Chapter 794: Gathering
When Roland wiped his face clean, he went to the bedroom to change into decent clothes and returned to the guest room.
The little man who was afraid of heights continued to vomit while holding the wooden bucket.
"I'll let Natalie kill you sooner or later."
"Wipe your mouth first."
As a child of the Benevento family, no matter how much he was looked down upon, that "nobility" was engraved in his bones (he thought) - he would not allow anyone to insult his family name and bloodline.
Especially this dirty and despicable executive.
Who are the people in the Tribunal?
Livestock that deal with cultists all day long.
"Your sister will be here soon. I'll introduce you to my friends - a very smart detective, a female scholar, a young painter, a very capable businessman..."
Halida silently pulled Roland's sleeve.
"gentlemen…"
"What's the matter?"
"It's time to let Mr. Benevento finish his work..."
"Oh... pick out a dress for her later. Don't be stingy," Roland leaned over: "It's too disgusting, I'll buy you a new one!"
Rupert: I can hear you.
"Eat less, dinner is very heavy."
Facing the look that said, "If I don't kill you, I won't be called Benevento," Roland patted his shoulder, hummed the "Hou Men" ballad he learned from the lawless area, and ran downstairs.
Shandel had arrived early.
In addition, there are the Taylor family and Miss Deloz.
The detective came to the door himself, carrying a small jar of spices from an unknown source, and handed it to the maid at the door. With Halida's temper, she would definitely not be able to choose a qualified maid. At this moment, the maids serving in the dining room or living room were all selected by Rose or "borrowed" from the Shelley family.
to be honest.
She initially planned to choose some "soft-tempered" ones for Roland so that people would listen to Halida's words.
But if we must use Halida's personality as a benchmark...
It is impossible for anyone to qualify.
'Anyone can bully your maid.'
She knew the character of most of these hired workers - don't think that only masters can bully servants.
These people are very good at reading people's expressions.
If they are smart and dignified, they can still be honest. If they are stupid and foolish, they will definitely have fun: stealing money is the easiest and most convenient. Some maids will use a short time to figure out who is the boss of the family when they enter the house.
Who should be respected and who should be bullied.
——A few years ago, there was a case where a maid killed her master.
The woman was in her thirties and had been employed by three households in succession.
The result was that all three of her masters were unrecognizable...both male and female.
"You should bring a copy of the Book of Eden to the church - be more conscious when you come to the church."
Roland said as he came down the stairs.
Randolph knew who he was kidding.
"When church members gather together, they compete with each other in clothing and jewelry. It is the most respectable and holy moment of meeting, and usually the host should not be late."
"It's all your fault."
"I told you, I was fooled, too."
"You just want to make me unhappy, don't you, Betty? Either your brother is crazy, or he has evil intentions."
Betty looked up at her brother thoughtfully.
Randolph Taylor: …
Don't use your little brain at a time like this, dear.
The conversation between Roland and Randolph changed the expressions of Droz and Kingsley: both of them exchanged names, and they thought that 'Taylor' was not easy to deal with...
I didn't expect that I would be such a close friend of Roland?
He is indeed the man I like.
Droz felt sweet in his heart.
"Do you need me to introduce you to each other?"
"This is etiquette, Roland, proper etiquette," Randolph complained to him, "Did you deliberately invite us, your 'best friends who don't need to pay attention to worldly etiquette' together?"
Deloz and Kingsley both raised their eyebrows: of course they could tell that Randolph was speaking for Roland.
He was afraid that his rude behavior would give someone a bad impression.
but.
A businessman is a businessman.
Too many thoughts.
"Not much to say. Droz Fonseca, a student at Queen's College. Kingsley, a detective. Beatrice Taylor, the little princess of the Taylor family - and Randolph Taylor."
Roland paused.
"Beatrice Taylor's brother."
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Randolph: ...
"My teammate, Chandel Kratov. The one who just came upstairs - Lillian Rose Vansittart. I think you will have a long time to get to know each other."
When friends sat down.
Roland then began to ask about the patient's health according to the order of importance.
"You've saved the name of the detective agency for me...right?"
Kingsley: ...
