The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 345: Leadership Temperament
Bronte's words must have embarrassed many people, but no one would directly refute her -

It is not decent to quarrel with a lady in public.

Especially when Bronte ruthlessly revealed Evans's little thoughts in public, the hearty smile on the young man's face froze as if it had reached a critical moment.

in short.

Embarrassed.

Really rude, a servant of the Taylor family.

There are some things you are not allowed to say.

"Let's find a way to leave here first, Mr. Goldfinch." Roland knocked on the wooden box and smiled innocently: "We'll go at the end of the team and join you, okay?"

Roland's words eased the awkward atmosphere.

"...Of course." Evans trembled the corners of his mouth and forced them up. The laughter in his throat was thick and deep, and it bounced up and down several times like a carriage passing through a bumpy stone ground. "Of course I don't have to argue with a maid. That's not decent, sir."

"I have no selfish motives. I just hope that everyone can leave safely."

Everyone agreed.

In fact, Randolph and Roland both knew what he was going to do.

This person must not be from a big family, has few social contacts, has impure blood, and has no money in his pocket.

He longed for a great grace, with many people being baptized.

This is a life-saving grace.

There are not many opportunities like this.

Maybe one of these people can help and say a few words in the future.

He looks more like a peacock than a goldfinch.

"madness."

Randolph, who was at the end of the team, made this comment.

In Mr. Merchant's opinion, helping out a big favor and saving a life are two different things.

Because ever since human civilization began to shine, the shadow under the light has penetrated into every gap between the stones.

The black juice flowing in the heart follows you everywhere like a shadow. If it weren't for the vicious selfish desires to nourish it, this world would have become a paradise on earth as described in the Book of Eden.

Unreasonable help, life-saving grace, and such a huge crowd - Randolph could foresee what would happen next.

"He has an interesting cape."

Roland slowed down and fell to the end of the team with Randolph.

Now that he had some experience, he could see that the material of the cloak was not of good quality.

"The inferior stuff in the mezzanine."

Randolph felt in his pocket and found that he had forgotten his cigar bag in the carriage. He pursed his lips dryly and said, "I have never heard of the 'Evans' Goldfinch'."

The real title should be called out by others.

What's more, the clothes this man was wearing were terribly cheap. Except for his relatively decent face, everything on him looked like fake goods sold in special shops - fake goods specially sold to people who were not so poor, but not rich either.

It looks golden on the surface, but it is made with the cheapest materials and the most crude and simple methods.

Wearing it in winter is torture.

It looks nice, but it's definitely not warm.

Unlike the ones Randolph custom-made for Beatrice, all of them were handmade by the best tailors in London, and the materials used were all high-end goods. Except for those that were really rare or required a certain level of status to wear, it could be said that Beatrice's clothes were no worse than those of the royal family.

"If he really had a respectable family and was a valued talent, he wouldn't have learned such dirty tricks."

Randolph scoffed.

"He wouldn't really think that these people would remember his kindness."

Randolph knew exactly what kind of people were in front of him.

When someone’s life is saved by a dog, he or she will thank the dog.

Someone will kill the dog.

Because that's an insult.

What the two mentioned above have in common is that they seldom regard those who are inferior to themselves as human beings - Randolph can see the "cheapness" in him, and these people are not blind.

"This gentleman must be lamenting the terrible living environment."

"In London, most people live in terrible conditions. Except for that small group of people - I think being an apprentice is a natural advantage." Randolph sighed: "If I were given such an opportunity, I would be willing to pay 500,000 pounds." "It doesn't take that much. Randolph, 50,000 pounds will allow you to gain a lot of invisible skills."

Randolph glanced at him: "And then he was arrested by you?"

"Leave me the remaining four hundred and fifty thousand pounds, and I will pretend not to see it."

Randolph ignored him and looked to the other side: "Miss Bronte."

"Sorry..." The woman had been a little worried since just now.

She thought that she had spoken without the knowledge of her "master", which would not only bring shame to "Taylor", but would also create many enemies for the Taylor family because of her words.

This caused her to wonder whether she would be fired or even punished...

This situation is not uncommon.

But she was still angry and thought that the man was really insidious.

"No, you're right, Miss Bronte. As for... enemies? No, no one has a grudge against the pound."

Randolph finally discovered the young lady's 'innocence' and smiled on his pale face: "If I insult their parents in public, I will gain an enemy. But if I insult them in private and give them five thousand pounds, guess what?"

"They would say: You know my parents so well!"

What kind of grudge is this?
If there is enough benefit, the death of one or two children is nothing.

Randolph was delighted and teasing Bronte and Beatrice.

The girl skipped around, not feeling sad at all about the insult she had just received. She looked around at the shadows who were traveling with her, those silent, ragged ghosts, and even tried to talk to them.

"Beatrice, I told you to listen to me and Roland after we go out, right? You promised me."

"Oh."

Beatrice puffed up her cheeks and tried to stretch out her legs to trip the ghost while no one was paying attention, but Roland found her and pulled her to the other side - sandwiched between them, and she was not allowed to move again.

But Bronte was terrified.

"My lady! This is a fatal place!"

Randolph still maintained a smile, but he felt sad in his heart.

To be honest, the word "fool" just now still made him sad.

He was even more sad when he found out that his sister was still smiling as if nothing had happened.

When will she get better?

"gentlemen."

Someone was whispering beside me.

Unconsciously, the three ritualists fell behind and came to Randolph's side.

"Is there anything you can do?"

Randolph looked straight ahead.

"Sorry. This is a 'field'. A 'field' formed by a large number of ghosts. Unless more than half of them are killed, it will probably last for a long time."

Randolph shook his head slightly. "I don't understand your terminology. Just tell me, you can't do anything about it, right?"

The leading ritualist nodded: "We can only try our best to ensure the safety of you and the young lady... until... we can no longer do so."

Randolph said nothing.

After a while.

"Follow Roland's instructions. I don't need to explain the rest."

The ritualist glanced at Roland, bowed, and stepped back.

Of course, they knew Roland Collins's identity - compared to them who were not much better than wanderers, the executors of the Inquisition were much stronger.

"Protect your gentlemen and ladies."

Roland didn't need them to do anything.

If their guess was correct, they would be able to walk out of this "field" unscathed.

In fact, knowing the rules and the answer to the puzzle makes it so easy to open an almost unsolvable lock.

Of course, this is mainly thanks to Randolph and Beatrice.

Otherwise he would be in trouble too.

(End of this chapter)