The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 383 Ch.382 New Master: John Shelley
The game was not kind to Roland and Rose.

Because there are six people at the table at this time.

Cultist Rebecca Fiennes is definitely on Madeleine’s side, and so is John Shelley, presumably.

It didn't matter who his father, old Shelley, chose; one of them, Roland or Rose, was going to die.

"Let's get rid of the unwelcome first."

as predicted.

Madeline smiled and suggested to Rebecca and John:
"Only one dies at a time, so maybe there's more than one round of this game."

"We have to pick someone who is absolutely damned good first - I think the Executor is the best choice, right?"

"Mr. Shelley, will you and your son support me?"

"After all, we have no choice - to harm your son, or to harm the believers who follow me? Or, to choose two strangers who have nothing to do with us?"

She was right.

Roland and Rose were not on the same path as them at all.

As soon as she finished speaking, something began to change.

Behind each person - on the back of the chair that was half the height of their head, numbers appeared.

Roland is "six".

At the same time, several vertical cracks appeared on the table, large enough to drop dominoes into.

There were crooked numbers carved on the wooden board.

In front of Roland are numbers one to five.

None of my own.

"Come on, Mr. Shelley, let's get these two people who shouldn't be here to leave first, how about that?"

Madeline advised softly: "I know you don't want to be with people like us, but right now, opposite us sits the Black Crow... If any of them survives and leaves the dream alive..."

"You, your son, and even a private alliance would be troublesome, wouldn't they?"

James Shelley smiled with wrinkles on his face: "No."

Madeleine:…

The old gentleman fiddled with the irregular bone tiles in his hand and asked the silent headless girl in the middle: "Can you tell me how many rounds there are in the game?"

All I got was silence.

James Shelley looked amused when he saw this.

He was thinking about one thing:

If the game only had two rounds and only two people died, then of course he would agree with Madeline's 'suggestion' - but what if it lasted more than two rounds?

He holds the puzzle box.

The cultists want the puzzle box.

The Private Alliance will not hand over the puzzle box to the cultists.

Who will be the third person to die?

The old man did not think that his son, whose head was already full of feces, would defend him at the critical moment - and when that time came, they would be in a dead end in terms of "votes".

Madeleine, Rebecca, John.

These three people will have absolute say.

James Shelley could not allow the game to get out of control.

He thought for a moment, then turned to Roland and Lillian and said in a gentle voice, "Can I know your choice?"

Rose said unkindly: "We will choose whoever votes for us."

Oh.

It was a very 'youthful' answer, and it matched the way the girl looked.

James Shelley didn't care. He smiled at Rose's angry gaze and turned to Roland: "So, what about Scissors... or Mr. Executioner?"

six people.

There are six "Life" and six "Death" cards in total.

Compared to getting rewards after a few rounds, those present are more interested in avoiding death.

"I am considering."

Roland held his chin and stroked the two dominoes in his hand. "Ms. Rebecca Fiennes, perhaps your memory is the same as mine, staying at the same moment - we talked in a pool of blood, right?"

Roland said calmly.

"You think that by killing me, you can avoid being caught. I have to tell you with regret that there are two more executioners just outside the door... In fact, the 'monster' you saw came from one of them."

"My death will not bring you any more benefits. You will still have to face the flames."

Rebecca looked up suddenly.

"Yes, ma'am, maybe you have other options... For example, stand on the side of the executor. When you leave the dream, I will seek a certain degree of forgiveness for you - this won't save you from jail, but at least you can live, and in a few years, you may even get married and have children."

"What do you think?"

Roland paused for a moment, and Madeline immediately interrupted:

"You believe in the promise of a black crow? Rebecca, I have already told you the attitude of the Inquisition towards us. I have no doubt that he can speak well for you, but you don't think that you can survive in the prison, the cold prison of the Inquisition, right?"

Madeline pointed out the loophole that Roland didn't mention, the one that Rebecca didn't notice.

“Many people were not burned to death.”

she says.

