The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 226 Ch.225 Paroyemed

Paroyemed Bank is located at No. 23 Cross Street.

It is almost as majestic as a church.

The walls are made up of complex lines carved by craftsmen. Above the waistline of the building, there is a huge bear head carved - this is the symbol of the spirit servant: Sean Westwick.

Giant bear noble.

Second crown god: Eve's...

waiter.

He ascended to immortality through the Path of the Herd, and then crossed the path again, allowing his figure to fall into Eve's sight.

Usually, the ritualists of the Great Vortex will worship Eve and the Great Bear Noble: Sean Westwick.

According to the information in the Tribunal Library, when performing the minor mysteries involving the Second Crown God, if one prays to the Giant Bear Nobles at the same time, the ceremony may have a more miraculous effect.

The Spirit Servant...

Serving beside God, a great being second only to the God of Eternal Sleep.

Roland raised his head and looked into the eyes of the giant bear surrounded by the stone lines.

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"The ruler of the quadruple spiral cycle, the cold fire, the blazing turbulence..."

"Eve, the goddess of nature."

"And his attendant: the great bear noble, Sean Westwick."

"The records say that he often wanders around in the sleep world, and his whereabouts are uncertain."

"He was once the Earl of Bath, but later abandoned his family business and disappeared. Hundreds of years ago, during a battle, he suddenly appeared as a servant. He transformed into a giant bear and crushed all the enemies that stood in his way. Since then, the Westwick family has also been called the Giant Bear Family."

"His descendants used his legacy to found a bank."

"That is what is before you: Paroyemed."

"It is said that this was the name of one of Westwick's former lovers."

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You did your homework, Wrench.

"~(○｀ 3′○)~"
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It's so ugly, like a pig.

"ヾ(≧O≦)〃~"
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This is acceptable.

"You blind idiot, you picked it up."

It's quite windy today.

Roland wore a thicker dark fur coat and a new walking stick.

After getting off the carriage, wait aside.

The black hair tied up behind her head fluttered in the wind and snow.

Many people, not just women, stopped to gaze at this picturesque natural scenery.

'Who is he waiting for?'

Maybe a girl will get off the bus and a romantic story will happen.

Some passers-by thought with a smile.

Not long after.

They saw a "sphere" squeezed out of the carriage with difficulty.

I almost slipped.

Philip Chandler turned his head, said a few words to the servant, and straightened his collar.

"I know that 'extraordinary' people like you have special ways to grow eyes - I don't need servants to serve me... Oh, you should be the most handsome man on this street today."

A few days ago, Philip Chandler sent an invitation to the court.

For Roland.

The last time they met, Roland knew that he was very likely to be familiar with Cherry, so he naturally accepted the appointment.

"I wanted to have a long talk with you at his place, but I couldn't help showing off my newly modified carriage to you." Indeed.

Philip Chandler had already 'explained' Roland all the way.

This carriage is half a length longer than an ordinary carriage and has a double deck. Apart from the side boxes for storing wine, the small cigar cabinet, the soft leather reclining and the hand-painted oil paintings by famous artists on the ceiling, all the items in the carriage are expensive and rare.

Even the inverted conical wooden base supporting the table is covered with crocodile skin.

"It is indeed a thing of show, Mr. Chandler. I can say that I have never seen a carriage more luxurious than yours."

Philip Chandler was very happy to hear Roland's praise and led him up the stairs.

Paroyemed is within sight.

The brown wooden doors that opened outward were wide open, and two men in black waiter uniforms and golden ribbons around their waists kept nodding to the guests. Sometimes when they met a familiar face, they would bow cordially with a smile on their faces - obviously, Chanderson was within the range of this bow.

"Good day, gentlemen."

The waiter came up to him swiftly, bending over with a smile on his face: "How can I help you?"

Philip Chandler met Roland today to talk about Cherry-Chloe, and his visit to Palojemed was just a casual one.

"I want a certificate of deposit in the amount of one thousand pounds in the name of a bearer."

He sent the waiter to lead the way and whispered to Roland, "You may not have heard about it recently, but this matter has spread all over our circle."

"what?"

"Investments. Big business, Mr. Collins."

Philip rubbed his round nose and sniffed a few times: "... a big and profitable business. If you are interested, we can talk about it later."

Roland probably knew what he was referring to.

The waiter led them to a high counter and tapped it twice.

The clerk wearing a monocle at the counter looked up when he heard the voice.

One thousand pounds was not a lot of money for Philip Chandler. The clerk filled out the receipt and stamped it neatly. Roland folded his hands and listened to the conversation coming from not far away:

At the counter closest to them, a bearded man was quietly explaining himself.

"You said yes a few days ago!"

"You didn't raise the price a few days ago." The clerk at the counter was polite, but did not give in at all: "This is already beyond our estimate, Mr. Brown, I hope you can understand."

The man at the counter couldn't understand.

He took off his hat, adjusted his tie left and right, leaned over the counter, and spoke in a much lower voice: "... Just consider it a favor. That's downtown, sir, downtown! The best place! You can't find such a good place in the whole of London..."

The clerk agreed with him, but it made no sense.

He expressed regret about this.

"I'm just a clerk, as you can see. If I could decide the price, where would I sit?" He joked, slamming a stack of bills on the table and pressing them into the booklet. "One thousand three hundred pounds, Mr. Brown. That's a high price."

"Don't you know?"

Isaac Brown still did not give up: "…That's the best place."

"The location is, but the price is not. If it's that good, why did you come to Palojemed?"

There is no shortage of private transfers these days, but it’s a different story when it comes to banks.

"…Their offer is unfair." Isaac Brown rolled his eyes. "My hospital cost a lot of money, and there are a lot of medical equipment in it…"

"Yes, but what good will it do us, Mr. Brown? It's more trouble than value--we have to hire someone to do it all over again if we take your house."

Isaac Brown hesitated.

The clerk sighed.

He was also in a difficult situation.

This gentleman came several times.

Roland said with a straight face, "Why are you trying to embarrass a gentleman? I really cannot tolerate such disrespectful words. This is not how Palojemed should be, and neither should the Giant Bear Family."

(End of this chapter)