Chapter 591 Ch590 Fake

Chapter 591 Ch.590 Fake

"I didn't think you were that stupid, Randolph."

Roland wiped the wooden frame with his index finger and twisted the gray dust.

The huge, broken anchor was covered with rust and leaned against the wall behind the wooden frame. This was the anchor of the first ship in Bellows Taylor's life - when it could no longer bring wealth to its owner, Bellows saved the anchor after breaking the waves on an expedition on the sea.

"What's stupid?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

What Roland meant was that since Randolph discovered the "secret organ" the last time he came here, he couldn't possibly keep this treasure in his private vault - waiting to be taken away by the Cavendish family?

Although to a certain extent, these upper-class people who call themselves 'gentlemen' and 'ladies' are indeed slightly more 'moral' than the poor...

That's when the benefits aren't huge enough.

Roland's view of them was the same as when he was a child: frogs in fancy clothes.

A secret organ is enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

Randolph said nothing, silently waiting for Barton to clean the wooden box, take out a small key, and turn the lock.

There is a crystal bottle like a test tube stuck in the black velvet.

The cork sealed the mouth of the bottle.

It contains a sky blue liquid.

…

"Liquid (mixed)"

"Ingredients: water, ink, saliva."

…

"Roland, to be honest, I'm very disappointed." Randolph picked up the thin bottle at random and shook it in his hand. He said without interest: "If I had known, I wouldn't have told you in advance... Maybe I could still see you worried. appearance."

Teresa frowned: "Mr."

"He does this to me every time, Theresa, you have to give me a chance to get it back - I'm a young man too, right?"

The old maid rubbed her forehead, feeling very tired.

"Sir, you are already the master of the Taylor family, a gentleman, a man who should marry a wife and have children. How can you-"

Before she could finish speaking, the bottle in Randolph's hand was roughly snatched away by Roland.

The golden-eyed young man put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully for a few times, then put it to his ear and listened for a while. After a while, his face became clouded.

"Randolph." He said hoarsely, and his breath was almost as angry as sparks.

"This arcane organ is fake... someone stole it, replaced it... This expensive treasure was stolen! Randolph! Damn it! We need to find the thief! Skin him!"

Randolph: ...

Teresa & Patton:…

A late show.

"Mr. Collins..." The maid went a little crazy and almost rubbed the lace protruding from the sleeves to pieces: "How old are you two? Can you..."

Randolph pouted.

failed.

He thought he could deceive Roland, but when he saw him surprised, anxious, and angry, he proudly took out the real one...

damn it.

Just a little bit closer.

Roland smiled and said, "Is it a tie this time?"

"I'm not competing with you," Randolph said slyly, "If you were really smart, you should pretend to be 'fooled' and satisfy the people who set up the trap."

"Smart people are too tired, Randolph. I just want to make them angry to death, and I don't want him to be satisfied."

"I think so." Randolph snorted, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a bottle of similar style.

However, this bottle is more transparent than the one in Roland's hand, and there are patterns carved on the crystal wall.

"Here."

He handed it to Roland.

"But you still have to play a show with me, Roland. Just say this one is fake and smash it in front of everyone - from now on, no one will care about it anymore... Luo... Roland?"

As Randolph was talking, he found that there was no sound from the other side.

Roland had already suppressed his smile and stood in the shadow, holding the thin bottle quietly and flicking his wrist: "If you still joke this time, Randolph, you will win."

Randolph frowned: "What? Of course not...wait...wait a minute, you mean-?"

"ah."

Roland shook the bottle, handed it back to Randolph, and nodded lightly.

"That's right, Randolph."

he said.

"This one is also fake."

…………

…

The second one that Randolph gave to Roland was also water mixed with ink, but it contained some 'drugs' that the wrench could not distinguish, making it look more gorgeous and attractive - but it was definitely not a secret organ.

This ‘potion’ is not simple.

Fooled Barton.

"Because it does exude "secret," my lord. Barton wiped his sweat and his voice trembled: "I have never seen a secret organ, sir..."

It's like a country bumpkin describing a swan: it's smaller than a pig and bigger than a mouse.

Roland shook his head and told him not to be nervous.

"That was the last time, Barton." Randolph thought of many things in an instant.

so.

The last time they opened the private vault, the secret organ in this box was already fake.

Who knows the address of Bellows Taylor's beach house, can accurately pass through the cellar's secret door, walk through the corridor, open the door without damaging every lock, and go straight to the wooden door without taking away gold, silver and valuable poetry collections and manuscripts? The crystal bottle in the box——

After stealing it, he also forged an imitation that could deceive Barton?

No thief would do such a useless thing.

unless.

"Cavendish." There was no warmth in the young businessman's voice. He could no longer stand the stupidity and viciousness of this family - they planned to imprison his father's soul, seize the Taylor family's property, and even make Randolph their boss. On the premise of opening the door of convenience, he still did these things without conscience.

No conscience.

"So, what are you going to do?" Roland fiddled with the bits and pieces on the wooden shelf. Old Mr. Taylor collected many interesting things——

For example, a little man who twists a clockwork and can walk and raise a gun has the name of a certain craftsman branded on his butt; a medal for first place in a horse racing competition in a certain year and month, plated with gold and engraved with 'Bellos Taylor'; Two broken arrowheads, with a note beside them saying 'They killed wild boars, one from the ear and one from the eye'.

"The puppet holding the gun is mine, Roland."

Randolph glanced at the little walking thing called 'Gada Gada' on the wooden frame. The red paint on its butt had peeled off, revealing the underlying wood.

"My father bought it for me...when I was very young." There was a trace of nostalgia in the man's eyes.

When he was a child, he always pestered his father to buy this or that. Later, he got a small wind-up doll and filled it all day long. He 'sneakly' sneaked into his father's study and placed it on the desk of his father who was concentrating on reading the newspaper. It roared with teeth and claws, startling the old guy...

Ha ha.

Unexpectedly, this doll entered his private treasury and became one of his most precious collections...

Randolph took a deep breath.

"There is no need to use ritualists' methods, Roland. The Cavendish family is not without ritualists. I don't want to see my friends bleed because of these stupid pigs..."

Teresa coughed lightly.

What she means is: you too have Cavendish blood running through your veins.

"I know. But I hope very much that I don't have such blood." The blue in the businessman's eyes was no longer bright, and the mallow color melted along the gaps in his pupils.