The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 41 Ch.41 Cherry Chloe

"I would like to introduce you to my new clock, it is so exquisite..."

"Yes, yes. I guess you found the little 'mechanism' on the dial?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Devinson, I can't hide it from you! Yes, that's the purple gem - what? The whole clock? No, no, no, it's at most a few dozen pounds, cheap and affordable, just a small amount of money."

"Some people with less discerning eyes can't see it, just like this brooch: custom-made three-color gold wild pearls, gilded shells, do you see this flower?"

"I don't know how long it takes to make it by hand... Yes, you also know Rococo - ah! What I mean is, you are really knowledgeable. You even know about our trivial matters of spending money... Hahaha..."

"I see you don't have any accessories on your hands, is it necessary for work?"

"...I ordered a ring with a turquoise pavé setting and a pure blue ring face. It's made from a whole piece of material and only a few are made. I'm thinking...when I have some free time, I'll invite you to come and appreciate it. Haha, yes, you're the only one I've seen who understands..."

Since he entered the house and asked the servant to put away his hat and coat, Mr. Mince Croy, who looked like a cone, kept talking to Fernandez:

There were dozens or even hundreds of pounds of saliva coming out of his mouth. Roland sat at the edge and listened to the priest's awkward response.

He really knows his stuff.

The two people were chatting enthusiastically.

As for Mrs. Cherry Chloe, she didn't say much. She just stood there obediently and didn't sit down.

"…My wife, yes, that's how women are. They always want to come up with some problems for men. In fact, I think she should take a break and go to those shady places in the East District less often."

Mings Chloe introduced his wife to Fernandez with a smile.

Roland quietly lowered his head.

"It's all your fault, Roland."
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Which side are you from?

"I did hear some strange noises, dear." Cherry said lightly, looking at Fernandez and Roland, her eyes narrowed like her husband's, and she smiled politely:
"It is not my place to interrupt a conversation between gentlemen, but this time, gentlemen, I did hear something different in the night, in the house."

Fernandez tapped the reflective surface of the table and asked a few questions.

After that, I prepared to take a look around the house.

"Of course, Pink, show the two gentlemen around!"

He took a cigar from the pine box on the table, cut off the head with a small machete, pinched it between his fingers, leaned sideways, and took out a small square box from his pocket.

"I don't mean to be bad, but women always like to dream - whether it's daydreaming or night dreaming. Such a small matter, you have to trouble these two gentlemen to come here - oh, it's a young gentleman."

He seemed to have just seen Roland. He leaned forward to bring the cigar close to the flame coming out of the box, closed his eyes, and took a puff.

Milky white smoke flowed out from between fingers.

"Taylor's stuff is just different..."

"Just take a look, Pink, where's my gold-plated cane..."

Fernandez grinned, strode up to the servant named Pink, and patted him on the shoulder so hard that he staggered.

Cherry-Chloe played with her skirt and swayed to keep up.

Mr. Chloe - No, to be exact, it should be your Lordship.

If it weren't for the title, it would have been difficult for Chloe II to marry Cherry, a pretty and wealthy lady - her father was a well-known banker and she received a lot of dowry when she got married.

But if Sir Mingsi Croy was really like other adults, and he still had land or other profitable properties in his hands, he would definitely not marry a "low-class" woman who was full of the smell of money.

No matter how beautiful she is.

You have status but no gold beans in your hand; you have gold beans in your hand but no status to match.

The two savvy families appreciated each other's "advantages" and hit it off immediately.

"I'll go to the second floor and take a look." Fernandez said to the servant, then turned to look at Roland: "What did you prepare——"

Roland patted his coat.

There were a few holy waters in it.

There were daggers and guns on his waist and in his boots. Fernandez nodded, bowed to Cherry-Chloe, and followed him upstairs.

On the first floor patio, only Mrs. Cherry and Roland were left.

"…You are actually an executive, Mr. Roland." Mrs. Cherry turned her head slightly to look at Roland, and the veil on her head trembled slightly with the woman's movements.

"I thought she was going to call you 'little angel'."
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I thought you could keep quiet a little longer.

"You know I'm an executive officer?"

What Roland meant was that, for now, he and Fernandez should be considered detectives of the Supervisory Bureau.

"I know a lot." Cherry rolled her eyes at Roland teasingly, her words sounding like she was teasing a child: "I know that all of you can do magic tricks - I mean, the kind that makes flames appear from your hands all of a sudden?"

Roland didn't rush to answer. He tapped his cane and turned his ear to the other side.

He 'saw' the sound of footsteps.

This gesture made Cherry look back as well: "…Oh, I don't think this will be over in a short while. Come with me, little angel, I just made a pot of good tea."

"Look, she screamed!"

There was a huge mirror in Mrs. Cherry Crowe's reception room - almost as tall as Fernandez, with a frame carved with roses and painted with gold.

In Roland's opinion, every decoration in the room was in the style of "redundant":

It was extremely intricate, with beautiful patterns painted on the shade of an oil lamp that was probably never used.

On the light green table were a few pens, a bracelet inlaid with rubies, and two boxes of round powder with brand names written on them.

A large vase.

There is also tea and cakes.

The room was filled with incense, faint but not overwhelming.

"You really surprised me, Roland." Cherry-Chloe poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Roland, and moved the cake stand towards him: "Have some, they are all freshly made."

Roland thanked him, sipped his tea, and looked around.

Even though he had "spiritual vision", he still used "secret" to check it again.

The result is the same.

He didn't notice anything 'unusual' in this room.

From the moment I walked in till now.

It would be strange if the second floor was also like this.

"Madam, you heard the noise at night, but what about during the day?"

"Never during the day." Cherry-Chloe shook her head: "Just recently, at night in the past two weeks. At first I thought it was a mouse, so I sent someone to check. Then I thought it was a crow, so I sent someone to check..."

This is similar to what she just said to Fernandez.

Noise for no reason.

“Sometimes, it sounds like fingernails scraping glass.”

Mrs. Cherry added. She still felt uncomfortable when she recalled the sound: "It was very harsh, one after another, and it made it impossible for me to rest well..."

"Where are the servants?" Roland asked.

"They are all on the first floor," she pointed upwards, "I live on the second floor. There is no one else there except my husband."

She looked at the young man who was lost in thought, and somehow, she burst out laughing.

“It’s really like that.”

she says.

(End of this chapter)