The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 143 Ch.142 Blind Columbus

After talking about Edward Snow, Roland talked about business.

This was also the purpose of his visit today.

"Tell me about that salon, Randolph. The salon of 'Ms. Jasmine'."

As a seasoned businessman, Randolph was very keen to detect the meaning of Roland's words.

This was not just a casual chat.

"The sea has been restless recently, and I haven't been to that salon for a long time."

Randolph put himself aside first, and then recalled.

"Like many salons..."

He described it to Roland.

The rich idlers held their glasses, swaying and chatting. The ladies gathered together to talk about men, jewelry and the most popular clothes at the moment. Bands, food, dances - maybe there will be some 'small shows' later, but Randolph is not interested in those magicians.

It looks like an ordinary salon.

"Oh, if you want to say 'strange', it is indeed a bit."

"I also heard a shareholder mention it... Let me put it this way," he thought Roland might not understand what 'shares' are, so he briefly explained: "The Taylor family is divided into several parts. In addition to my father and me, a small part is distributed to some gentlemen who can pave the way for us."

"In this era, doing business is indispensable to rely on them."

He heard from this shareholder that as long as enough money is paid, Ms. Jasmine will use a family 'secret medicine' to rejuvenate people and restore their youth.

"But I didn't see him become you the next day." Randolph smiled and teased: "Is he younger? Maybe it's my illusion. I asked him if he had spent a wonderful night with that lady-is this what she said 'rejuvenation'..."

Randolph shrugged.

"He said nothing and told me, 'You will know after you try it once.'"

"I don't need any rejuvenation, and I'm not interested in walking the same meat road with those adults."

Randolph didn't believe a word of it.

In his eyes, this ‘Ms. Jasmine’ was no different from the shivering women on Winter Flower Street—except that she had a villa and servants who served her well.

Randolph knew he shouldn’t be curious, but he couldn’t help it—he had met Mrs. Jasmine a few times.

At least she looked normal?

“The problem is with ‘rejuvenation,’ isn’t it?”

Randolph crossed his hands.

Roland saw a hint of curiosity on his face.

“How did you treat these people, Roland? Burn them to death? Or hang them?” Randolph had heard about the ‘fierceness’ of the executor, but that was also from his father, a story from a long, long time ago—especially in recent years, the ‘fear’ brought by the executor to people has become less and less.

Randolph wanted to say ‘turn over a new leaf’, but he felt that the joke was more ironic than humorous, so he stopped talking.

Roland said nothing and changed the subject: “Take me to see Beatrice, Randolph.”

Once he mentioned his sister, cultists and burning were not enough to attract this brother.

…………

……

Beatrice was dealing with the middle-aged maid impatiently.

She had her back to the door and didn’t even notice Roland and Randolph entering the room—Randolph made a “hush” gesture to the maid, then stood aside with Roland with his hands down.

The maid was giving Beatrice a “treatment”—

the kind that Edward Snow had instructed.

“…So, your brother is very busy every day, for the Taylor family and for you.”

Beatrice fiddled with the coins in her hand without looking up, as if she hadn’t heard.

The maid glanced at Randolph not far away, with an embarrassed expression.

“…Miss?”

Clatter, clatter.

The coins piled up into small pillars, and were pushed down by the girl’s hand.

Then, it repeated again.

She stared at them paranoidly, as if there was nothing else in the world except them.

The maid sighed, met Randolph’s gaze, and shook her head slightly.

Randolph smiled and signaled her not to care.

Roland was right.

It has been like this for years.

It would be foolish for him to blame Snow, the servants, and Betty.

He hoped that little Betty would get better, but he also had the ability to support her for life.

"…Miss, are you hungry?"

Beatrice glanced at her, held the coin in her hand, and then let it fall.

"How about playing a game?"

The maid thought about it and decided to show herself in front of her master - at least to be worthy of the weekly salary that was much higher than that of ordinary maids.

She smiled and classified the coins on the carpet: the denomination on the left was one pound, the pile on the right was two pounds, and the one in the middle was five pounds.

The one on the left was the closest.

The one on the right was the second.

The one with the largest denomination was the farthest from Beatrice.

The maid gently tapped Beatrice's hand that was stretched forward, and a little seriousness squeezed out between her eyebrows: "You can only choose one pile, Miss."

This choice made Beatrice hesitate.

Her golden hair, as bright as the sun, was scattered, and her blue-purple eyes looked at the three piles of gold pounds. She raised her head slightly and looked at the maid - she wanted to give a hint, or ask the maid to help her.

"Oh, I can't help you." A touch of pampering and smile appeared in the maid's eyes. She pointed at the three piles of gold pounds and said, "You have to make your own decision."

Beatrice hesitated and thought for a long time.

Finally, she reached out to the nearest pile with the smallest denomination - because it was the closest and most convenient.

Seeing this, Randolph sighed slightly.

However, I want to laugh a little bit.

"She's so cute, isn't she?"

Roland did not dare to praise his sister as 'cute' in front of an older brother.

"But how dare you secretly stare at someone's 'butt' before."

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I swear to my benefactor, I wasn't staring at her.

"You just didn't stare at her face... Roland, I understand, of course I understand."

"Do you know what the first words Columbus said when he set foot on the American continent?"

"'Farke! So big!'"

Roland:......

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I didn't do that.

"You have."

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I used to just think.

"Think about the American continent."

Roland:......

Frankly speaking, there is really nothing you can do about the fire in your head that ridicules this and insults that all day long...

Maybe some vegetables today?

"Stop thinking about those annoying things for me."

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You promise not to say disrespectful and dirty words again.

"Then make sure you don't just eat vegetables."

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I promise.

"I promise too."

The flames danced happily.

"But I may not keep my promise."

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Me too.

"You blind Columbus."

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You talkative and obscene person.

Undoubtedly, in the quiet room, Randolph's voice was not difficult to detect.

So Beatrice turned around.

Found two people standing not far away.

"oh--!!"

she shouted, startling the servant.

She threw away the gold pound and ran towards Roland before even lifting her skirt - she immediately tripped over the hem of her neglected skirt.

At this moment, Randolph's face was filled with 'happiness': it was the expression of a brother who doted on his sister, and one day found that his sister also loved him.

It can also be called ‘smirk’.

"Slow down, Betty, brother is waiting here."

Randolph opened his arms and watched expectantly as the blonde stumbled over.

Then he fell into Roland's arms.

Randolph: ...

Someone's arms were still open, welcoming a hug, standing still like a sculpture, passing by his sister.

He kinda hates the executive now.

"Good day, Miss Taylor." Roland hugged him, gently patted her back with his palm, and lowered his head: "If it were me, I would choose the closest one."

Beatrice's face showed just the right amount of confusion.

She turned to look at her brother, then broke away from the hug slightly and looked back at the servant not far away.

"Yes, I will make the same choice as you." Roland smiled warmly: "You are absolutely right and deserve praise."

Beatrice blinked and looked up at Roland: "Money! Can be exchanged for stones!"

"Yes, Miss Taylor, you are really smart."

Beatrice Taylor opened her mouth wide and smiled innocently.

Before Randolph could speak, her jumping thoughts informed her body again - she happily pushed Roland away, turned around and ran in the direction of the servant.

Then.

Squat down.

Gather the farthest pile of gold pounds with the highest denomination and hold them in your hands.

Collect the pile of medium-denomination ones in the middle.

Then, there is the nearest pound, the lowest denomination.

After the three piles were gathered into a pile, they were held in hands, scattered along the road, and returned to Roland.

She smiled so happily.

"for you!"

she says.

"Give you all!"

Randolph: ...

That's the money I make, sister.