The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 777 Ch.776 Burns' Purpose

In fact, whether or not she gets a raise is no longer important to Miss Bronte.

The proceeds from the novel were enough to provide her and her family with a comfortable life - a generous gentleman helped her promote it without asking for anything in return, and offered her a price that no other publisher would have offered.

Roland didn't know how Miss Bronte was grateful to Randolph.

In short, she still worked as a personal maid in the Taylor residence, and except for her rest time, she stayed with Beatrice Taylor all day long.

I read materials in my spare time and prepare for my next new book.

Occasionally, on a quiet night, I would take a cup of coffee and spend a few hours in Randolph's study.

The frequency of changing skirts and adding jewelry has increased.

So did Teresa's eye roll.

Wrench is right.

They seem to be playing a new game...

"The Blue Stockings."

The lady changed back into the maid outfit and led Beatrice, telling her what she had seen and heard today, with a beaming smile on her face.

Beatrice was not interested and kept pestering Roland to play with his fingers and hair.

"...Ms. Montagu, Ms. Lovelace, and Ms. Burns... Did you know that before I joined, they played a little 'game' - guessing the identity of Len Bronte... I mean, the gender."

Randolph raised an eyebrow: "I guess you've disappointed a lot of people?"

"Half and half, someone guessed it right!"

Bronte was smiling, while Theresa was frowning on the other side.

She even dared to sit down.

She also put her whole ass on the couch.

Look at her hands.

Almost in Randolph's eyes.

For some reason, the old maid just disliked Bronte - this feeling became even more unconcealed after she learned that Randolph "paid for love".

The Taylors didn't need a newspaper or a bookstore.

“…not only about literature and music, but also about those more mysterious pioneers in the tide of the times—they know so much!”

Bronte turned her head and blinked: "Mr. Collins?"

"Oh, I'm going to join in the fun."

"…assuming my ears don't develop symptoms from a day of laughter—you mean, writing a novel?"

Roland didn't rush to answer. He sighed to Randolph, "Writers always have high standards, don't they?"

Randolph nodded honestly: "They do."

Bronte was a little embarrassed.

"…No, no, sir. I mean, aren't you…aren't you a little inconvenienced?"

She was afraid that Roland (or Randolph) would think that she was vain and greedy, and that after gaining fame and fortune, she would become as crazy, mean, and insane as the man in the attic.

She now values ​​Randolph's opinion of her more than the novel.

"These are all my sister's stories," Roland smiled and tapped Beatrice's restless little head, "I'll tell more people what she told me."

He spoke gently to Bronte, then turned serious when he turned to Randolph.

"You've got to do me a favor, Randolph."

"It's probably banned. You have to find a way to get it read by as many people as possible - I'm not looking for fame or money, just for it to spread."

Randolph knew what Roland was going to do as soon as he heard it.

A mysterious ceremony?

"Taylor is new to publishing. But then, many businesses are similar in the end. I learned a lot of useful tricks from running the Brontë books... No problem, I'll find a way."

Roland nodded: "Don't be polite to me."

"I won't be polite to you. The fee will be deducted from the revenue of the Fountain of Youth."

This seemingly important task, which was as difficult as ascending to heaven for some people, was completed after Roland and Randolph had a few casual conversations - this is also why most high-level ritualists come from people with good backgrounds and status.

Often qualifications are one aspect and resources are another.

Bronte saw that the two were talking about "serious matters" and originally wanted to take Beatrice upstairs to avoid them.

"We're done talking."

Randolph spread his palms: "Go on with your sock club."

"It's the Blue Stockings!"

Bronte glared: "This name has a history!"

"Of course I think the name has a story. Not only that, I also think that the people in it are all very capable. Otherwise, how could you fall in love with them in just one day and one time?"

Bronte fluttered her eyelashes: "...I told them that I had a job."

To Randolph's surprise, even though Brontë mentioned her shady job - the ladies didn't seem to care.

At least Bronte couldn't see anything unusual about them.

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"There's also a girl who goes to Queen's College - she doesn't have a job, she's younger than me, and she's already involved in research..."

Bronte was very proud, as if she was the one participating in the research.

"Miss Peck, Deloz is an extremely smart girl... But Queen's College is in big trouble recently. Ms. Burns said that she plans to invite some wealthy gentlemen with both compassion and wisdom to invest and establish a real college -"

“To those who thirst for knowledge.”

Roland interrupted: "Deloze?"

"…Yes?" Bronte realized it and raised his voice a little: "Is it your friend?!"

"Actually, it should be Droz and Burns."

Roland said.

"Droz Fonseca is my friend. Ms. Burns is... you know her, she's a friend of Miss Rose's."

"Oh my God!" Bronte was surprised and delighted: "Next time I should ask Ms. Montagu to send an invitation to you and Miss Rose!"

"No, I don't think I have the right to come among you."

Roland smiled and declined: "Rose is also busy."

He didn't think Rose liked the atmosphere of the Blue Stockings Society - drinking citrus black tea and discussing literary or mathematical problems.

If there was a duel, or stealing during the duel, she would be interested.

"You just mentioned that you wanted to start a school?"

"Yes. Because there have been some troubles in Queen's College recently, Ms. Burns hopes to provide those who are thirsty for knowledge with a real sanctuary - a purer place for learning and research."

Bronte said as she looked towards Beatrice.

"According to the lady's idea... maybe when Betty grows up a little more (her condition gets better), she can go to school there..."

"Let's talk about this later." Randolph became much more cautious when mentioning Beatrice.

She didn't want to put her sister at risk - if the school was really like what Bronte said, she could just invite the teacher to her home to give lessons.

If Betty is interested.

"How's my house?" Roland could tell Randolph didn't like this topic: "When can I move in?"

“The renovations aren’t going that fast.”

Randolph pinched the bridge of his nose.

When it comes to decoration, he is also full of complaints.

"That stupid designer is on strike, and he's been busy raising his little brown-skinned girl who's doomed to choke to death on bread - haven't you heard about the big things that happened recently?"

Randolph sneered.

"The goods of Noti Golden Lamp escaped from the cell...wait, a joint search...there is a court of inquiry, right?"

Roland curled his lips and poked his chest with his thumb: "Of course there is me, 'Candlelight and Laughter on the Hospital Bed' myself."

Randolph rubbed his temple:

"Change your pen name, Roland."