The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1151 (Ch.1150) - Defeated
"...I imagined you would be dressed in a somber gray or black casual suit, a vest in a brighter shade of silk or a more expensive material, a top hat adorned with feathers, diamonds, and gold thread, and a cane with a wide, rounded edge, made from a single, flawless blue diamond—"

"When the sunlight shines in from the front, Benevento, standing by the window, is gilded with the golden patterns of wisdom, just like the illustrious creator of this surname, with the strong silver outline of the eldest son."

This was the first time Roland had ever heard Sandel use such complex, long sentences…

To satirize someone.

Rupert Benevento could tell.

She rose gracefully, took a freshly opened bottle of champagne from the ice wine vessel, poured it into a gilded highball glass, and then pressed her peach-colored fingernails against the gold-threaded tablecloth in front of Sandel.

The wall behind her was also covered with masterpieces in large gold frames, including paintings or drafts by Romain Rolland whose names she couldn't recall. The white ointment was exquisitely carved, and the ivory satin was paired with rough ropes soaked in molten copper. The soft shoes on her feet kissed the even softer and gentler foreign carpet, and the blood of a golden dragon gushed from the mouth of the bottle through the tranquility.

The noble and elegant 'Benevento' is quite different from what we saw at first glance.

So interesting.

"Forgive me for presuming your preferences, Miss Kratoff. But since you were involved in the selection of the saintess, you must be very familiar with champagne, right?"

She extended the golden dragon blood to the gray-haired girl with her fingers, and showed her sincerity to Cinder with that sweet, charming, and indistinguishable smile.

Champagne?

Roland glanced sideways at Xander, whose smile remained unchanged.

What does champagne have to be familiar with?

"One part of the Holy Grail ritual requires the use of 'red holy blood' and 'gold holy blood'."
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So what does this have to do with 'sarcasm'?

"When I have time, I'll have Little Viper tell you about the 'Holy Grail Ritual'."

“At Lord Porta’s last banquet, I heard Mr. Grec Benevento speak of his good sister. No wonder the Benevento family is so proud of you—no one is more elegant and beautiful than you,” Sender exclaimed.

Beautiful.

Rupert's lips twitched, a blush spreading across his pale face. "This has troubled you, hasn't it, Miss Kratofer? Perhaps when the next selection begins... given your devotion to the Father and your 'excellence,' you'll soon be able to participate in my brother's discussions... The Empire rewards every citizen who perseveres..."

"He's far more capable in combat than your stupid thief."

“You two chat a little longer, Theodore is about to die of old age,” Roland interrupted their 'intimate and friendly' conversation, his hand hanging by his side as he studied the undulating patterns on the sofa. “Let me see him?”

“Of course, Mr. Collins. I suppose that’s why I’m writing to you… It’s not real gold.” Rupert wondered how the man, secretly unscrewing the 'gold clasp accessory' from the sofa, could possibly deserve Thackeray’s many compliments.

“I know, Lulu. I don’t need the money either, I’m just… a little… bored from listening to you guys chat.”

One word in this passage is more piercing than any of Shandel's long sentences.

At least Rupert could no longer maintain the beautiful shell he had created with his jingling.

“I told you! Don’t call me Lulu! Neither to my face nor in your letters!” Her face flushed with excitement, especially after she noticed Shandel’s eyes crinkling into a smile, the embarrassment and shame becoming increasingly uncontrollable: “How could Natalie have met such an indecent and immoral man as you?!”

"Because your sister doesn't have these things either," Roland took a sip of champagne, a strange look on his face, "and they're about the same as what my uncle bought?"

“Oh? Your uncle must also have a thriving and extensive ocean business like the Benevento family, and naturally he would know how to appreciate fine wine, to feel the medals of sacrifice left on the soul by these invisible particles as they glide across the tongue—which family in the West End does he come from, Mr. Collins? I’m ignorant.”

She was mocking Roland for not knowing how to appreciate good wine, and also mocking his uncle for not being able to buy champagne of Benevento's caliber.

Done.

Her pink eyes shone like a solitary rose, defiantly embracing the enemy's speechless triumph.

She still didn't quite understand what kind of person Roland was.

Roland: "Let me tell you, the Benevento family is incredibly wealthy. Look, even the buttons on these balls are embroidered with tiny patterns..."

Sender: "The weavers who serve them are naturally exceptional." Roland: "Champagne too?"

Sender: "I'm like you, not a big fan of 'alcohol'... except sometimes."

Roland: "Is it 'sometimes' that I know about?"

Sender: "Sometimes" for us.

Rupert Benevento: ...

Shouldn't he answer me first?

"Mr. Roland Collins!"

“Next time I don’t want you to make me use a glass full of wine… Oh, Lulu, what did you just say? This ball of yarn on the sofa is really stylish… You see, to be popular, you first need a good personality, and you can’t be too beautiful—but the decor of the house has to be the opposite… Sender, I can still smell the shrimp sandwiches we had this morning when I burp, hahaha…”

Rupert Benevento had already mentally smashed three bowls and five plates.

She was born brave and fierce, but had never fought against such an enemy.

"Mr. Theodore Gabriel Thackeray seems to have an unwavering trust in you—like most ignorant people in front of our Queen… This man's character is unusually 'surprising,' and he is blessed with good fortune."

Rupert cleared his throat and stood up with his head held high.

She cannot afford to get entangled with the enemy on a battlefield that is unfavorable to her.

"Come with me, you two. Saving this person has taken a great risk for me—the Benevento family never participates in sectarian conflicts, let alone a criminal wanted by the orthodox Church… So, the 'Inquisitor's' judgment is selective, isn't it?"

She moved with the graceful steps of a truly well-mannered lady, gently pushing aside the full-length mirror covered by a thick green velvet carpet, and then turned slightly to reveal a short corridor that was not too narrow, wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

It leads to another room.

Roland and Sender naturally followed.

“I remember you said in your letter that you were not proud of the Benevento surname, Lulu.”

“I have never said anything so absurd and shameless, Mr. Collins. I expect you to be honest,” Rupert’s voice trailed off.

Roland scratched his neck: "I've kept all the letters."

The girl leading the way suddenly turned around!
"I told you to destroy every single one of them after you read them! And you promised me that!" She finally lost her temper.

"When did you ever 'instruct' me?" Roland asked, puzzled.

“Every single one! Your replies are also evidence—you wrote them yourself, didn’t you? Saying you hoped we would both keep this agreement! You said you ‘destroyed’ them all!”

Roland cautiously asked, "Which...letter of mine...wrote these? Would you mind if I took another look?"

Suddenly.

Rupert Benevento is like a kettle sitting on a stove, hissing and hissing—a kettle with its vent and spout blocked.

She was about to tear this despicable man to pieces with pieces of her own corpse.

Which one?
It was the fourth letter, of course.

But she…

she…

She kept her promise and destroyed it!
(End of this chapter)