The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 47: The Wizard

"Witchcraft... or maybe a trick."

Cherry Chloe found a good viewing position and whispered to Roland, "...It is said that he has great magical powers. Roland, help me take a look."

"lady?"

"I'm not..." She pointed to her ears, "I always hear strange noises and can't sleep well. Maybe this sorcerer can do something..."

“You should go to the church for help.”

Cherry rolled her eyes at him and said, "Haven't I already asked you for help?"

The wizard - let's call him the wizard.

He had already finished a show when Cherry and Roland came in.

"Ladies! Now comes the main event—"

The man selected among the women who were eager to try, and chose a short lady and asked her to come over.

"I have never performed this trick in front of other people. Today is the first time."

He turned around several times, explained to the people around him, and then took out a pocket watch from the lining.

A gold bracelet is attached to the index and middle fingers, with the dial hanging down.

"Come on, let me take a look at you..."

He did not touch the woman who was cooperating with the performance. Instead, he kept an arm's length away and just hung the pocket watch in front of the woman's eyes.

Gently shake it up...

晃…

"The All-Father is watching you..."

"Close your eyes slowly..."

"follow me…"

He was muttering irrelevant words, his voice becoming quieter and quieter.

He shook his pocket watch and walked slowly beside the woman with her eyes closed.

His voice was low and magnetic, and in the small room, even the sounds of everyone's breathing made way for him.

Makes people sleepy.

"Lack of oxygen, idiot."
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You are just smart.

"Of course."
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Enjoy it, it's very interesting.
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I've never seen a juggler before.

"What did you see?" The sorcerer suddenly stopped, stood in front of the woman and asked softly.

“I saw the light…”

The woman seemed to be controlled by someone. She opened her arms, raised her head, and muttered to herself towards the ceiling: "Bright light... a door..."

"That is the All-Father's Eden, ma'am."

The man persuaded: "Go forward, as graceful as you are. Go forward, gently push it open..."

The woman really made a move to push the door.

Then, his face flushed strangely.

"what--"

She began to tremble all over and her voice became increasingly undignified.

"That is the All-Father—"

“He kissed me…”

Snapped!
The sorcerer snapped his fingers: just like the click of a gas lamp knob, the crisp sound suddenly woke up the intoxicated woman, she opened her eyes wide and hugged her arms.

There was a meaningful giggle from the women all around.

"The ladies' private play is much more exciting than the men's."

Roland was speechless.

"Come on down, Grete, and don't get the carpet wet."

"I'm glad I wasn't chosen, oops..."

"That's wonderful, sir!"

Everyone applauded very restrainedly, and the man bowed gracefully.

"Again!"

"Come again sir! We haven't seen enough!"

"The night is long!"

Everyone was encouraging him, and the sorcerer in the center looked embarrassed.

"Yes, let's do it again. You have to let these ladies see enough, otherwise, when they go back and tell their husbands or fathers about it..." As the owner of the salon, Cherry's words are the most useful. "Let's enjoy it again."

The wizard sighed, twisted the watch chain a few times, looked around, and then fixed his eyes on Cherry. He extended his hand and invited: "...Mrs. Chloe."

The women began to laugh and make noises.

Many ladies who were familiar with Cherry also gently pushed her back with their fingers.

Cherry was helpless. She turned her head and glared at her friends, then compromised with the wizard and said, "Well, don't make me look bad in public, otherwise, I won't forgive you."

The man smiled and nodded.

Cherry asked Roland to stay where he was while she walked forward, dragging her skirt.

The steps are the same as the previous lady.

Just stand still, then, and look at the pocket watch...

Close your eyes slowly.

Just then, Roland felt something was wrong.

His "spiritual vision" allows him to perceive 'dreams' seeping into reality, and to see mysteries gradually emerging.

In the sight, circles of white waves are mixed with a hint of red.

That was the ritualist's method. Someone was wantonly spreading his "secret", causing it to spread throughout the room, gradually forming -

What Fernandez and Enid had taught him:
"field"

Before I knew it, the colors in the room gradually faded, and all the decorations in sight became faded.

Dreamland.

Ritualist.

Scarlet Tide.

Roland was stunned for a moment: no matter how many times he sensed it, he got the same regrettable result - the "secret" and "field" of this wizard gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Yes, absolutely, for sure.

He had seen and was familiar with the 'color' of this power.

Roland sniffed hard, and beneath the rich perfume was a foul smell that could not be concealed.

This place will soon become a maze from which no mortal can escape.

"The All-Father is watching you..."

"Close your eyes slowly..."

"follow me…"

Roland touched his inner pocket and scanned the entire house.

He moved quietly to the lonely girl - no one was willing to stand with Beatrice Taylor.

"Miss Taylor."

The blonde girl with purple-blue eyes puffed up her cheeks and took a big sip of juice. Seeing Roland talking to her, she hurriedly swallowed the liquid in her mouth and coughed a few times.

"Ahem...beautiful——"

"Hush." Roland put his index finger to his lips: "Do me a favor, Miss Taylor."

"Oh."

"Can you go get me a glass of grape juice outside the door?"

Beatrice looked up at Roland, then looked down at the water glass; then she looked at the water glass, then at Roland.

She reluctantly pushed the juice in her hand to the boy.

Roland: ...

"How can she have blonde hair?"

"Blue! It has to be blue!"

Roland didn't know what it was talking about. Miss Nina probably didn't have the time to tell him many stories.

"Your hair should be blue, too, Roland."
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It doesn't feel like a good thing, wrench.

"I want to drink grape juice. Can you do me a favor?" Roland smiled and pushed the cup back. "Your brother and I are friends, so we are also friends."

Beatrice tilted her head, her deep blue-purple eyes calm and deep: “I will make it rain on the street.”

Roland smiled: "I like rainy days."

"Oh."

She was much happier, holding the cup, and stumbling toward the door.

"You like rainy days, Roland. I didn't know you had this hobby. Do you prefer rainy days with stronger flavors or lighter flavors?"
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You are so disgusting.

"You were the one who got sick first."
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I am trying to save people.

"Then why don't you save these women? There are so many innocent people around you."

Roland gradually stopped smiling and looked around calmly.

No answer.

He walked past the ladies one by one, gradually approaching the stage in front.

At this point, the 'performance' has reached the most critical moment.

"You saw a door...right?"

The wizard still uses the same rhetoric.

Cherry was like a jellyfish floating in the sea, her arms swinging aimlessly in the air.

The expression looks painful: "The door... is a door..."

Got here.

Everything is different.