The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 579 Ch.578 Cavendish

Roland thought Randolph had some potential in Theresa.

Perhaps it was because the two had spent too much time together that they were becoming more and more alike in many aspects.

Before talking about the so-called "business", he warned Roland in various ways, talking about the methods of the "masters" back and forth, and warned him that once he fell into the eyes of those people, there were ways to make him live a life worse than death - even if he had the support of the Tribunal, not everything in the world was judged by force.

Even if it was.

The Tribunal was not the most powerful one.

Roland said he knew, and then Randolph asked back, since you knew it, why did you tell me.

Roland felt more and more that hiring a housekeeper who didn't talk much was the right decision.

How could this gentleman be so talkative?

"So, what's going on?"

"The secret organ, Roland." Randolph said, his words as precise as the pocket watch he had just adjusted: "An secret organ, a collection of the Taylor family."

Roland was not surprised that a family like the Taylors had such a treasure, he was just surprised that the secret organ had never been used - this thing is not a good collection.

It fears time and is lost in competition.

Like guns, putting it in a dusty treasure house will not give the enemy a stronger deterrent.

"If my father hadn't been sick, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known that the Taylors had collected such a thing."

After Bellos Taylor fell ill, he took over the Taylor family nearly two years ago, including the industry, shares and some treasured artworks - among them was Bellos Taylor's private library. The items inside were of different values, some were old, rusty or stained with ink, and even difficult to recognize.

Only the bottom of the box that sealed the "secret organ" was pressed with a note.

Obviously, he knew how to read and could ask questions with his mouth.

——Roland could understand why Randolph concealed Bellos's illness. He asked him if he had consulted Edward Snow. Maybe the doctor had some "unique" methods.

"It's worse than that, Roland."

Randolph had of course asked Edward.

After his "treatment" of Beatrice was initially effective, Randolph found a day off to entertain him in the name of a banquet. He handed over all his observations and daily records collected by the servants about his father's illness to Edward Snow.

The result was worse than he imagined.

"He won't live long."

Randolph lowered his eyes and spoke lightly. He just squeezed the cigar hard, making a "crackling" sound.

"Mr. Snow said that there is more than one disease that troubles my father. It is like a living fetus parasitic in the flesh and blood, constantly absorbing nutrients from his body - they may be everywhere, or they may only be in a fixed place."

"Regarding this issue, Mr. Snow told me two ways."

Randolph frowned.

"Either you have to perform a resection. Cut open his belly, expose his internal organs to the view, use the brightest lamp to extinguish the shadow, use your fingers to search in the slippery, find the lesion, and cut it off with a knife..."

"Or, take some painkillers... and pray to the Father of All Things every day--" Randolph paused: "The latter sentence is added by myself."

This is all the solutions Edward Snow can offer.

Risky, the effect is unknown, either quick birth or quick death.

Another safe, but the ending is doomed.

As for the ritualists, there is no need to say more.

Putting aside the Death Season, the only thing the followers of the Holy Cross can do is not much different from laudanum-"Saints" can heal wounds and revitalize people, but they cannot take away a living fetus parasitic in flesh and blood, and after gluing the belly, they cannot guarantee that he will not have other problems.

Roland thought that Randolph should know better than himself whether the ritualists of the high ring have the ability to cure his father.

He has already tried his best.

"I wanted to take him back to London for recuperation, but he was reluctant to leave the city: every afternoon after tea, he would go to the port to enjoy the sea breeze."

Randolph looked tired: "Plus my aunt's strong request, I really couldn't refuse - in Porty Port in Brighton, no one is more powerful than the Cavendish family."

Cavendish?

Roland had never heard of this surname.

"Not prominent in London." Randolph absolutely didn't like this surname, Roland could see it. When he mentioned 'Cavendish' and 'Porty Port', his expression revealed a complex disgust.

"My mother's surname is Cavendish, I never talked about her with you, right?"

Randolph had indeed never talked about his and Beatrice's mother.

Even if Roland heard a few words from Theresa, it was only a "dead" evaluation: the second daughter of the Cavendish family seemed to stay only in the portrait next to the fireplace in the main hall, with a stern face, pursed lips, and her hand on Randolph's shoulder, far away from Beatrice.

Maybe it was the painter's fault, Roland could often see a palpitating light in her motionless eyes.

This reminded Roland of the monastery where Shandel had taken her, where the nuns walked silently and had pale faces.

"My mother..."

Randolph stammered and pressed his thumb a few times: "She didn't like Beatrice very much."

Roland replied softly: "I think this should be the best result."

He meant.

If you just stop at 'dislike', that would be the best result - and if you say this, I will certainly not delve into what really happened behind the scenes, making it difficult for you to comment on this person who is particularly important and noble to you. lady.

Randolph glanced at Roland, and he didn't know what he thought of. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.

He heard it.

However, it is too crude.

"I know you tried your best, Roland." He put down the cigar that was burning in the middle and filled the two cups with tea: "Yes, my mother not only dislikes Beatrice, she also thinks that it is impossible to give birth to such a child." 'Freak' brings shame to the family and tarnishes her name..."

"She felt that it all came from my father's dirty blood, a mistake that resulted in a union that shouldn't have happened."

Randolph sneered: "She didn't make any 'mistakes' at all."

he said.

"If it weren't for Teresa, Beatrice would have been thrown away long ago..."

This is why Randolph Taylor wants Teresa to continue serving him and his sister.

To some extent, this loyal and honest woman did save Beatrice Taylor's life.

Roland thought.

Regarding the relationship between Randolph and his mother, there are some feelings and opinions that should not be evaluated by outsiders, and it is definitely not just because of Beatrice.

When it comes to mother, we have to talk about the Cavendish family who is entrenched in Brighton Porty behind her.

Randolph told Roland.

This wealthy family, which was the first to start ocean trading, was even richer than Taylor today. They manipulate Brighton's coastline so that when the tide rises, it rises, and when the waves recede, it recedes. If you ask any sailor rubbing sweat salt in front of a fish stall, or a child too young to know the difference between men and women, who is the most powerful in Porti.

will all get the same answer.

Cavendish.