The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1149 (Ch.1148) - Letter
The matter of Fernandez will be put on hold for now.

We'll have to wait until he meets Enid to find out the outcome.

Since Elendira, the midnight guest, began to visit frequently, the members of the tea party had a new toy to play with. At least Sandel was happy to talk to the girl. To Roland's surprise, Rose was not very close to Elendira.

By the way.

In recent days, a groundbreaking event has occurred in the market—the Savi Brotherhood's pursuit has finally yielded results.

"Cradle of Life".

Following the Holy Cross, the Ring of Eternal Silence, and the Great Vortex, a new, legitimate, and Crowned God sect has finally been allowed to take root in London.

—Although the permission remains only on paper, Rose has learned that the head of the Saviour Brotherhood is secretly contacting the owner of a piece of land in the West End.

They chose the West Side.

Cradle of life.

The name itself didn't give Xander a good impression.

If she were the leader of the Saviour Brotherhood, willing to oppose the Holy Cross and her brothers and sisters' opponents, she would insist on naming it something like the 'Cradle of Flesh and Blood, West End Fountain Square Street Branch'—

or.

Completely bow your head.

Abandon the word 'cradle'.

In her view, it's a compromise to erase the 'flesh and blood,' yet one must still forcefully grasp the suffix 'cradle' to express a certain degree of anger and resistance...

She could guess what kind of person the person in charge was without even meeting him in person.

“You should know that whatever Shelley could give you in terms of wealth or power, Kratofer could do just as well…and better, Roland.”

Beside the stove.

The girl quietly watched the black-haired youth leaning against the soft pillow.

He lay with his neck exposed, his hair hanging loosely over his shoulders and onto his chest, lazily holding up a letter.

Sender, Roland.

Miss Kratoff's residence.

But Rose wasn't there.

“…I entrusted Rose with this task precisely because it would save me a lot of trouble, Xander.”

Enjoyable time.

Roland shook the letter, humming a light tune between words.

Alice asked him for help with the autumn hunt, which was of course no problem—this is one of the peculiarities of the Corinthian Taylor family: he 'unconventionally' did not employ a male butler.

In this day and age, the roles of male and female housekeepers do not overlap.

You can't say, "I have eyes, so I don't need a nose."

Even noble or distinguished families, no matter how much they can no longer afford a full set of servants, will still have a male butler and a female butler as a matter of decorum.

But that's how the Taylors were.

This was true even before Beryl Taylor died.

Roland understood why Randolph did this—it was not only out of respect for Tereza, but also out of respect for the emotions Tereza had given that filled Randolph with something he lacked, her youth and her unwavering purity and devotion.

Therefore, Teresa is not quite suited to teaching etiquette and handling trivial matters—she always has to outwit the increasingly 'sneaky' Beatrice.

Mr. Tom.

Roland thought the Shelley family's "all-powerful" butler was the perfect candidate.

It just so happens that he and he had quite a bit of interaction—interactions about why these rich people didn't hire a good gardener who specialized in maintaining the lawn…

Social interactions that are not very respectable.

Rose rarely heard Roland make any requests, so she happily went back to make arrangements early on.

“Precisely because we want to avoid trouble, Mr. Tom has a wealth of experience, and in my opinion, he is the most suitable candidate—but then again, aren’t we being a little too harsh on Rose?”

Roland leaned against the soft pillows, speaking as he reached out and picked up the cup by the handle, taking small sips of the steaming hot black tea.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly.

The docile girl in front of him sat on the other side, choosing cigars for her lover.

“Mistreatment?” Shandel looked up, his smile gentle. “Why do you say that?” “I always feel that Rose is the one doing all the work.”

The girl thought for a moment and nodded: "The leader should be responsible for this... at least stay away from the comforts of a fireplace, soft pillows, rocking chair, black tea and cigars."

Roland thought about it seriously for a few seconds.

"Fortunately, I'm not that kind of cult leader."

Roland knew very well, regardless of the words used to describe the path of "fantasy," that it was far from as easy and simple as he had initially imagined.

Just like how "saints" choose people.

Those ritual practitioners, who already possess abundant evil intentions, naturally wouldn't believe that the path 'amplified' their desires.

Roland was the same.

He should take Xander's advice into consideration.

"You can be more specific, like saying do exactly as instructed."
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I also played a role in it, okay?

"Like 'You're right,' or 'That sounds good'—things like that?"
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You haven't done anything yet.

"I'm not a ritualist, you idiot."
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Then what are you?
"I am--"

"Ugh."

"Roland?" Cinder looked at the man who had suddenly started sighing and groaning, somewhat puzzled.

“Always just a little short.” Roland glanced at the large characters floating in mid-air, almost touching his forehead.

'I am your father.'

"I still can't bring myself to like clever people..."

“There are many other things you don’t like, feel free to tell me,” the girl squeezed the perfectly elastic thing and set it aside, smiling, “That way I can make you fall in love with me faster…”

“Didn’t you already succeed?” Roland rested his chin on his hand, holding up the folded letter with his other hand and casually shaking it out: “And you hate stubborn idiots…here you go.”

The letter is turned over.

Sender squinted.

“...Theodore Gabriel Thackeray”.

It's been a while since I've heard that name.

She thought this person had died somewhere long ago...

For example, being pursued by a giant whirlpool.

“He’s really lucky. I heard that the two Beneventos aren’t much of a busybody… except for the youngest good-for-nothing.”

“Pink Bert is no ‘useless,’ Shandel. She’s very interesting.”

“'Her'?” Shandel blinked. “I remember, the Benevento family only had one daughter: Natalie Benevento.”

"You'll know when you meet her."

Roland folded the letter neatly and stretched, looking as lazy as if he were intoxicated with opium.

"Are you interested in that Thackeray?"

“Yes, I have both,” Roland said, putting on his shoes and stretching his neck. “Besides, Ms. Natalie Benevento helped me out…”

Natalie Benevento.

I heard that name again.

The girl's eyes were slightly dark.

An emotion, one that she had never felt even when facing Enid Jutia, subtly crossed her brow.

It was not fear. Saints, who were born with the power of extreme Yang, could never fear these two paths that "cannot see the light"—let alone Shandel Kratofer himself.

only…

Those who perform rituals for the Ring of Eternity are all troublesome.

Especially Natalie Benevento.

A notorious whore, a stain on London's reputation.

(End of this chapter)