The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 582 Ch.581 Super Hair Comber

The distance between London and Brighton is not too far.

Roland and Beatrice were wrapped up like two fluffy cat tails and took a nap. When they opened their eyes again, the train was already approaching the city.

Randolph was holding coffee with a tired face and looking at himself reflected in the glass.

He just finished his work.

"You should get some sleep." Roland yawned and pressed his finger on the nose of the girl who was snoring softly against his shoulder: "Her Majesty the Queen is not as busy as you, Randolph."

"Because there are too many people worrying about the future of this country for her," Randolph put down the coffee cup, turned his face, and looked at his sister who was still snoring softly with his eyes: "If I don't finish these things, I will be sleepy. Nightmare."

"You are a qualified heir, but even for Beatrice, you have to pay attention to your health."

"Exhaustion will not harm my health, and it's not like I don't have time to rest." Randolph disagreed with Roland's words.

He is a staunch "short sleep" advocate and believes that sleeping for too long will damage the brain and corrode the spirit. If you sleep for too long, over time, people will no longer be smart.

"Maybe." Roland lazily leaned on the soft cushion, his limbs as if separated from the trunk, each assuming different paralyzed postures according to his own thoughts: "However, no one can stop me from sleeping... I can sleep ten hours a day... at least ”

Randolph looked calm: "No wonder your mind... is so sincere. It seems that this kind of schedule is in line with my judgment of 'sleep' - what they said does make sense."

Roland squinted: "Respect your creditors, Taylor."

Randolph was no longer too lazy to argue on this topic, so he took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

"You know, they're going to try a new fuel on trains recently."

"What?"

"White mine." Randolph closed the watch cover with a snap, his eyes gloomy: "I heard from the shareholders. That material is rare, and the energy it produces is many times more powerful than what is currently used in trains..."

As a businessman, he couldn't understand the technical terms. He only knew that this thing had killed his friends and might kill more people in the future.

"He said, 'There's a new era coming' - and unless he's sober, a train that gets faster is not a 'new era'."

"I remember telling you," Roland sat up slightly, pressed his hands on the sofa, and rubbed his butt upwards: "In Mining Town, the lady also said that white mines have an 'irresistible' power. ”

"New era..." Randolph imitated the man's accent in a low voice. The almost cooling sunset fell on his pale skin, accompanied by a tired sigh: "I hope they can solve the problem of the infectious disease before letting him We welcome a 'new era'...a new era."

Randolph is pessimistic.

"And those useless inventions... no one has to read in the shower. Is this the new era?"

As for those 'researchers' and 'inventors', Randolph believed that except for a few of them who were truly knowledgeable, most of them were just sensationalists. Just like those people who do errands for banks, after showing off their abilities, they hint at investment in their words, as if missing out on their invention is equivalent to missing out on India.

Businessmen are not fools.

"How are taking a bath and reading a book connected?" Roland had never heard of such a thing. He wanted to laugh when he heard Randolph describe the wooden frame around his neck: "There are many inventors who have approached Taylor, right? ?”

Teresa said the most outrageous thing was the 'super hair comb'.

"What kind of hair comb?" Roland's eyes lit up.

At the mention of this word, Randolph's expression was visibly unnatural: "It's a boring invention, Roland. We are almost there, why don't we just accept it——"

Roland nodded: "I want to hear the story of the hair comb."

Randolph: "I mean, it's getting late—"

Roland: "The Story of the Hair Comber."

Randolph: "Roland——"

Roland: "Hair comb."

Beatrice clutched Roland's sleeves sleepily, as if she had been awakened by these two annoying brothers. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked over in confusion: "...hair comb?"

Randolph:…

All right.

So, Teresa, who got the permission, "whispered" told Roland that because of this "hair combing device", Randolph almost paid to invest in a scammer at that time - but it was normal. As a man, it is difficult to understand the details of a woman combing her hair. .

He thought that with a huge roller inlaid with wooden teeth, a rocker, and a maid working crazy hard, this session could be compressed from forty minutes to five minutes.

Teresa didn't say anything at that time, but after they left, she silently took Randolph upstairs and asked him to comb Betty's long hair that had not been combed and oiled by the maid in advance.

'That thing will rip the scalp off. ’

Randolph glared at Theresa and said in a hard voice: "So this also proves that the vast majority of 'inventors' are stupid. They don't even have any common sense in life."

Roland joked: "Yeah, my brother, just like you."

In short, the hair comb is not important, just let Roland know that Randolph almost did something stupid once.

This joke is enough for him to tell for a lifetime.

Roland lowered his head and said, "Your brother wants to harm you."

Randolph: ...

I just fucking knew it.

The train soon entered Brighton, and in the evening, the river breeze was mixed with a hint of salty smell.

It was still some distance from the Port of Porti, and they needed to repair for one night before setting off for Porti early the next morning. At the station, Roland met the servants of the Cavendish family.

Jeff Cavendish didn't show up.

This is somewhat beyond Roland's expectation: no matter how 'sincere' his head is, he can roughly know from Randolph's description that the current fourth son, Jeff Cavendish, completely relies on Taylor, and the largest part of his income every year Revenue also comes from Gold Smoke.

Even if you’re not there…

It's time to send a butler here.

No.

There were only three male servants at the station who were wrapped in tattered smocks and looked unattractive. One of them was carrying two bags of 'gifts': they looked like candies and shortbreads bought at the last moment.

This is really...

It's indescribable.

Roland has never met such a 'smart' person.

Just when he was murmuring that there must be something wrong with Jeff Cavendish's head, he got out of the car and the oncoming valet - the valet holding two bags of 'gifts' opened his mouth. Yu Randolph spoke:

"Welcome, Mr. Taylor! This is the 'little' gift that my master, Mr. Jeff Cavendish, has repeatedly asked me to bring you."

Enthusiastic enough.

Roland knew Randolph's expression without looking.

Tip: If the gift is already small and inexpensive enough, stop stressing about the ‘small’ gift.

Randolph did not reach out to take it, but looked at the servant in front of him quietly without saying a word.

Obviously, the servant had his instructions.

He quickly lost his temper and cried to Randolph in public at the station about his master's difficulties, the disasters of the Cavendish family, their past glory, and the help they provided before and after Bellows Taylor's marriage...

Randolph was indifferent at first, and then he couldn't laugh or cry as he listened.

What should we do with such stupid relatives?

Roland's eyes were opened this time.

He even dared to bet that even if there was no so-called 'disaster', with a 'talented' heir like the Cavendish family, the outcome would not be any different from today.

Two small pockets of gifts, not exceeding three shillings.

Awesome.