"They starved to death, froze to death, had their backs broken by other people in the prison, and had their heads soaked in feces all day long... Rebecca, my sister, do you think that after a few years, this man will care whether the cultists he imprisoned with his own hands are living a good life?"

"You know your husband. You know men."

"You won't survive in jail."

Madeline's words made Rebecca, who was somewhat shaken, reaffirm her original idea.

'madness. '

Roland glanced at the silent headless girl.

"Stand by our side, Rebecca, my sister. I know where you live, I was just surprised that the Enforcers came so soon - when we leave the dream, I will find you and kill those who capture you..."

"Believe me, even if, even if I can't catch up and you are locked up..." Madeline pointed at the person next to her.

"There is also an heir to the Shelley family. Shelley, you should have heard of this last name. He is definitely capable of fulfilling the same promise. Similarly, why don't you choose the stronger party?"

"On one side are the cruel police, and on the other side stand the powerful me, the powerful Shelley..."

Rebecca clenched her palms, made up her mind, and picked up the domino with death engraved on it.

"very good."

Madeline enjoyed the feeling of playing with people's hearts.

She did not mention Roland or Rose, but instead left the decision to the man next to her - John Shelley.

Bad taste.

"Tell me, my love." She also picked up the same card and shook it in front of little Shelley, as if she was completely obeying her man's orders, with a well-behaved face: "Tell me who deserves to die more - he must die."

It looks like Roland and Rose, are they executives?
But in fact, John Shelley had different ideas.

First, he knew that he was being targeted by the executive.

So, will killing the two people at the corner table make the other executive officers look away?
Obviously not.

Sooner or later they will come knocking on your door.

But, but, if James Shelley's father died...

It's very different.

He will jump from being a mediocre heir and an unappreciated son to the head of the Shelley family.

Owner.

With his new and extraordinary identity, and by giving up some key...interests or power, John Shelley was sure to connect a large network.

By the time.

Madeline is just a cultist who stole the mystery box.

And he was an innocent person who was murdered by cultists.

To save the lives of innocent people.

As long as James Shelley dies...

Moreover, he must die in this round.

Because John was keenly aware of a problem:
This headless woman never told me how many rounds the game had.

What if there is only one round?

James Shelley must die first, otherwise, once the game is over, he will have to face a problem:
Confronting his own father in reality.

This made him feel both terrified and ashamed.

Shame on your fear.

——Father, this is your problem.

If you had given me the puzzle box earlier, you wouldn't have died.

If you can speak for me, get the big guys in the private alliance to come forward and give me a chance...

You won't die.

If, if, if you could have given me 'Shelley' earlier, so that I could have the real power behind the last name...

You won't die.

You don't even cover up for me.

I am your son.

Are you going to watch me burn to death?
I just ate some people and used some illegal rituals...

I am Shelley.

Your son.

You're just going to watch me die? Because of a dozen lives? You gave birth to me, but you didn't give me what I deserved.

A cruel father and a ruthless son.

That's a good match, right?

"Sir, Miss."

John woke up from silence and looked at Roland with a sincere expression: "If you help me once, the Shelley family will remember it... How about a favor of one hundred thousand pounds?"

He raised the dominoes in his hand, and slowly placed them into a crack under the gaze of everyone.

The number on it was exactly the same number engraved on the back of his father's chair.

James Shelley looked at his son silently.

He seemed to become thinner. If there was wind in the room, it would have blown him off the chair.

"I covet power, but I dare not bear the price of power..."

Old Shelley didn't care that his son chose to kill himself in a dangerous situation, he was just disappointed that his only offspring was too weak.

And weakness...

You will always be a sword and you will never be the master of the sword.

He had always tried to teach him, even if it meant turning him into an unreasonable villain, it was better than turning him into a self-righteous, calculating, cowardly coward.

There is no salvation for cowards.

Obviously, he failed.

Old Shelley suddenly thought of his wife, when she was still alive.

He held her in his arms, and in their bedroom they talked about where to travel, who was a jerk, who deserved to die...

His wife often advised him.

'Don't test people, James. You won't get what you want.'

Yes.

Now not only will he not get what he wants, but he will also lose his son.

(End of this chapter)