The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 616 Ch.615 Pursuit

Speech is static.

Roland's lack of vocabulary could not express what he saw in his dream.

He simply recounted the lonely story and told the words in his notes to Teresa, Randolph and Cavendish, the most gifted children of their generation.

The reactions of the three people were also different.

Teresa cried.

Randolph was silent.

But Claudia Hayan Cavendish seemed extremely excited - she no longer blamed her 'aunt', but called her by name, calling her 'the woman who ruined Cavendish': she Ask Roland what else was recorded in the notebook, the specific details, her daily life, and whether the 'Saint Achonius' really existed...

Yes.

In the end, Roland decided to tell this secret to Cavendish.

He himself has been deeply persecuted by the Riddler over the years. Since embarking on the mysterious path, almost every puzzle has been shrouded in a thick fog that resists the pursuit of knowledge - whether it is the mysteries of the sleeping world or the ritualists who have mastered the secrets.

Whether it’s Enid, Old Shelley, Louis Hyman, Wrench, or…

Saint Delise.

Roland doesn't like this kind of saying that 'the time has not yet come'. There is always a pretentious arrogance and the hypocrisy of 'what am I doing for' - for example, for you, for the city, for the country, for the world...

He would rather tell a kid in a cage full of explosives that he has a box of matches in his pocket and then watch him destroy himself.

I don’t want to deceive him, the world is only as big as a cage.

Cavendish had a right to know the secret.

Now it seems that her pursuit is no different from that of her aunt.

"I can guarantee that the gods are not fictitious, Miss Hayan. But whether their actions have brought disaster to the world... I think as a primitive people, you don't care too much."

Hayang did not answer the question and looked away: "I heard Master Xun talk about 'multiple histories', and I was also warned that the consequences of studying this kind of taboo knowledge in private will be very serious..."

She stared at the twisted copper lamp for a long time.

"…And what are the consequences, Mr. Collins?"

Hayan asked.

Roland had felt before that Hayang was a contradictory woman.

It seemed that intelligence and stupidity spoke alternately in her soul.

There are always moments when she is so stupid that it makes people laugh, but she is particularly sharp in some places - for example, she never asked Roland the name of the undecipherable language, and tried to get Roland to read the copper lamp Carvings on the shell.

In an instant, she understood the fate of Jocelyn Cavendish and those primitive people, and began to make plans for her future: tracing the origin of blood, searching for gods, and even... jumping through history.

"What caused their deaths, Mr. Collins, do you have a better guess?"

"I think Mr. Green Son can answer this question for you. They are a group of creatures wandering in the gaps of multiple histories... I know whether it is accurate to use 'creatures' to describe them. Also, Miss Hayan, I advise you to study in Gaohuan Before, don’t pursue ‘history’ and ‘gods’ too much…”

Hayang bowed happily: "I think you are right. Although the records left by my aunt have further verified the fragments of information I have collected over the years - the followers of Guan Shen have spun a big lie to deceive and oppress those of us who have nobility. The initiator of the bloodline..."

"But I agree with you."

"Before I have enough strength and compatriots, I will not pursue those sharper existences."

"By the way."

She raised her head slightly and looked at Randolph, who looked gloomy: "There is no hatred between us anymore, Mr. Taylor. Since it is my aunt's decision, as someone with the same noble blood, I should accept her choice..."

"I think any member of the Cavendish family would be able to accept that."

"It's not Taylor's fault anymore."

When she spoke to Randolph, her stupid arrogance naturally leaked out, as if the Taylors were really worried about being hated by Cavendish - she might not think so, but she still wanted to 'announce' this in public. thing.

As the most promising of this generation.

"Whatever emotions you may have towards Taylor, Miss Hayan, it doesn't matter to me. The only good news is that I don't have to marry you and have children - and that's good news for you too, Isn't it?" Randolph said softly.

Hayang smiled proudly: "As it should be."

Her chin made an arc, past the non-existent high collar, and turned to Roland's side.

"I will keep this secret, Mr. Collins. Can the Cavendish family enjoy the friendship of an executive?"

Roland nodded: "I like making friends more than wild dogs."

Hayan:…

There was a crack in the smile.

Randolph rubbed his sore knuckles nonchalantly.

Roland, Hayan, Rose.

He is much better than this woman.

He was used to dealing with people who were mentally ill.

"Okay, Miss Hayan, let's go over it from the beginning."

Randolph relaxed his fingers and shook his head.

"You think that my father deceived my mother and forced her to perform a fortune-transfer ritual to rob the Cavendish family of good luck to Taylor. You sent people to sneak into the private treasury and exchanged fake rare items for another A fake one.”

"When you found out, you commissioned a "dry bone" or "elegy" to set up a dead shell ceremony in the old house, trying to trap my father's soul after his death and force him to ask about the whereabouts of the strange object..."

"At the same time, your father and Aunt Bethany hoped to facilitate our marriage and give birth to a baby with the blood of both parties as a bridge after the reappearance of the ceremony..."

Hayang listened quietly for a while, and then continued: "So, when you found the traces of the ceremony in the old house, you made people expose my father's plan, causing the Cavendish family to bear a huge debt, and had to seek help from Taylor, whom they hated the most..."

"In terms of means, Mr. Taylor, this is very immoral."

Randolph sneered: "That's because you are too stupid, Miss Hayon. To be honest, the last time I saw such a stupid thing was the autumn hunt three years ago. I was riding a horse and found a wild boar cub hiding in the bushes..."

Hayang shook the corner of his mouth.

"This can hardly be defined as a 'means', Miss. What your father did can only be called an extremely crude imitation - borrowing funds by relying on reputation and credibility, a trick my father used when he rose to power..."

"If I were in charge of this plan, Bekanov would only be Cavendish's 'enemy'."

Randolph 'instructed' Hayon.

The woman thought for ten seconds and finally reacted: "You want him to 'disappear'."

Randolph's eyes were a little elusive: "...The times are developing too fast, so that too many stupid people think that owning a few pieces of land can make them as smart as those who climbed all the way with their bare hands..."

Hayon folded his hands back and forth on his knees and smiled: "The Cavendish family is not in this category, Mr. Taylor. If it weren't for that ceremony..."

"If it weren't for that ceremony, you would be even more miserable than you are now, Miss Hayon."

Roland silently raised his head and counted the patterns on the ceiling.

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Why can't I understand what Randolph is talking about...

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What enemies and friends.

"You are a fool who doesn't even have land."