"I don't think names are important, Roland."
The detective looked a little haggard. This city that never sleeps is so prosperous and noisy that most of the missions that come to him are "catch my husband's mistress" or "catch my wife's mistress" - these are commissions that are hard to take seriously.
"Names are important, Kingsley. If you don't mind, let me participate and be a part of this great cause..."
"You can speak now," Randolph curled his lips and moved his eyes: "Mr. Kingsley?"
"Yes, Mr. Taylor."
"You run a detective agency?"
"To be precise, it's 'in preparation' - I don't deny that I will become the owner of a detective agency, but I can't call myself that yet."
With just one sentence, Randolph had a rough idea of what kind of person the other person was.
"You have the qualities of a detective: absolute precision and extreme attention to detail. I've met many people who call themselves detectives, but they're always drunk."
Kingsley curled his lips modestly: "I am trying my best to be worthy of your praise."
Roland was bored and leaned over to greet Deloz.
"I love the book you gave me, Droz."
The blonde pursed her lips, her brown eyes twinkling. "I hope you like it, Mr. Collins. It's just a trivial trick."
"That's not 'trivial' at all. A useless language can be learned in just seven or eight days? I'm afraid I've been talking too long, haven't I? Some people would go wrong with just a small renovation - oh..."
Randolph: ...
"Just live in your church, Reverend."
Roland smiled and opened his arms to Beatrice: "No 'long time no see' hug today?"
Interestingly.
Beatrice was indeed much more "well-behaved" today - whenever Roland came to visit, as long as she was awake, she would be the first to run into Roland's arms and rub against him for ten minutes like a cat leaving its scent.
Until Roland ran his hands through her hair.
"My brother won't let me."
Beatrice's voice was clear and loud, and it couldn't even be hidden from the servants in the corner of the living room.
She didn't notice the look Randolph gave her, and looked at Roland sadly:
"My brother said."
"You can't hug Roland when you see him. Otherwise it will be embarrassing."
After saying this, he turned to Randolph proudly, as if to take credit, saying, "Look, I memorized it."
This girl really can't lie.
When Roland wiped his face clean, he went to the bedroom to change into decent clothes and returned to the guest room.
The little man who was afraid of heights continued to vomit while holding the wooden bucket.
"I'll let Natalie kill you sooner or later."
"Wipe your mouth first."
As a child of the Benevento family, no matter how much he was looked down upon, that "nobility" was engraved in his bones (he thought) - he would not allow anyone to insult his family name and bloodline.
Especially this dirty and despicable executive.
Who are the people in the Tribunal?
Livestock that deal with cultists all day long.
"Your sister will be here soon. I'll introduce you to my friends - a very smart detective, a female scholar, a young painter, a very capable businessman..."
Halida silently pulled Roland's sleeve.
"gentlemen…"
"What's the matter?"
"It's time to let Mr. Benevento finish his work..."
"Oh... pick out a dress for her later. Don't be stingy," Roland leaned over: "It's too disgusting, I'll buy you a new one!"
Rupert: I can hear you.
"Eat less, dinner is very heavy."
Facing the look that said, "If I don't kill you, I won't be called Benevento," Roland patted his shoulder, hummed the "Hou Men" ballad he learned from the lawless area, and ran downstairs.
Shandel had arrived early.
In addition, there are the Taylor family and Miss Deloz.
The detective came to the door himself, carrying a small jar of spices from an unknown source, and handed it to the maid at the door. With Halida's temper, she would definitely not be able to choose a qualified maid. At this moment, the maids serving in the dining room or living room were all selected by Rose or "borrowed" from the Shelley family.
to be honest.
She initially planned to choose some "soft-tempered" ones for Roland so that people would listen to Halida's words.
But if we must use Halida's personality as a benchmark...
It is impossible for anyone to qualify.
'Anyone can bully your maid.'
She knew the character of most of these hired workers - don't think that only masters can bully servants.
These people are very good at reading people's expressions.
If they are smart and dignified, they can still be honest. If they are stupid and foolish, they will definitely have fun: stealing money is the easiest and most convenient. Some maids will use a short time to figure out who is the boss of the family when they enter the house.
