The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 396: Rabbit Chasing Bullets
Saint Archbishop of Rome.

Roland had never heard of this name either.

When old Shelley told the three of them the whole conversation between him and the girl, Saint Archbishop, they all had the same expression.

at a loss.

But at least there is a guess.

James Shelley's speculation was similar to Rowland's.

But he didn't have a "wrench", so he couldn't be sure whether his guess was correct:

'Otherwise, you will die in this history.'

She mentioned 'this heavy' history.

At the same time, no method was given to bring the mystery box into the dream.

Therefore, James Shelley had reason to believe that the so-called "sending the puzzle box" meant sending it to another history.

This lord of dreams may be an immortal or even a part of a god.

“What we are looking for may not be in reality, in dreams, or even in history.”

James Shelley pinched his brows and was particularly wary of the "fifty years" that the woman mentioned - ample time meant extreme danger.

"I've hardly heard of anyone who has managed to cross history." The old man asked Roland, "You are familiar with 'multiple histories', right?"

Rose: "What multiple histories?"

Roland: "I understand."

Shelley: "I can only use the Shelley family's connections in the alliance to inquire for you, but this task will obviously fall on your shoulders - I can't fulfill the 'fifty years' agreement, I can't live that long."

Rose: "What multiple histories?"

Roland: "I understand. We still have plenty of time, sir. Please be careful... According to my friend, strange objects or knowledge involving multiple histories are very likely to cause big trouble."

Shelley: "The troubles of the Shelley family are over. As long as I know the rules, no one will mess with me again."

Rose: "No, what multiple histories?"

Roland: "Mystery Box, are you going to keep it yourself?"

Shelley: "No, I think handing it over to the Church or the Inquisition is a better choice...right? In fifty years, we won't need it now - compared to safety, where is the Inquisition safer?"

Rose: "I'm going to smash things!!"

The two men laughed.

"You are so annoying, Roland, I--" Before Rose could get angry, old Shelley stopped her with his hand.

"Since you have chosen to be Shelley's heir, Lillian, you must learn to restrain yourself."

Rose grinned and said indignantly: "I never do that."

"You said that the road you are on is the Secret Scroll, so you are on the same road as me." James Shelley crossed his arms, a smile flashed in his eyes: "Some experience, experience on the road, how to experience the most interesting adventure, the craziest chaos... satisfy the desire in your heart..."

"Oh, I haven't had time to send someone to investigate you, Lillian. This is all my experience as an old man and a former high-level "secret scroll". "

"What's more, I have the ring-up ceremony before the sixth ring..."

Rose slowly smoothed her curly hair and cleared her throat.

Pretend to sit up straight and tuck your chin in.

“…We can discuss it.”

Roland was dying of laughter.

Rose gritted her teeth and crushed his feet with her cloth shoes under the table.

The two of them were chasing each other, but their upper bodies were as straight as lampposts.

James Shelley rested his chin on the back of his hand, quietly watching the two immature young people using equally immature means to enhance their already close relationship...

John.

I was so patient with you.

But why...?

I have arranged everything for you, just wait for me to die.

The old man suddenly felt lonely.

—John Shelley failed to kill him, but only buried his hopes alive.

but.

The Shelleys will never work with the Cradle of Flesh, and there will never be a cultist heir. John, you are on the wrong track.

Thinking of this, James Shelley took a deep breath, and the pain brought by the rotten lungs full of wounds filtering through his trachea expanded and contracted with his last bit of vitality.

"Young people today express their love much more directly than we did back then," Shelley teased.

Rose seemed to have heard a foreign language, and seemed to understand it: "…Oh, so this is the pipe? What is it used for?"

"Too clumsy."

……

In short, Rose became the 'heir' of the Shelley family.

Temporary.

Because Roland didn't think that a retelling of a lie could deceive this old gentleman who rose from the mud for long - after all, countless "gentlemen" had died at his hands.

One look at Anne Vansittart, who runs the Elephant Gang, shows you that the leader of the Gold Tooth Gang, which is even larger than the Elephant Gang, is not as kind as he seems.

and so.

This lie only lasted until Rose woke up from the dream and Roland achieved his goal.

Later…

Roland didn't care.

Anyway, Rose survived, and survived in good health.

"Lillian."

While Roland was lost in thought, James Shelley was talking to Rose. He wanted her to come to the old house more often, and it would be best if she stayed there permanently.

"I'll have the servants clean up the best room for you. When winter is completely over, I'll build you a house that belongs to you and you can decorate it according to your own ideas. How about that?"

"I still have a job."

"Everybody has a job, kid. But you have to stay somewhere - where do you live now?"

"The house behind the courtroom. There are many wooden houses there. It's free."

"…Not a good choice." He saw Roland tilt his head slightly and teased like a child: "The heir of the Shelley family has only one chance to live in those broken logs in this life - that is, when he completely acquires the Tribunal."

This tone is much stronger than Randolph Taylor.

In terms of courage.

"You may not have seen Bellos Taylor, young man." When he heard Roland mention "Taylor", his eyes narrowed into slits and he looked at the handsome young man again: "When he was young, the old man said that if he joined forces with me, maybe he could buy half of Britain after twenty years of hard work..."

"Now, I have been guarding the harbor all day, and I have lost my ambition..."

He did not hide his familiarity with Bellos in his words. For the two who had known each other for decades and were both enemies and friends, irony was also a kind of praise: "He was smart and knew to hand over the property to a talented heir earlier..."

As he was talking, he suddenly looked at the girl who was already a little impatient.

"The Shelleys also have their own businesses."

"I'm very busy every day," Rose knew what was going to happen next. She thought she was just a 'fake', why bother doing such troublesome work, "Mr. Shelley, I'm very busy. Besides, it was agreed that I would only attend a few banquets with you..."

The old man did not force her, but just recited a few numbers.

"The annual income needs someone to keep an eye on it. I'm old and tired, and my eyesight is getting worse. Alas, perhaps, the final fate of the Shelley family is to be swindled away by the housekeeper or hired help..."

Rose glanced at Roland.

Since she was now in charge of the "Fountain of Youth", she had come into contact with some knowledge related to "management" - just a little bit.

But this little bit is enough for appearance.

"That's impossible."

She shook her head: "Don't you keep accounts?"

Look, the rabbit chases the bullet.

Old Shelley sighed and said, "There are many things to say about the accounts, child. This is why I need an heir to intimidate them. If you can really help, the Shelley family can save at least 100,000 pounds every year..."

"Perhaps, for a single round of cooperation, I should give you one tenth of it as a reward for your contribution?"

Rose looked at Roland again and said hesitantly:

"... Let's make it clear first, sir. I can't... read." She lifted her hair, showing shame for the first time, and her voice was much lower: "... but, but I am learning."

James looked at Rose as if she were a prey that had stepped into a trap: "The most common thing in the Shelley family is teachers, kid."

"As long as you are willing to learn."

(End of this chapter)