The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 313 On the Carriage

"Of course, I want to upgrade my ring too."

Currently, Roland is only one step away from the next step.

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"Ritual": —— (Second Ring)

"Ritual": Lawless romance/strange objects/occult organs/admirer's kiss

「Description」: Turn the rolling boulders into balloons and the trumpets into morning glories!
This world is absurd enough, so...

We need some truth!
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"Lawless Romance (Completed)"

「Admirer's Kiss (Completed)」

"Mystical Organ (Completed)"

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Now there's only one thing missing.

Strange objects.

He had already offered a reward within the Inquisition, without asking for the effect or price, and hoped to get news as soon as possible. It must be said that the "favor" of Enid, Cinder, and Fernandez made Roland not think that "magical items" were that rare for a long time.

It was not until he asked for it himself that it became clear that few people would sell this thing for money: if one was not a ritualist of the Crown God Sect, and did not have a sufficiently wealthy family background and connections, it was hard to say how much better a low-level ritualist was than those 'wanderers'.

Secret meeting?

A group of quasi-ritualists who are at most apprentices.

Golden Island?

Have you considered what organization to join and met one or several unknown faces in real life?

Even the coordinates for the Golden Island came from Enid Jutia.

Roland began to discover what kind of future a real person with no background who became a ritualist by luck would face.

He began to understand Ram Fiennes's approach.

No pressure, no danger, no ups and downs.

well.

But there is no future either.

The power beyond mortals can allow the holder to instantly see his own brilliant and glorious future, and this glory will last forever and ever...

Until he looked down and saw his stagnant life.

His flesh and blood were slowly rotting, revealing his white bones.

If he is not lucky enough, he must consider selling something in exchange for the knowledge and materials for upgrading his rings - the prerequisite is that there are people who are willing to take a look at the things he sells.

If you could make a few comments, it would be a great reward.

The ritualists are actually no different from ordinary people.

"Sister, I'm hungry."

Roland: ...
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Don't talk crazy.

"I think you are crazy. The Big Bat has the wealth of the entire Inquisition. What is a rare item?"
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She is my lover, not my mother.

"It seems to me that it is difficult for humans to distinguish between a husband and a father, a wife and a mother - to some extent you are conflating them."

“Not animals.”
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Man is far more complicated than beast, spanner.

"Beast?"

"You hesitate to even find a lover, and turn a blind eye to the benefits that are within your reach. To be honest, I don't know if beasts are more complex than humans, but at least beasts are smarter than you."

"Whoever is stronger has the final say."

"Never stop plundering."

"Strong males can have more female mates and resources, and conversely, strong females can have more males - and when I say 'strong', I don't just mean physical strength."

"Really strong humans are very similar to beasts. Don't you think that the most primitive nature—"
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If a powerful female wants to have more female mates...

"…Do you think you're funny?"
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whee.

"Fuck."
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I did find one interesting thing, the wrench.

"What."
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You seem to take great pleasure in speaking for the 'beasts'.

"…I don't?"
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No.
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It should be: Except for the half of Miss Nina's memory, you always seem to look at the world with the eyes of a 'beast'.
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right?
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Or, it's not just 'beast'?
"Roland."
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Ok?
"What did you just say that humans are more complicated than?"
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?
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What you just said?
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'Man is much more complicated than beast'.

"That's right."

"Humans are indeed much more complicated than beasts." "That's right."

"It's been a pleasure talking to you, my dear friend."

"goodbye."

Roland: ...

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After returning from Bristol, of course I have to visit friends I haven't seen for a long time and talk about future cooperation.

Roland waited until the perfume was 'out of the oven' before he and Rose came to visit - oh, and Cinder Kratov as well.

She became a "winged person" and a member of the tea party. Moreover, there was no need for the perfume shop to hide anything from anyone.

When the three of them took the same carriage to Taylor's house, the librarian asked Roland why he didn't buy another carriage - this would save them from having to call the court or wait at the public station.

"carriage?"

Roland leaned on his cane, his eyes focused on the streets filled with thick fog.

"I can't afford a coachman, Shandel."

Moreover, no one would hire a coachman or buy a carriage, just like no one would buy only one pair of leather shoes.

"You've made enough money to buy a manor."

"And then?" Rose suddenly turned her gaze from the window back to the car and glanced at Shandel: "Roland won't need such a big place."

"I just want him to get used to the life he deserves, Vansittart. Roland won't live in a cramped pharmacy forever. He is destined to walk on an extraordinary path..."

After saying so much, Rose knew exactly what the woman was hinting at.

If Roland had a big house, she could move in.

Now?

In the current pharmacy, she can enter and exit freely through the second-floor window, but Shandel Kratov obviously cannot do that.

"I'm only thinking of Roland, Vansittart. He doesn't have to live that low life."

Rose turned her head and said, "Pay attention, Miss Kratov, there is more than one 'low class' in this car."

Shandel smiled: "The driver can't hear my conversation with you."

Rose: ...

so annoying.

"Blood is thicker than blood, Vansittart." Shandel elegantly arranged the small handkerchief on her knee: a white handkerchief with a gold lace edge. It was folded into squares and triangles on Shandel's legs, and was also rolled into a thin elongated shape.

It apparently took on the responsibility of helping its owner kill time in the carriage.

"I kind of regret it now."

"Many criminals would say that before they were hanged."

Rose glared at her and asked Roland why the shop prepared by Randolph Taylor was so small - at least compared with the large stores on Cross Street, it was indeed not "gorgeous and spacious" enough.

“Because location is what matters.”

Before Roland could speak, Shandel gave the answer: "Compared to a spacious but remote place, we need a bustling location to make a name for ourselves. As long as we are famous in the upper class, who would care about the size of the shop?"

Rose retorted, "I didn't know you knew so much, Kratov."

"Not much, Vansittart." Shandel sighed: "I just know how to read, and then I read the newspaper with my eyes."

Rose: ...

Normally, when she couldn't win with words, she would use her fists - but she couldn't beat up Shandel Kratov in the car, especially in front of Roland.

So, Miss Green Eyes could only stare at her target with her green eyes, which couldn't be greener, trying to kill her with her eyes.

"You're so unpleasant."

"A person who tries to be likable is like a turkey trying to be a hit at Christmas, Miss Vansittart." Shandel said with a hint of mockery: "Besides, I think I'm pretty likable."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "Who? It can't be just the servants who took money out of your pocket?"

Shandel silently turned his head towards Roland - he was admiring the groups of rabbits in tuxedos along the road.

"I'm afraid I have to tell you some bad news."

Someone held his chin and didn't even turn his head.

"Not only am I blind, I'm also becoming deaf lately."

(End of this chapter)