The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 317 Ch.316 Fun
Firolan didn't say much about the Inquisition's investment (compared to other things).

——Because Enid cared more about the special perfume that Roland gave her than investing in the company.

The executives were pleased, too.

First of all, it is indeed a good thing for those gentlemen and ladies who do not have much money in their pockets and have various reasons to stay in the courtroom.

Roland is one of us.

Judging from the relationship between him, Fernandez, and Enid, they are people who can be trusted.

Second.

Holy water...

To put it simply, it is a small amount. As long as the adults need it, there is always enough holy water. To put it simply, the ritualists have to rely on their luck every month.

Selling a bottle of holy water to the church doesn't bring much money.

As for selling it to the nobility or the new rich...

It is not yet the turn of an inquisitor.

Therefore, Roland's proposal was agreed by almost all the executive officers - they didn't have to deal with ghosts, and they could still have a lot of extra by just keeping some for backup.

Two to five shillings—the church’s buy-back price.

Roland doubled up.

Although he explained that he only held a small share in the "Fountain of Youth", but...

Taylor?

Fuck Taylor.

The people of the Inquisition will not be grateful to Taylor Miller Hadler. They are a group of stubborn, mean, "waste" who have drunk blood and whose own or their relatives have shed blood. For these people, the Inquisition is the only "family" that can take them in and give them shelter.

Here are their years, their true brothers and sisters who have been through life and death countless times. They are familiar with every pattern on the pillars of the corridor and the weight of the cross.

They grew old with this crappy place.

This is the view of most veteran executives.

And the young people?

Young people are not yet qualified to speak.

Frankly speaking, there are very few young people like Roland and Shandel who have a say in the team. True geniuses will not stay in the Inquisition, and the Inquisition cannot keep true geniuses.

Two of them are special cases.

"So, it's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Randolph found himself having to re-evaluate Roland's position in the Inquisition...

"You're not related to 'that person', are you?"

In the carriage, Randolph asked Roland in a sneaky voice - that person is definitely not the supreme one.

"What's the relationship?" Roland rubbed his forehead. It didn't take much effort to discuss the "investment" matter. Including the communication with his brothers and sisters, it only took about 20 minutes - but he stayed in the courtroom for an hour and a half.

As for what I used that time for...

How do you eat a conch without tools or hands?
"I was blocked for an hour, Roland."

"If you don't tell the truth, I will sue you."

Roland: ...

"Lady Enid Jutia... saved my life."

Randolph nodded. He knew about Roland's origins - his father burned himself and the old house, and he was rescued from the flames by a team of executioners.

"So, this is just the 'saved your life' thing?"

the pointy-chinned businessman demanded.

"…what do you mean 'only' this one?"

"Well, there is more than one way to save a life, my friend." Randolph shrugged and bumped Roland with his shoulder. "...For example, some people have a little habit of shouting on the top of a mountain, '...Oh...You saved my life!'"

"so--"

Roland said expressionlessly: "I am just an executive officer, Randolph. Madam is the presiding judge. You must be aware of the difference between them."

Randolph disagrees: "That's why men should use their strengths to fill the 'gap', and that's exactly what we should do."

"Beatrice has never seen this side of you."

Randolph's good mood instantly turned bad when Beatrice was mentioned. He looked at Roland and said unkindly, "Betty has been mentioning you a lot lately."

"Because her brother is never with her."

Randolph raised his eyebrows: "Oh, so, you are here?"

Roland blinked and said, "I always go there secretly at night."

"Should I duel with you?"

Roland smiled and said, "You know, Randolph, she loves you very much, but she has her own way of expressing it."

Randolph gets a headache when it comes to "expression".

Since Roland and the 'ice doctor', his Betty has gradually become more cheerful: more talkative, more active - which would have been a good thing if she hadn't always been destroying her room and smearing her paint all over the house.

Every time Randolph returns home, there are new surprises.

Every time is different.

"Teresa told me that she often mentions your name, Roland. You should visit...her more often."

Randolph was also conflicted.

On the one hand, he didn't want his sister to get too close to a 'heartthrob' - especially since she wasn't quite 'normal'.

There will be no future between them.

But on the other hand, Randolph hopes that Roland can visit Beatrice more often.

As long as Roland is around, Beatrice...

More like a normal person.

A normal person who misses others and has joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Roland himself didn't know, but as her brother, Theresa, who was in charge of the old house and watched Beatrice grow up, and Bronte, who was with her almost all day, they saw it clearly.

Beatrice likes being with Roland.

"Go when I'm not here."

Randolph made a final compromise with a straight face.

"But no one invited me, Randolph." Roland shook his head and sighed, "How could there be no formal invitation? Besides, my cigar is almost finished..."

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Fuck you."

After a brief silence, the two burst into laughter.

"I think you're almost becoming her brother."

"Next Christmas, I will officially change my name to Roland Taylor... Will I get a share of the family fortune?"

Randolph laughed: "My father might like you, really."

"It's enough for two people in the Taylor family to like me."

"Um... my Betty? Who else? The other one wouldn't be me, would it?"

Roland: "It's Miss Bronte."

Randolph: ...

"…I recently planned to have Bronte write something for publicity—she's well-educated, so she can write well." He handed Roland a cigar, lit it for himself, and held it between his lips: "It's been published in major newspapers and salons, including the mysterious history of the Fountain of Youth..."

"We don't have a finished product yet, Randolph. We haven't even finished the store yet."

Roland reminded him that it was a little too early.

"Not early." Randolph shook his head: "All publicity must be arranged before bottling--"

He blew out a puff of smoke, leaned back in his chair, and let the mist cover his shrewd blue-purple eyes.

"You don't have to think about the business layout, Roland. This is the Taylor family's battlefield. What I want to ask is, besides the previous ones, do you have any new ideas? You and Miss Vansittart, you really should do some business..."

"Purchase limit, how about that?" Roland glanced at the flaming characters beside Randolph's shoulder, and as he read them, he began to doubt whether Miss Nina was a businessman in her history.

"Purchase limit?" Randolph repeated, of course he knew what the word meant: "Limit the number of units sold per day?"

"That's right. Because the production process is complicated, the production volume is very small... and very precious. Therefore, the highest-end and most expensive model obviously has to have a different quantity from the civilian model."

Roland finished reading one paragraph and then read the next one: "We can publicize some 'gossip' before selling the first batch - for example, the first batch of 'Fountain of Youth' was made by several founders themselves, and there are only one thousand or five hundred bottles... You can put your signature on them."

Randolph thought about it and drew inferences from one example: "Maybe, we can do this once every few chapters..."

"Full marks."

"You should really be a businessman, Roland."
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He said I should really be a businessman.

"snort."
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Thank you Miss Nina, and thank you, Wrench.

"This is not Su Yue's idea."
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I almost thought she was a businessman.

"The knowledge in her memory, Roland, does not mean it comes from her."
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Oh, so...
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Who else should I thank besides you and her?
The white flame jumped a few times.

Roland: ...
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what is this?
"name."
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name?

"Fuck the wind."
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I know. I mean, why would anyone name something like that.
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No one calls themselves 'Fuck Windy'.

"Don't ask me, I'm not Su Yue."
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You are absolutely wrong.
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If it was the correct name, there was no way I couldn't understand it.

"Um…"

"Perhaps, a horse, riding the wind?"
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Much more pleasant to the ear.
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That is, a flying horse, right?
"perhaps?"
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Then why not just call it a unicorn? Unicorns can fly, right?

"..."

"Whatever you want, Roland. I've already decided not to argue with you about the name."
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Thanks unicorn.

(End of this chapter)