Who should be respected and who should be bullied.
——A few years ago, there was a case where a maid killed her master.
The woman was in her thirties and had been employed by three households in succession.
The result was that all three of her masters were unrecognizable...both male and female.
"You should bring a copy of the Book of Eden to the church - be more conscious when you come to the church."
Roland said as he came down the stairs.
Randolph knew who he was kidding.
"When church members gather together, they compete with each other in clothing and jewelry. It is the most respectable and holy moment of meeting, and usually the host should not be late."
"It's all your fault."
"I told you, I was fooled, too."
"You just want to make me unhappy, don't you, Betty? Either your brother is crazy, or he has evil intentions."
Betty looked up at her brother thoughtfully.
Randolph Taylor: …
Don't use your little brain at a time like this, dear.
The conversation between Roland and Randolph changed the expressions of Droz and Kingsley: both of them exchanged names, and they thought that 'Taylor' was not easy to deal with...
I didn't expect that I would be such a close friend of Roland?
He is indeed the man I like.
Droz felt sweet in his heart.
"Do you need me to introduce you to each other?"
"This is etiquette, Roland, proper etiquette," Randolph complained to him, "Did you deliberately invite us, your 'best friends who don't need to pay attention to worldly etiquette' together?"
Deloz and Kingsley both raised their eyebrows: of course they could tell that Randolph was speaking for Roland.
He was afraid that his rude behavior would give someone a bad impression.
but.
A businessman is a businessman.
Too many thoughts.
"Not much to say. Droz Fonseca, a student at Queen's College. Kingsley, a detective. Beatrice Taylor, the little princess of the Taylor family - and Randolph Taylor."
Roland paused.
"Beatrice Taylor's brother."
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
Randolph: ...
"My teammate, Chandel Kratov. The one who just came upstairs - Lillian Rose Vansittart. I think you will have a long time to get to know each other."
When friends sat down.
Roland then began to ask about the patient's health according to the order of importance.
"You've saved the name of the detective agency for me...right?"
Kingsley: ...
"I don't think names are important, Roland."
The detective looked a little haggard. This city that never sleeps is so prosperous and noisy that most of the missions that come to him are "catch my husband's mistress" or "catch my wife's mistress" - these are commissions that are hard to take seriously.
"Names are important, Kingsley. If you don't mind, let me participate and be a part of this great cause..."
"You can speak now," Randolph curled his lips and moved his eyes: "Mr. Kingsley?"
"Yes, Mr. Taylor."
"You run a detective agency?"
"To be precise, it's 'in preparation' - I don't deny that I will become the owner of a detective agency, but I can't call myself that yet."
With just one sentence, Randolph had a rough idea of what kind of person the other person was.
"You have the qualities of a detective: absolute precision and extreme attention to detail. I've met many people who call themselves detectives, but they're always drunk."
Kingsley curled his lips modestly: "I am trying my best to be worthy of your praise."
Roland was bored and leaned over to greet Deloz.
"I love the book you gave me, Droz."
The blonde pursed her lips, her brown eyes twinkling. "I hope you like it, Mr. Collins. It's just a trivial trick."
"That's not 'trivial' at all. A useless language can be learned in just seven or eight days? I'm afraid I've been talking too long, haven't I? Some people would go wrong with just a small renovation - oh..."
Randolph: ...
"Just live in your church, Reverend."
Roland smiled and opened his arms to Beatrice: "No 'long time no see' hug today?"
Interestingly.
Beatrice was indeed much more "well-behaved" today - whenever Roland came to visit, as long as she was awake, she would be the first to run into Roland's arms and rub against him for ten minutes like a cat leaving its scent.
Until Roland ran his hands through her hair.
"My brother won't let me."
Beatrice's voice was clear and loud, and it couldn't even be hidden from the servants in the corner of the living room.
She didn't notice the look Randolph gave her, and looked at Roland sadly:
"My brother said."
"You can't hug Roland when you see him. Otherwise it will be embarrassing."
After saying this, he turned to Randolph proudly, as if to take credit, saying, "Look, I memorized it."
This girl really can't lie.
