The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 121 Ch.120 Charles Chloe
The entire funeral process was boring and lengthy. First, a black hearse drove in slowly, then the pallbearers and coffin bearers split into the left and right sides, and professional mourners followed behind.

Each of these hired people looked extremely sad, shedding tears silently, and were as lonely as a shadow in the daytime, wandering around or following the coffin bearers.

The black crowd stretched out from the entrance of the cemetery like a snake, as if an entire family had died.

It was also at this time that Roland saw Mingsi Chloe's father.

Charles Chloe.

He was very old, tall and thin, with a dry face where all the bones stood out - and his sunken cheeks reminded Roland of those doctors who were described as holding a saw and staring at you to make you creepy.

He took off his hat and pressed it against his chest, revealing his side-parted hair. He thanked everyone, then gave his seat to the monk.

——A monk from the church holding a holy book.

He first led everyone to review the "great deeds" that Mince Croy had done during his lifetime, and then praised his character, excellent and noble bloodline, traced his family, and prayed to the benefactor, wishing that he could enjoy eternal peace and glory in Eden.

Interestingly, when talking about "friends in life", Roland noticed that the names mentioned by the monk were almost all female -

It seemed as if someone had deliberately crossed out all the male names.

Not only Roland.

The faces of most people present instantly tensed up.

"If you laugh in a situation like this, you'll end up in the newspapers."
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I see everyone is having a hard time holding it in.

"The funniest part is yet to come."

“Think about Orlando Wilson.”

correct.

Orlando Wilson.

His 'family' is here today, but... where are the coffin and the grave?
Roland clasped his hands together, bowed his head and pretended to pray, his lips moving:
"Randolph."

"Roland?"

"Mr. Orlando Wilson, isn't he going to be buried today?"

The people beside him couldn't help themselves, and Roland seemed to hear an inaudible "puff".

"…Orlando Wilson is not buried here, Roland. Do you think that after what happened, the Chloe family would allow Orlando and Mince Chloe to sleep next to each other?"

Roland frowned, held his lips together, and scratched them with his teeth.

"You're like a baby gorilla blowing kisses."
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Stop teasing me, Wrench.

"The Wilson family's relatives came today hoping to talk to Charles Chloe. As long as that gentleman asks for help, they might be able to inherit the Wilson family's wealth."

Speaking of this, Randolph told Roland an even funnier story.

——These "relatives" who came from afar to inherit the wealth of the Wilson family found many cemeteries and assured their managers:
As long as they give Orlando Wilson a decent and proper funeral, they will give him double the gold later.

However, no cemetery agreed to hold the funeral on credit.

People are dead.

After the funeral, they have no money and they can’t dig the body out (it’s possible, but it’s not cost-effective and not decent).

The suggestion was a joke.

“…They did this to find a reason to inherit the property.”

Randolph snorted barely perceptibly, his eyes full of contempt. “These swindlers targeted the Wilson family because they have almost no relatives left. As far as I know, the nearest cousin is far away in India.”

Roland tilted his head and asked quietly: "...Can they succeed?"

"It's possible, but the 'good deed' of these two gentlemen has a huge impact, and many people are watching. This group of people came at the wrong time and chose the wrong target to defraud."

The farewell ceremony went on slowly as Roland and Randolph talked in low voices.

When the monk finished his prayer, the photographer came forward and took pictures of everyone.

Several servants who were distributing souvenirs were waiting not far away, with two large boxes placed next to them. Other servants began to help each other lift the table, move the chairs, put on the tablecloth, and take out pies, butter or cooked chicken from the prepared boxes. People sat down one after another, and some servants who followed the ladies or gentlemen brought their own food or red wine.

The cemetery was no longer quiet. People started talking, gentlemen and gentlemen, ladies and ladies, talking about Chloe or the latest interesting stories.

The entire funeral procession ended with the meal.

People can choose to finish their meal or leave directly after saying goodbye to the deceased's family.

Randolph and Roland chose the latter.

Because it’s too cold today.

However, even when preparing to leave, Randolph would spend half an hour saying goodbye to his acquaintances regarding the act of "leaving".

Roland was waiting for him by the carriage outside the cemetery.

At this time, an unexpected person appeared.

Charles Chloe.

The man with sunken cheeks hurried towards Roland without a servant.

"Mr. Collins!" His voice seemed to be naturally high-pitched, but unexpectedly hoarse - this strange contrast made people feel very uncomfortable listening to it.

He shouted, then, holding his gentleman's stick, walked quickly forward.

"Mr. Roland Collins!"

He walked up to Roland and did not extend his hand rudely. He seemed to know Roland's inconvenience and just paused slightly, controlling the distance between them very appropriately.

"Good day, Mr. Collins."

He said.

"I'm Charles Chloe." He introduced himself: "Poor Mince Chloe's father, a ritualist in the church, and also...your brother or sister."

Roland bowed slightly and forced a warm smile: "Good day, Mr. Chloe."

Charles Chloe: "I've heard of your deeds. You killed the cultists who entered the circle by yourself. You are an absolutely competent executor - I have met Enid Jutia several times. Speaking of which, we should have met earlier."

"We in the Truth Council are in need of someone with extraordinary talent like you."

Without waiting for Roland to answer, he laughed in his hoarse but high voice: "Of course, I think you don't want to leave the Tribunal, right? Some executors are indeed like this. Once they plunge into the flames of trial, they never want to leave."

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

"Mr. Collins, I wonder if you are free. I want to talk to you about Mince Croy."

What this means is that they have to find a place where no one is around to talk.

Away from the seclusion of the carriage.

Large areas of green plants grow wildly, there are neat stone roads, tombs are arranged in an orderly manner, and trees are densely packed.

"…My son is a fool, Mr. Collins. I am ashamed of it, but I cannot express it."

This is what Charles Chloe said when they were alone.

"That's the only thing I hate about him, and I've scolded him countless times - especially for not being with the wrong people."

"Especially that filthy fellow from the Wilson family."

"I don't even want him to marry that ignorant woman from a merchant family..."

Charles Chloe sighed.

Roland was confused.

he…

What does it mean to say this to yourself?
(End of this chapter)