The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 45 Cocktail Party
"I apologize first, but I didn't mean to bring up your sad story."

Fernandez raised his hands. "How much do you think it would cost to make Lady Enid let Seth Will and Tyreese Collins go?"

How much…

Roland felt that no matter how much money they were paid, the two would end up the same in Enid's hands.

Crushed into powder.

"Yes."

"But the people in the Supervisory Bureau are different." Fernandez smiled coldly: "I bet if this happened to them, Roland, you would definitely end up badly."

The Supervisory Bureau…

Actually, apart from the two detectives, Roland had never dealt with anyone from the Supervisory Bureau.

Fernandez said vaguely: "You will always meet people who take other paths... I hope you will like them when the time comes."

Hope so.

Ms. Cherry Chloe's salon was held at home. In order to be "decent", Roland wore the outfit that Enid bought for him.

It was a standard outfit, except that the coat was changed to black. Roland spent several weeks' wages on it.

The dark red one is a bit too eye-catching.

In the words of Wrench, it's too 'flashy'.

He arrived by carriage in the late afternoon.

At this time, there were already many open carriages lined up at the door waiting to enter.

The gas lamps were lit before the sunset, and the ladies and gentlemen were dressed gorgeously and nodded to each other in a restrained manner: occasionally they chatted for a few words, but they only talked about polite things about the weather, health or national prosperity.

Black-painted gentlemen's canes stopped and shuttled among the ladies' swaying skirts. The dance began the moment they got off the carriage.

Cherry-Chloe wore a crimson long dress with bare shoulders today.

Mingsi Chloe was by her side, accompanied by two footmen, a butler, and a maid to serve the female guests.

Most of the people here come in pairs, or bring along teenage boys or girls.

Roland was alone.

"Hello!"

The pale-faced gentleman at the side greeted him warmly, and the person next to him, who was probably his wife, also nodded slightly at Roland.

"Hello, sir."

"You are so handsome. I haven't asked for your last name yet—"

"Collins. Roland Collins."

"I'm James, James Pan." He thought for a moment after hearing Roland's last name, then turned his head and glanced at the woman with his narrow eyes, "Really? The weather these days is really good, the sun is shining, and the air is much better."

Roland nodded and responded: "Yes, yes."

"Excuse me, I seem to have heard of your name in the financial industry-"

His original intention was: if what he said was right, he could just continue the topic; if Roland was not in the financial industry, he could also laugh and say, "Your name is the same as a banker I have heard of. Maybe I remembered it wrong, but I think you must be extraordinary."

There was no problem with the words, but Roland's waist was a little sore from sitting there, and he really didn't want to waste any more time.

"I'm a detective from the Inspectorate."

He saw that Mr. Pan's face seemed to be distorted for a moment, and the lady next to him was also frightened, shaking her skirt and taking a half step back, as if he was a barrel of explosives about to explode.

"Feel sorry?"

Mr. Pan's smile was stiff, as if he didn't hear clearly.

But he was already preparing to retreat with his female companion, and to take out his handkerchief from his coat pocket.

Roland tapped his cane and said, "I'm a little hungry, Mr. Pan."

Roland looked toward the garden in the distance.

The man in front of her talked about the weather for a few more words, found a decent excuse, and fled with his female companion.

"You scared him."
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My back hurts.

"You were told not to ride in the Inquisition's carriage. They added two extra layers of cushions."
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It's not good to occupy a special carriage for such a thing.

"You are such a bother, Roland."
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I'm hungry.

"Fernandez told you to have a meal before coming!" The pale flame jumped excitedly.
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That's such a waste of money, the salon is not for casual eating and drinking.

"You really came here to eat and drink."
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No, I was invited by Lady Cherry Croy.

By the way…

Eat and drink.

"You haven't eaten all day."
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I'm not hungry today. "Nonsense, you're just waiting for this meal tonight."
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Haha.

"I noticed that whenever you encounter a question you don't want to answer, you use laughter to cover it up."
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I do not have.

Bai Zi was silent for a while.

Suddenly asked:
"What do you think of Enid?"

Before Roland could reply, the font changed again.

"Ha ha."
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You are so annoying.

"At least it's better than the dishonorable Roland who went hungry all day just to eat and drink for free."

Chatting with Wrench, I followed the crowd and soon it was Roland's turn.

Mr. Mince-Chloe looked a little surprised and glanced at his wife beside him.

Roland saw Mrs. Cherry whisper a reminder in her husband's ear.

"…Oh, welcome! Mr. Roland Collins, if I had known you were coming today, I would have dressed more formally—" He said while teasing the guests around him: "Compared with this gentleman, I am nothing."

There were chuckles all around.

"Come in, Pink--Pink! This is a distinguished guest. Come on, come in!"

Chloe's house was decorated with lights and it was the first time in Roland's life that he saw so many shiny and expensive things: oil lamps, beautiful glass lamps, jewel-encrusted candlesticks - even the clock was hung with them.

The dining table was covered with a white tablecloth, and the servants were holding small trays, neatly arranging the cakes and drinks.

In addition, all the utensils here are wiped clean and laid out neatly as if they were new.

The air was filled with an extremely fragrant and pungent smell...

To be honest, it smells terrible.

Follow the main hall inwards, pass the patio, and you can see the garden in the back house.

Men in neat suits formed a circle with a drum in the middle and someone holding a violin.

Roland guessed that all the maids in Chloe's family should be mobilized for the salon this time.

Maybe there are a lot of temporary employees, and you can see one almost every two or three steps.

He found a place with few people and reached out to pinch a piece of almond cake.

Took a small bite.

"Is it tasty?"
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How can I describe it to you? A wrench.
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This is not just delicious.
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You can't taste it, can you?

"But I can tell from your disgusted expression that this pastry is really good... Can you have a steak?"

Roland searched for a while, and after a few seconds, he put the remaining almond cake into his mouth and ate it with his eyes curved.

Meat steak...

Where is the steak?

His search undoubtedly attracted the attention of the young ladies around him.

There are also men's ones.

"I see you are here alone, are you not?"

Soon, someone nearby started talking.

It's a male.

Roland turned around quickly.

"This is my sister, Beatrice Taylor, and I'm Randolph Taylor."

For respectable people, it is difficult for an unmarried lady to take the initiative to talk to a man. This is where her male companion comes in.

The girl was staring at Roland intently.

"Hello, my name is Roland. Roland Collins."

He bowed and smiled at the man and the girl behind him.

Both the brother and sister have blonde hair.

Both of them are not tall, especially the elder brother who looks thinner.

The girl's eyes were very special, dark blue with a hint of iris purple.

As for the rest…

"Why is her butt in the front?"

Roland: ...
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I knew you couldn't say anything nice.

(End of this chapter)