The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 67 Ch.67 Brother?

"Does an irregular supply of cigars count?"

Roland made a joke.

Randolph did negotiate with him a 'sponsorship' - that is, paying Roland a few pounds every week.

There was not much he had to do: visit her often, under the guise of visiting Randolph to expand his influence, but in fact he was just visiting Beatrice.

In addition, Beatrice also needs to be taken care of in other social situations.

Roland agreed, but refused the 'sponsorship'.

Some actions can be done out of friendship, but if you take money they become a bondage.

"When I was sewing gloves for people, I only made five or six pence a week." Roland told Cherry about his past without hiding anything. "Apparently the one pound a week from the Court of Inquisition is enough for me."

“Even beyond that.”

Cherry-Chloe gave a very graphic eye roll.

Avoid other people.

"There's never enough money, honey."

“There’s never enough.”

She shook the fan and pushed it diagonally upward.

Some men who were observing this side and were about to come over stopped, changed their target, and started chatting with other people.

"But you were smart not to take the money."

She seemed very happy with Roland's actions.

In her opinion, of course, the farther away from Taylor's house, the better.

"I have some connections at the Art Association."

Cherry lowered her chin and whispered, "You may not have heard of the Elite Art Association. Roland, you need to save some money. When the time comes, I will help you 'operate' a novel or poem, and then find a way to get it to the theater."

"With money and honor, you can 'operate' more novels and poems yourself. Of course, I think you have the ability to do so. If you are lucky enough and everything goes smoothly, maybe you can even get a medal of honor..."

"Want a private carriage with gilded emblems and silent axles?"

"Want to live here?"

Cherrie-Chloe seemed to have considered this countless times in private, and she spoke of it very fluently.

"...When you have status," she hinted at the elegant and beautiful women Roland had just greeted, "they will really greet you instead of just glancing at you when they greet me."

She turned her hands over and admired her painted nails. "It doesn't matter if you have a lover. But Roland, do you want to marry the daughter of an egg seller? The future of an executive officer... Do you firmly believe that you can become the chief judge?"

Of course, Enid was also a link in Cherry-Chloe's chain of contempt.

"…Even if you become the presiding judge, at best you will have more people bowing to you." She said, "When have you ever seen her invited to a cocktail party? What status does she have? Who will really respect her?"

It seems that Cherry-Chloe has not given up the idea of ​​getting Roland out of the Inquisition.

"Of course, it's not glamorous enough, it's dangerous and miserable. Apart from the little tricks, what else is there to like?" She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward slightly. The smell that entered Roland's nose was a metaphor for a certain temptation:

"Some women also know 'little tricks'. And they are definitely more interesting and more comfortable than anything you have ever seen."

"I felt that she was saying obscene things that were not appropriate for her status and the occasion."

Roland held back his laughter, as if he didn't understand.

Cherry glanced at him and snorted, "Stop pretending, Mr. Collins. Men are like this. When they reach a certain age, they are naturally good at dealing with women. Even a boy who has been locked up in a cell and has never seen the world, when he is fourteen years old, his first thought when he sees a woman is... Oh, you have never ridden a horse, have you?"

"You're too old."
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Come on you.

Perhaps she felt that what she said was too explicit, so she coughed and her tone suddenly became very serious: "Roland Collins, do you believe me?"

"I won't hurt you."

The cheerful atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

Roland paused for a moment, stroking his cane, and murmured: "Mrs. Cherry Chloe..."

The woman corrected: "Cherry."

"All right, Ms. Cherry." "Cherry."

"Cherry, Cherry, all right,"

Her persistence seemed to make her look a few years younger.

Roland didn't let her wait any longer and responded sincerely: "Of course I trust you. To be honest, isn't it all because of you that I'm here?"

"I know nothing about how the world works, and I'm not smart enough. You gave me not only a chance to get in, but also a kind of knowledge that I have never had before and can't get without crossing that door."

Roland stood there with a smile on his face, his lingering gaze piercing through Cherry-Chloe's eyes in the light, as if he could really see the world at this moment.

"What reason would make you give 'higher knowledge' to an inferior? I think if you are willing to get the benefit, you don't have to lift up your skirt and walk into the mud barefoot in the sun in front of so many people."

Roland's words were not quite suitable for this occasion.

What he meant was that if you were as greedy for those unspeakable romantic affairs as others, you could rent a house for a long time and invite me to a private meeting -

Instead of forcing a fool, blind, poor, and perhaps sick person who lives in the East District and is fostered in his uncle's home to a high-end occasion that is not suitable for his status.

Not only would this not make him grateful, but on the contrary, he would also be implicated and would tear off Cherry-Chloe's precious clothes that she had carefully maintained for many years.

no doubt.

For those who know the rules of the game, for a woman whose husband is a noble and also knows the rules of the game...

This is the stupidest and most wrong thing to do.

Roland also expressed doubts about this.

What to pay, how to pay, and in what way.

Even a truly innocent person wouldn't be able to survive well in a workhouse.

Obviously, what Cherrie Chloe has paid and what she can gain are absolutely not matched.

She had tarnished her own reputation, so what could she get in return for helping Roland?
"I shouldn't talk like that, should I?"

Roland added.

Cherry looked at the handsome and confident boy in front of her, turned around unhappily and led him to a place with fewer people.

When they reached a corner, he closed his folding fan and tapped Roland's shoulder gently.

"Too straightforward! Roland! Except in a woman's bed, you must never be so straightforward anywhere else!"

She rolled her eyes, thinking of how serious and imposing he was just now, and she wanted to laugh again, "…If my brother were still alive, he would be as old as you."

She suddenly lowered her eyes, sad and calm.

“When I was little.”

"My brother often steals my jewelry and sells it for money, did you know that? Roland, you did the same thing as my brother last time..."

Hide your sister's jewelry box.

true…

Familiar with.

Why can't the only person who has been good to me continue to live?
"Brother..." Roland chewed on the word, not knowing whether to ask or not.

While he was still hesitating, Cherry told him as if talking to herself.

"He fell down the stairs and was in a coma for three days and never woke up."

Cherry sighed and wanted to reach out and touch Roland's head, but she looked around, thought for a moment, and finally pushed his shoulder with the end of the fan.

"Don't say those things to ladies anymore, got it?"

Roland smiled and said yes, then asked, "So, you treat me like this only because of your brother..."

"Yes, yes, because you are like a brother to me, Roland Collins. That is why I treat you with such kindness. Why do you always act like a fearful animal hiding in the bushes?"

Cherry blinked, as if she saw through what Roland was thinking at the moment: "Women's love and hate usually happen in an instant. You still have a lot to learn, little boy."

(End of this chapter)