The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 326 Ch.325 Come on, Ride the Dragon
When Randolph and his party came to the person in charge again, he gave the opposite answer to before.

He had said before: Since Victor Sala has agreed, Iret has the right to put his works in any exhibition hall - as long as it belongs to the exhibition hall, the association has not violated the rules.

then.

Louis Heyman asked him to 'do a favour' and remove Victor Sala's work early.

He said: Of course no problem, this is the creator's right.

Roland pestered him and asked sincerely: But we are not the creator, nor are we the creator's friends, we don't even know Victor Sala.

Louis just laughed non-stop.

He found that this young man not only had a similar past to him, but was also luckier than him. He was also unexpectedly interesting in some ways - for example, Louis could clearly see Roland's attitude towards his 'enemies'.

This may not be mature, unlike the so-called "forgiveness" theory spoken by those gentlemen.

But it fits in perfectly with the environment here.

Because in Louis's personal opinion, art is not order.

It should be chaos, randomness, and confusion.

The same goes for people.

"Don't make it difficult for Sendes, Roland, just let him withdraw." Louis came to the two men to reconcile, patted Roland, and then patted the middle-aged man who lost the shooting competition, and said kindly that he did nothing wrong, that he had only slightly violated the rules, and hoped that he would not feel offended by his profession and art because of his actions.

Sendes certainly doesn't.

Louis Heyman was a big shot in the Association—at least someone who could decide whether he was still on the job tomorrow.

"Very well, have a nice day then, Mr. Senders."

Louis said goodbye to him with a smile, and walked through two exhibition halls with Roland and Randolph to find the person in charge of the main exhibition.

tell him.

Get the Sendes out.

tomorrow.

"I'm afraid he'll immediately go looking for trouble with Mr. Victor Sala once he gets the news."

Lewis said this is indeed very likely to happen.

"Then you should have gone to his house at night and killed him first." He half instigated and half taught Roland: "The executor of the Tribunal has such power. Roland, for your friends, this is what you should do - kill all possible potential threats."

“And then he was reported for abuse of power?”

"Who would?"

"Maybe...Heyman?"

"I wouldn't treat a friend like that, Roland Collins."

"So we are friends now."

"Of course, otherwise Victor Sala's work will be here until the end of the world." Louis Hyman smiled, and there was a strange irony in his tone: "I can help you kill him. A mortal, it won't take half a second. These fragile flesh and blood should never look at us straight in the eye, right?"

Roland said you've already done me a favor.

"Then you do me one, too, Mr. Fair."

He asked Roland to wait there for a while.

By this time, many people had recognized Louis Heyman, and they clapped excitedly and quietly - it was indeed possible, and there was almost no difference between the sound of one person's drumming and that of a group of people.

Exquisite control.

"If they had treated this as carefully as they did the thing in their pants, they wouldn't be covered in red sores." Randolph walked forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Roland, looking at the red-haired man who bowed to the applause of the crowd and watched him take the six-string guitar handed to him by the waiter.

“Isn’t that the mark of charm?”

"It's the mark of ignorance." Randolph tilted his head towards Roland. "...Well, Mr. Snow told me that it's very difficult to cure. Roland, don't go find a woman of questionable character just to get something cheap."

"Don't worry, the woman he found is so clean that she needs to be bathed in flames."

"Also, you and he are friends?"

"Who?"

"Louis Hyman," Randolph said even more quietly.

Because someone has already started playing.

"Friend or foe, I have no right to be one, Randolph. That's Enid's business."

Enid…?
Not Jutia, and not Lady Enid.

Only Enid.

Mr. Merchant is different from Roland. He understands the subtlety of some things, and can distinguish between guns that have been fired and guns that have not been fired, and the attitudes of facing targets.

This name is wrong.

"Enid," he repeated, teasingly. "I thought you were going to call her 'Lady Judia'... or even, 'Lady Enid'?"

The sound of the piano flows slowly.

"Friend or foe, I have no right to be one, Randolph. That is Lady Judia's business."

Randolph: "…Is there any point in changing it now?"

"We're not very close. To be honest, because she saved my life, and I didn't receive a good education, so I'm always not very polite in private...Is it okay to say that?"

Randolph nodded slightly. "I believe it, Roland. Just like I believe my grandfather will rise from the Thames tomorrow and sell socks to every woman who passes by."

"I respect everyone's little hobbies, including your grandfather."

damn it.

Every time this happened, Randolph wanted to give Roland a good punch - but the Taylor family's ritualist had told him privately.

He probably couldn't beat Roland.

Can't beat this 'blind man'.

(Note: Mr. Ritualist did not say 'probably'.)
"I think the only person who can convince you is my Betty, isn't it?"

Roland could let Betty smear paint or cake cream on his face, clip his hair with jewel hairpins, and wrap him in many layers of scarves.

Theresa's attitude toward Roland now...ha, she's almost calling him Roland Taylor.

"I'm curious, if one day I kidnapped Beatrice and asked for a ransom of one million pounds, what would you do?" Roland asked.

"One million pounds? Kidnapping Betty? I'll find a ritualist to kill you."

"What if the Ritualist can't kill me?"

Randolph looked at Roland like he was a fool: "Then why don't you just rob him?"

"Maybe I'm just here to take Beatrice?"

"Come on your dragon, Roland. If you come on your dragon, I will give you the little princess of the Taylor family."

"…Then I will go back and ask Beatrice if she can buy me a dragon."

Randolph almost laughed out loud, with a deadpan look on his face, and the corners of his mouth pressed hard into his teeth.

Too difficult.

When chatting with him, don't talk in a serious way.

The piano music lasted for about seven or eight minutes. When it ended, the applause was not as loud as before.

They bumped into each other in celebration, it was so lively.

Louis returned the piano to the waiter, and after socializing with a smile amid the applause, he turned back to Roland and Randolph.

"How about it?"

Of course, he received the same affirmation from Randolph, and then he enthusiastically asked Roland for his evaluation.

He really wanted to know whether this young man with extraordinary perception was equally keen in music.

Roland...

Roland didn't really listen.

Just chatting.

"How is it?" Louis asked again.

"...Unbelievable?" Roland recalled what Randolph had told him before, and stuttered: "...You are definitely favored by the Benefactor. The lines of the music are...beautiful. All the colors in it become more...more vivid...In short, it is a wonderful piece of music, Mr. Heyman."

The more he spoke, the more complicated Randolph's expression became.

Louis Heyman even more.

He glanced at the embarrassed pointed-chinned businessman and smiled gently: "... How to Comment on a Work of Art, Mr. Collins, I didn't know you usually like to read this kind of book."

Roland was stunned for a moment, then he sighed, "A man is pursuing a lady who yearns for art. You see, love can actually make a blind person learn to read."

Louis was surprised: "A miracle happened?!"

Roland touched his chest and bowed: "There are always miracles in the world."

Randolph: ...

The eccentric Heyman and the crazy Collins.

The suffering self.

artwork.

(End of this chapter)