The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 590 Ch.589 Private Library

As for what happened between his parents and the Cavendish family, Randolph didn't know much.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, he was thrown into London, going to school, fighting, drinking, and gambling.

Either he would go hunting with a few friends, or do some illegal bad things, from the east city to the west, from the south to the north, whistling in and whistling away, annoying people every day - he rarely heard his father mention what happened with his mother when she was young, and he almost never talked about the Cavendish family.

Randolph was very unfamiliar with the people of this family, and he didn't associate with them.

He didn't know what the other half of his blood in his body symbolized, and when other friends showed off, he never expected that he had an outstanding and praiseworthy ancestor, a family that people had to treat with caution.

He was just Taylor every year, and had nothing to do with Cavendish.

Until his father grew older day by day.

Until he really began to take over the "Golden Smoke", sending and receiving letters from Brighton.

Only then did he realize that this shameless family was filled with stupid relatives one after another - to be honest, if it was just stupidity, Randolph Taylor would not mind giving some of the "Golden Smoke" to them every year.

Although he believed that the Taylor family's current situation had nothing to do with Cavendish.

But he also had the blood of the Cavendish family flowing in his body, but it was just a few hundred or a few thousand pounds, and he could deal with it in a more decent and gentle way...

Until Roland told him.

There is a ritual to "shelter" the soul in this villa.

Oh.

Let's put it this way.

It will take effect when someone dies, and then "protect" the soul of this poor person, not teaching him to go to heaven or hell, not letting him go to the place of the gods he believes in, and only stay in this seaside villa...

Three years, five years, or even longer.

At first, Roland thought that this was arranged by Bellos Taylor for his wife, and soon he imagined a lingering and touching love story in his mind:

The frail wife held her husband's hand when she was dying, asking him to take good care of their children.

The loyal and tenacious husband found a ritualist for his wife and kept her soul by his side for a long time - this is also the reason why Bellos Taylor returns to Porto every year.

Get along with the ghost and recall the past.

Roland originally guessed this way.

Then he was mercilessly ridiculed by the wrench.

"Do you have a hole in your head that the fat woman can lie on and play the flute?"

"Bellos Taylor is a businessman who almost made his fortune from scratch. He came from a rural area and established himself in London. He founded 'Golden Smoke', which is still one of the best tobacco brands in the country-"

"Would such a man imprison his wife's soul and come back to visit her every year?"

"He has kissed more women than you have stepped on ants."

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I have stepped on...

"Ant nests, I know. That's more than you."

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I just think that such a story is more acceptable.

Roland saw the surging anger in Randolph's eyes and sighed silently in his heart.

With his background, he certainly understood that some people would not give up their armor for a promise and die alone like the knight in the story-but Roland urgently needed such a story to add a touch of color to his past memories.

He would rather hear such a 'stupid' story than let these torches burn his heart again.

He could feel the pain of Bellos Taylor and the confusion and helplessness of Randolph Taylor.

When he stepped into the old house, it was as if he was in an eternally burning hell - everyone had a lingering smell of burning.

Just as Rose worried.

It must be said that he had witnessed too many tragic stories before and after coming to London. If this world was really created by the Father of All Things...

He is not very competent.

"They actually want to imprison my father's soul... Cavendish who should be hanged. Theresa, Barton, we will take my father away tomorrow... tonight, tonight! I want to let them know the real enemy -"

The corridor of the cellar of the old house.

Theresa and Barton carried oil lamps and walked silently on both sides of Randolph.

The roar of the master echoed in the narrow and long darkness.

Randolph did not have Roland's "naive fantasy". As soon as he heard the effect of the ritual, he immediately understood what Cavendish was up to - they wanted to imprison his father's soul, and only his father's soul.

Bethany Cavendish or Jeff Cavendish would never go to such great lengths to invite a powerful ritualist, let him spend a lot of effort and money, just to target an insignificant servant.

Taylor's property, Bellos Taylor's hidden, unknown wealth or unmentioned secrets...

They must want something.

They don't need to take the risk of killing a dying person, just take care of him wholeheartedly, wait for him to sleep forever, and then activate the ritual to "shelter" the soul that should have gone to heaven or hell...

Their whole family should be hanged.

"If you want me to stigmatize a former noble family, Randolph, you really have to buy me a dragon." Roland interrupted the face that was gradually twisting in the shadows at the right time. In Roland's view, many things are very simple.

It would be simple as long as it was not handled in such a ‘noble’ or ‘decent’ way.

"Barton and I sneaked into Cavendish's old house and dropped off some cult-related stuff. The next day, they were all in the cell - it's a pity this is not London, Randolph. Otherwise, there would be no need for such trouble."

Roland's words poured cold water on Randolph's inner anger.

Cavendish...

What do they want?

"I'll give you the secret organ first, Roland. The rest... give me some time."

Randolph adjusted his breathing and tried to calm his overheated mind.

If possible, he didn't want to cause any more trouble for Roland - if the executive officer really said who was a cultist, who was a cultist, then the Inquisition would not have lived so miserably in the lost ten years.

There wouldn't be so many executive officers applying for transfer.

Roland was willing to do something for him, but Randolph couldn't accept it calmly - but on the contrary, he felt that this matter was very "normal" and had all kinds of ways to convince the other party.

"We're here."

This corridor leads to Bellos Taylor's private vault.

A private vault that Randolph had reinforced and had three more doors.

The chains were unlocked by the key, and after zigzagging for fifteen minutes, they came to a dilapidated wooden door.

"My father left many treasures, which may not look very valuable..."

Randolph suppressed the anger in his chest and blew away the thick dust on the wooden shelves: there were many wooden boxes on the shelves and corners, most of which were things collected by Bellos Taylor when he was young.

For example, commemorative badges, fragments of a ship, broken anchors, poetry collections, and pocket watches worn by some great man.

In addition, there were some gold and silver jewelry, and gems that were still shining even in the dust.

And.

The secret organ locked in the wooden box.