes, sad and calm.

"When I was young."

"My brother often steals my jewelry and sells it for money, did you know? Roland, you were just like my brother last time..."

Hide your sister's jewelry box.

real…

familiar.

Why can't the only person who was kind to me live on?

"Brother..." Roland chewed on the word, not knowing whether to ask or not.

While still hesitating, Cherry told him as if talking to herself.

"He fell down the stairs and was in a coma for three days and never woke up."

Cherry sighed and wanted to reach out to touch Roland's head. She glanced around, thought about it, and pushed his shoulder with the head of her fan.

"You are not allowed to say those words to ladies in the future, do you understand?"

Roland smiled and said yes, then asked: "So, you treat me like this just because of my brother..."

"Yes, yes, just because you are like my brother, Roland Collins. That's why I am so kind to you. Why are you always so cautious like an animal hiding in the grass that is afraid of being hurt?"

Cherry blinked, as if she had seen through what Roland was thinking at this moment: "Women's love and hate usually happen in an instant. You still have a lot to learn, little boy."