The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 398: Riddler Delis
James Shelley handed the mystery box to Roland - of course, through his hands, and the ultimate goal was still the Inquisition.

This behavior will undoubtedly make the church unhappy...

But that's about it.

After all, the mystery box eventually fell into the hands of the Holy Cross.

Enid might not care about this metal box that could not be eaten or drunk and was of no use except for hitting people - the box must not remain in the hands of Shelley or Roland for fifty years, that would be too stupid.

However, the mystery box will remain in Roland's hands for one night before being handed over to the Inquisition.

one night.

enough.

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[Name] Delis's Dawnbreaker Box

[Type]: Strange Item (Alien/Ghost/Ritualist)
[Description]: A rare item made by Saint Delis.

It is difficult for the uninformed to imagine the extent to which the great and learned ritualists are capable of—for example, of producing a particular magical object.

Those who hold the Dawnbreaker's Box must pay with sinful blood in order to glimpse the truth.

(Some special, almost extinct alien blood)

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What on earth is Saint Delis thinking?
Roland stared at the 'conditions' in front of him, deeply confused.

If she was the savior, the destroyer of 'evil', she should have let the angel kill her in Bristol.

If she acknowledges her existence...

How could the Bristol tragedy happen?
Roland doesn't like this kind of condescending test...

That's right.

Roland could conclude that this so-called "special, almost extinct" thing was definitely the golden color flowing in his body, the extremely yang seed that the ancient angel made him drink in Bristol.

One ring after another.

Maybe it's a test, maybe it's worry.

Roland cut his fingers in the silence of the wrench.

With a 'click' sound.

The cold metal in his arms shed its layers of clothing like the most sophisticated machine, revealing gears of various sizes beneath the criss-crossing gold patterns.

They meshed with each other and drove each other, revealing their complete selves to Roland through the sound of their delicate rotation.

The metal burst open, revealing—

That is…

Two old leather-bound books.

One is grey and the other is black.

It is worth noting that the name of the black book is clearly marked, so that the person who opens the mystery box can immediately know what he has obtained:
The Secret of Skillful Hands

This book records a special kind of knowledge that may not have appeared in the world yet, in a language that Roland has never seen but can understand:
How to "crack" and "tear apart" the "field" created by the ritualist.

This knowledge should be classified as a great art, belonging to the "esoteric arts", a precious treasure that has not yet been found by the lucky ones and may be wandering in the world of sleep.

If one acquires such power, the "field" will no longer have any restrictive power over the ritualist.

Roland weighed it and looked at the other gray one.

The cover is empty.

After opening it, it was full of handwritten words.

Very beautiful words.

These diary-like soliloquies also gave Roland a not-so-clear answer to his long-standing speculation.

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"I really shouldn't have embarked on the path of a hero."

"When a person loses his freedom and lives entirely on hope and others, where is not hell?"

"If you who are reading these words have wings."

"Well, this is the last time."

"I don't know your name, your gender, or even whether you are human."

"That's right."

"Just as you thought."

"It's all what you think - I can't leave that word in my diary, but you probably hate that word very much, right?"

"I can only apologize to you quietly, as a secret between us."

"Since I can't be sure whether the mystery box will fall into the hands of someone who shouldn't have it, you who have read this can only guess what I am going to say - if you are the one, we should have a tacit understanding."

……

Roland turned the page.

……

"Just as you thought."

"Use your brain to ponder my thoughts." "Some strange things in the Land of Wings will get worse in the near future - you can think bolder, bolder than the roses in words."

"I left many fragments in the puzzle box, my memories, or parts of my soul or knowledge."

"If you find it, if anyone else finds it, open it, you can see the power."

"But I hope you can find it."

"Please don't worry, that situation is still far away for you."

"If you believe and guess what I want to say, you will definitely go looking for the puzzle box I left behind."

"Or you give up."

"Be content with the status quo."

"Then, this will also be the answer that fate will give me."

"I can guarantee this: for me, I can accept either path - I have tried my best."

"I rebelled against fate, and I also obeyed it."

"If you read this and vaguely understand what I'm going to tell you, or start to get angry at me, or become curious..."

"I can give you a hint."

……

Roland saw a line of small words at the bottom.

……

"Soon, something interesting will be discovered in your world, and that discovery...or invention will affect everyone...even the entire world."

……

Roland flipped through it.

the last page.

Gone.

There is blank space behind.

Roland flipped over a few more times, his face more serious than ever before.
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wrench.

"Um?"
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I.
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Didn't understand.

"..."

"Me too."

Bai Yan was extremely annoyed, and Roland's eyes were burning with anger.

"Is there something wrong with Delis?"

"Riddler: People who have children will definitely have three eyes!"

"'Use your brain to figure out my thoughts' - figure out your thoughts, is that the price of being a brave man and not being able to speak properly?"

Roland: ...

You seem angrier than I am.

"I hate guessing riddles the most in my life."

"How annoying."
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wrench.

"what."
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Something green and soft.

"Enid's panties."

Roland: ...
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It's vegetables, stupid.

"It's all the same. You like it."

Roland: ...

I actually lost!

The frustrated young man threw down his notes and began to ponder how he could make a comeback tonight.

"I think there's nothing wrong with Delis choosing you."

"The one who doesn't speak human language chose the one who can speak but never speaks human language."
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What a hassle. I hate guessing riddles too.
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Besides, I don't consider myself a 'hero' or anything like that... Um, a new generation of heroes? It sounds like my peaceful life is about to end.

"Think carefully about what has happened since you came to London—"

"You call this a peaceful life."
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At least I don't have to chase that puzzle box around the world.
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Oh, I think I still have to find a way to jump through history.
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In addition to Therese, there is also Saint Archimedes.

Thinking of this, Roland stretched out his arms and fell straight onto the bed.

Bang.

"I'm so tired, Wrench."

The white snake head emerged from the cuffs of his sleeves and swam up his arm to Roland's chest.

'Father?'

"I'm so tired, Candle."

'I'm going hunting!'

"...just give me a kiss...ok...no, not my nose, little wax...and not my upper lip."

(End of this chapter)