The Secret Code of Monsters

#756 - Ch755 Danbach's Thoughts

Chapter 756: Dan Budge's Thoughts

Just like Enid said.

When Roland approached Julie, the consultant of the Inspectorate, known as the "Church Hound," agreed immediately and said that he would bring ten detectives who could be of use to arrive on time that day.

Dan Budge was no different from what Roland expected.

He refused.

In that somewhat damp two-story house, he had a big quarrel with his nephew in front of Roland.

Old Shuba hummed and moaned, saying things like "you don't understand", "you are still young", "this is not our responsibility", "are you tired of living" - and all kinds of swear words.

The young policeman was not to be outdone, and fought back, asking if he was worried that he was too old to handle such a complicated case, and was afraid of provoking the wrong people.

Dan Budge nodded sincerely.

"Yeah. You're right, kid."

Then, a second round of quarrel began.

The nephew said you are not as good as my father, the sheriff said aha but I am not lame, the nephew said you don’t deserve this police uniform, the sheriff said that’s a pity you still have to bow to me.

Roland and Shandel drank cup after cup of tea. She wanted to leave, but Roland found it interesting.

Because he had a feeling.

It's not that Dan Budge was unwilling.

Although this actor is a little better than Fernandez...

Just a little bit.

"You want a condition?"

Only after his nephew slammed the door and left in anger did Roland speak slowly.

"…He's like a incompetent mayor who sleeps with newspapers as his pillow every day, as if he would be unreasonable if he didn't keep abreast of the world's situation at all times." Dan Budge grinned and found a stool without a backrest. "Yes, sir, I want to discuss terms with you."

"The Inquisition is not short of people."

"Really?" He narrowed his cloudy old eyes. "If you could get away with it, you wouldn't come to me. I know the reputation of Scotland Yard."

Roland tilted his head and said, "You know what, Mr. Budge. Even if you lead people there, they will mostly be used to maintain order and seal off the area... Your men won't have a chance to bleed."

"I wish they would bleed a little."

Dan Budge shook his head.

"Believe me, Mr. Collins, if you venture into the company of those vile creatures, there are only two possible outcomes."

Either you agree to meet at eight o'clock, but they rush over with people at eight o'clock in the evening - the reason is that you did not make the time clear.

Either.

They are on time.

But there is absolutely nothing 'illegal' in it.

Dan Budge had worked in Scotland Yard for so many years and even reached the position of Chief Inspector - he knew this place better than his lover did (of course this did not prove that his lover did not...).

Let me put it this way.

They are not needed for small cases.

They can't solve big cases.

Some of the cases in between...

Can you find any other age between forty-five and forty-six?

"…some thugs were walking on the road, and suddenly gold pounds fell from the sky, accompanied by a sound."

Dan Budge is sarcastic.

"She said: Come and be my soldier, you just need to eat, drink and have fun, don't worry about anything else, I will pay you -

Of course, if you can continue to bully the poor, collect taxes and cleaning fees from prostitutes, turn a blind eye to the selling of children, maintain your pious beliefs, and don't mention the benefactor when talking to the prostitutes, oh my baby -

That is the perfect soldier."

Roland was amused by him.

"I thought it was funny at first, too, Mr. Collins. But guess what? No one wants to be the subject of a joke."

Dan Budge rubbed his bark-like face.

"The police department is a place that pursues justice and praises conscience, but it is never allowed to put it into action."

Roland nodded: "I think I understand what you mean."

"No, sir, you don't understand," Dan Budge ignored Shandel's unfriendly look, and his voice became very light: "I... I want to ask you, but not in exchange for conditions - I'm just a sheriff, an unpopular old man who might die from sputum, fish bones or someone's dagger..."

"I don't need the money, and neither does my stupid nephew."

Dan Budge is an old sheriff.

He should use the most sincere tone, and collect all the good words he has memorized over the years to flatter -

If you've ever seen the cultists tied to chairs with iron thorns, their bodies smoking like blood sausage, you should know that the gods may punish a person with death, but when it comes to torture, it's the same kind that rules this land.

Even women.

They kicked their legs and blushed, but it was not because of the men's hot and greedy gazes and their reckless muscles.

Fortunately.

Dan Budge had worked with Roland Collins and knew that he was not a fanatical incendiary.

At least…

He is not like what the rumors say.

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"This line of work is a bit more dangerous, and I only have this one nephew."

After questioning Shandel and Roland, the old sheriff lit a cigarette for himself, put two fingers to his lips, and sucked slowly.

"I hope to have your friendship, Mr. Collins, if I may--though I know very well that we are of such low status that we are not worthy of your friendship. My nephew and I are always at your service if you occasionally remember to call us."

Dogs don't smoke.

Dan Budge obviously isn't doing this for himself either.

Roland: "If you're worried about him, you should ask him to find another job."

The old sheriff looked at the police uniforms on the hanger with a sneer in his eyes: "It's better to have this uniform than to work in a factory. Those 'masters' are not very friendly."

His words should have been full of vigor, but now they were like the sun breaking on the murky water of the Thames.

"My brother is a nobody, so it would be a good idea for my son to be a policeman," he said. "I can command twenty or thirty of them, Mr. Collins—but my nephew will not be there."

Dan Budge rarely uses fishing nets to catch elephants and scoffs at the thoughtless practice.

But what if it was an elephant made of gold?

"Well, that's it."

Roland nodded.

"I have a detective friend, and now, a policeman friend. I think we will deal with each other often in the future. Mr. Budge, for this operation, I hope you can manage your men well."

“Once he gets into trouble, I’m afraid no one will care whose father, son or husband he is.”

Dan Budge grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

A fist can teach people awe better than sound.

Twenty or thirty policemen.

A dozen detectives and a consultant (Julie).

Then there are the executive officers.

Unless there was an Eight Rings swimming in the Noti Golden Lamp that day.

"I don't like him."

After leaving the residence, Shandel spoke.

"You don't have to like him."

Roland stretched and groaned. After a busy day, he wanted to rest.

"…The stone house in the Inquisition is too cold, Roland."