The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 344: Goldfinch
Roland brought the box over.

The two were confused, but Beatrice was very happy.

She loves coins, second only to Loran.

Then, by the way, there's Theresa.

Then comes the brother.

"You want to hold me forever?"

"Maybe not all the time." Roland pulled aside the curtains and paid attention to the progress of the team's assembly. The golden gentleman was obviously very capable of leadership. He gathered the men and women together in just a few minutes and took command of this noble team.

His smile was filled with enthusiasm and endless energy, his teeth were white, and his nose was straight. He stood straight like a gun, waving his arms vigorously in the air, commanding everyone.

——If there is something missing, it is the armor and sword shining in the sun, the entourage and the white horse.

"He must have sworn to be kind to the weak and not to harm women."

Randolph said humorously.

It wasn't that he had any opinion about the handsome Sun, but compared to him, Randolph trusted Roland Collins more.

A professional.

"Apparently, so did he."

Roland narrowed his eyes: "Our knight has obviously seen ghosts before, and knows how to find the rules and how to break the difficulties..."

But just as incomplete truth.

Incomplete knowledge can lead to unforeseen disasters.

knock knock.

The knight arrived in his carriage.

"gentlemen!"

He shouted outside.

"Please come out!"

"I have solved the puzzle! The monsters in the nightmare can't stop us - please come out! Bring your family with you, we are leaving this terrible place!"

Roland made a 'please' gesture to Randolph.

Randolph: ...

Unscrew the lock.

"Good day." The young man with a bright smile greeted Randolph first, then glanced around the carriage and bowed slightly to Beatrice and Bronte: "I have found the way out of this nightmare - if you have other questions, I'm sorry I can't answer them - that's something that only people who are different can understand."

He was full of confidence, as if he was even superior among this group of people who were already superior.

He is an apprentice.

Come into contact with the "mysterious" apprentice.

Roland silently held the box and got out of the car with Beatrice. His eyes swept over the two taller men beside him: These two were the same - their messy "secrets" fluttered in the wind, like the handkerchiefs in the hands of ladies on the streets of the East District at night.

'Come, look at me.'

Roland turned sideways and found three men hiding in the crowd staring at Randolph quietly.

That is the protector of the Taylor family.

The three ritualists silently cast their gazes at Roland and nodded imperceptibly.

Before everyone could communicate more, the flurry of chatter was interrupted by loud applause. The young gentleman who led the group clapped his hands and walked to the center of the crowd.
"Gentlemen! Ladies!"

he shouted.

Because there was only one carriage left in front - and no one survived in that carriage, so all the living people at the scene were here.

"Listen to me, everyone!"

"I am Evans, Derek Evans! A devout believer, the goldfinch of the Evans family, a man of knowledge, a blessed keyholder! You and your family can trust me, a person who often deals with extraordinary events and is truly familiar with them!"

"He has so many names." Beatrice tugged at Roland's sleeve and whispered, "Like the guy in the circus."

Of course, what Beatrice considered a whisper was different from what everyone present considered a whisper: her words were heard clearly by almost everyone.

——Don't forget, these people have just finished watching the circus.

Who still doesn't know who she is referring to?

Mason Lyle.

A circus owner who talks a lot of nonsense.

"Oh? It seems that this lady has other opinions?" Evans smiled and caught Beatrice, who was hiding half of her face behind Roland after the crowd moved away. "You don't have to doubt me. I have dealt with weird people many times, and I am not a deceitful witch or sorcerer." "Please trust me completely, and I will not let you down."

He smiled brightly and chose his words carefully. While being considerate of the lady's timidity, he also emphasized that he was experienced and courageous, and that he could definitely lead everyone out of this predicament safely.

Until someone murmured.

'The Taylor fool.'

This caused some commotion among the crowd.

Some people were talking about Taylor in low voices, and the invisible words seemed to be visible to the naked eye at this time, turning into fingers, fingers looking down from her head, pressing down on her pure blonde hair and ignorant and curious eyes again and again.

"You should stay away from her. Haven't you heard what she did?"

'The smell... No, I'm afraid I can't say such unseemly things in public and insult a lady. I can't satisfy your curiosity.'

They are so sensitive that they can use their nostrils to smell the cues from each other's mouths.

Randolph's face grew darker.

Even if these people don't have a penny in their pockets.

Even if these people searched through their socks and toes, and counted the insoles of their parents and grandparents, tore off the skin, split the meat, and scraped the dirty bones with their sharp fingernails, and added the leftover beef from last night's dinner...

Even if all these were added together, it was not as much as Beatrice's daily pocket money.

despite this.

They could still talk about this well-known 'fool' in London and his brother who loved his family in a moral and polite manner, covering their mouths and tilting their useless heads.

It's as if the breath of businessmen is corrosive, and their morals are inevitably damaged after being around them for a long time - plus there's a fool who "might be contagious".

Could this be passed down in the Taylor family bloodline?

Hard to say.

"I see." Evans obviously heard the whispers, but he didn't show it on his face. He just walked a few more steps towards Randolph, his eyes lingering on Bronte and Randolph for a moment, and then to Roland.

"You are blind!"

He found out.

exclaimed.

"Everyone! There is a gentleman among us who has difficulty seeing! Please let him come to the middle, where we can help him!"

He pressed down the boiling sewage around him with both hands: "I will never discriminate against a lady who is not smart enough! I don't believe in the curse either - if this gentleman is cursed, should we blame him for the current predicament?"

"Do we have to say that he brought disaster upon us?"

Everyone expressed their support, even though they might not be familiar with 'Evans', or even had never heard of anyone with this name who was more famous. But for now, they all agreed with what the young man said.

They clapped their hands, clapping absurdly in this "field" filled with ghosts.

Someone was the first to reach the high ground and waved the flag.

At the same time, they found a target that could unite the soldiers against a common enemy.

He totally led them.

This silly and boring technique is not uncommon.

Lack of wisdom.

Blame it on him.

Randolph smacked his lips, his lowered hand holding the gun, tapping his trouser leg again and again.

He was about to speak, but Bronte beside him could no longer tolerate the fool's conspiratorial words.

The teacher raised her head and spoke in a clear and firm voice, so cold that it chilled my ears:

"I'm afraid you're not as noble and selfless as you appear, Mr. Derek Evans! Please, we are surrounded by monsters. Why don't you save your cunning and use your ability for sarcasm to put it into what you call 'leading' and really get us out of this mess?"

"This is not the House of Lords, and I'm afraid you have no blood to be proud of! The goldfinch of the Evans family, your bow tie is only three shillings, which may just be the right name for your noble title, right?"

Randolph didn't seem surprised at all.

He even nudged Roland with his elbow.

"How about it."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "A little worse than me."

Randolph: ...

Who asked you?

(End of this chapter)