The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 565 Ch.564 About Benevento

Roland tried it.

indeed.

Halida cannot be an executive.

Even if she became a ritualist, she seemed unable to overcome the unfounded fear in her heart.

In this way…

Roland had no choice but to entrust Randolph and Theresa, and let the old maid teach Halida - of course, what Xander said about warming feet was really a joke.

Although she told Roland seriously that he should find three more beautiful little servants.

Two are responsible for warming hands, and two are responsible for warming feet.

Roland imagined such a scene in his mind.

Then, seriously answer Xander: in fact, he is a centipede.

It actually made Halida laugh.

Come back.

Roland had a lot of curiosity about Natalie Benevento's invitation and Ms. Natalie herself.

for example.

Everyone knows the weight of the surname Benevento, but Natalie looks like...

Hmm... Roland couldn't tell.

The top richest man in the country must be a little different, right?

For example, clothing, or servants cheering each other?

As a ritualist, although most things cannot be measured in terms of money - such as "wonderful objects" and "secret organs".

But when the money reaches a certain amount, some things are different.

“Because Natalie Benevento is not ‘Benevento’.”

Xander knew what Roland wanted to ask.

Millions, maybe more than millions, of family property, these small yellow coins are piled up, and one can overlook the entire city of London.

But Natalie Benevento didn't get much preferential treatment when it came to her surname.

It starts with her father, George Sutherland Levinson Benevento, or the Duke of Stafford.

This old gentleman served as a county councilor when he was young. Later, after inheriting his father's title, he served as ambassador to France for a time - although he had no diplomatic experience at that time.

After returning to the country, he accepted the position of United Postmaster General until he led a controversial 'movement' behind the scenes.

He was a colonel of the Staffordshire Volunteer Cavalry and later an honorary lieutenant of Staffordshire. In the civil service, he also obtained the title of Privy Councilor ten years later.

The so-called "Benevento", in addition to the surname, the family's wealth also includes all the properties left by the family behind his uncle and his wife.

Large tracts of land, mountains of art collections, and small but absolutely valuable shares.

The wealth was immeasurable and was once described as 'the richest in the country' - although Xander did not think highly of those who held it.

Roland had seen him at the Cradle of Flesh Ceremony, and even heard Xander talking to him about art:

I seem to be very energetic, optimistic and talkative, and there seems to be nothing annoying about me...

But Roland also knew.

There are usually two worlds inside and outside the door.

He has four children in total, not to mention the eldest son who is the heir (and his twin brother who died in infancy), the second daughter Natalie Benevento and the youngest son Rupert Benevento have a bad relationship with him. .

Among them, his daughter Natalie Benevento dissatisfied him the most.

In other words, embarrassing.

When this fat lady was young, she had been engaged to a knight. At that time, "the rich married to the rich" had not yet become popular, and there were not many families who could marry Benevento.

Old George chose an old knight for her daughter.

Only twenty-seven years older.

Although he doesn't have much money, his ancestral bloodline is absolutely noble and his reputation is also excellent.

However, Natalie Benevento was not satisfied.

She had just come into contact with "mystery" at the time, and for the first time she saw a world other than carriages, champagne and banquets - a magical world that allowed people to possess "magic".

She was preparing to embark on the road of "dry bones" and had previously sought her father's advice.

The result is.

Old Benevento hated these 'spirited' things.

He told Natalie that no one would marry a witch who kept dead mice under her pillow and centipedes and black beetles in her jar.

If she insists on doing this, get out and never come back.

He thought his daughter would compromise.

But she didn't.

It is worth mentioning that His Excellency the Duke's cavalry title is indeed of little value.

When he discovered that his daughter began to stay up at night, hanged from her waist all day long, and kept going in and out of the houses of some strange men with dirty and low moral standards, he actually took a musket and broke down the door of the other man's house.

"Did he really do that?"

"certainly."

Xander smiled with a smile on his face.

But the question is: which one?

Natalie had already entered the first ring at that time, and in the same year, she had found about twenty lovers for herself.

It's humiliating enough as a father to come to your door with muskets - twenty?

I'm afraid the whole circle is circulating whether her daughter likes to sweat, whether the bed collapses when she sits on it, and whether there are some natural differences between fat women and thin women - there is no such discussion, but he firmly believes that Definitely in private.

then.

Natalie Benevento became "Natalie".

As a father, he almost never mentions his daughter; as a daughter, she rarely uses her last name.

The father and daughter are strangers to each other. Although they live in the same city, they rarely see each other, let alone exchange a word or two...

"etc."

Roland interrupted Xander at the right time.

He discovered a problem.

According to Xander's description, this Duke should be disgusted with rituals, ritualists, alien species, and even everything that is beyond the understanding of 'mortals': rigid, serious, precise, and standard. This is what Xander himself described.

But how could such a person appear at a cultist's ceremony?

Roland had seen him at that ceremony.

"I don't know, Roland," Xander didn't care about anything except Roland and the 'Sacrament', "but there is something that may be related to your question-a few years ago, he transferred his membership in the secret party Changed to Gray Party."

Changed party membership?

Roland probably understood.

This is another question that doesn’t require you to spend time thinking about it—or, in other words, it’s useless if you do.

He is not as smart as Randolph and cannot understand many things.

"Maybe I should find a teacher and let him give me some political lessons." Roland joked.

"No need, Roland." Xander's expression was gentle and he touched Roland's cheek: "That's a card game on the top of the mountain. Only those who reach the top of the mountain abide by the rules. The people at the bottom of the mountain see it mysteriously and are in awe. In fact, it's just Another variation on the boring game of 'you give me a piece of sugar, I'll give you a cup of tea'..."

"A big kid's game."

"They are also barefoot and bare-armed like the women selling matches in the East District. They spit and swear everywhere. When a stone is kicked down, the people at the foot of the mountain will be frightened and shout 'Shenwei'. Throw a piece of cloth, and the people underneath will be shocked." We should sing the praises of ‘The benefactor has given us beautiful clothes’.”

"Maybe a few cards will be blown away by the wind, and the Mudtoes will be happy again: Thanks to the new bill! Let the poor also have their own entertainment!"

"Tell me, what's the reason for that bill?"

Xander smiled very softly: "A cup of tea, Roland. The real reason is that the cup of tea was too hot and our eldest child couldn't hold it. He loosened his fingers when alternating his hands and accidentally dropped the card."

Roland rolled his eyes: "You said this world is too terrible, Miss Kratoffer, it is not beautiful at all."

You know best whether the world is beautiful or not, Roland Collins.

Xander's eyes were burning as he stared at the man in front of him, like a wildfire that had escaped its reins and could never be extinguished by the heavy rain.

and.

I don't care about the world.