The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 805 Ch.804 Ashes and Lies
A priest with golden eyes and dark hair.

A cute lady with gray hair and doll-like appearance.

There was also a silent slave.

There were only three people in the carriage.

Jim Walker didn't know the names of the two ladies, he just heard the gentleman introduce himself.

"Collins."

He said.

"Mr. Budge may not have made it clear to you. We need you to provide some clues about the two weapons - with any luck, you will only see our side."

Roland gestured and asked Halida to untie the cloth bag standing in the corner.

"I also promise you: no matter whether your answer is helpful to us or not, you will be able to return to wherever you want in good condition - as long as you don't lie."

The voice paused.

"May I?"

This light-hearted "May I?" is not a question.

Jim Walker swallowed again.

His mouth was dry and his brain felt dizzy, as if he were drunk.

The carriage seemed to move forward.

But I don’t know where the destination is.

“…I, I’ll tell you everything, sir.”

Jim Walker sat on a low stool like those commonly found in public carriages, and shrank himself as small as possible: he did not dare to look up, but only stared at the patterns on the carpet, which were distorted as the carriage was rubbed by some force.

He felt as if he had been dropped into a vat of concentrated acid.

Melting like an ice crystal.

The shape is no longer controlled.

"very good."

He listened to the man.

Accompanied by the rustling sound of silk cloth rubbing against each other.

Two rusty scimitars were pushed into view.

For an instant.

Those dizziness and changing forms were instantly swallowed up by the cold current emanating from the soles of the feet.

He shuddered.

Almost jumped off the stool!

"I have no idea!"

The young man shouted loudly, and then quickly glanced at Roland to observe his expression: "I...I don't know, sir."

He recovered quickly and added hastily:
"You frightened me, sir. I thought you were going to cut me with this knife and make me confess some bad thing I didn't do."

Roland made a fist with one hand and poked the side of his face with it, while he placed the other hand on his leg and knocked it again and again.

"Oh."

"So."

"You've naturally never heard of the nickname 'Iron Lily'."

Jim Walker clenched his fists.

The jingling silver jewelry on her wrist was revealed.

There are at least seven or eight.

It's either the anchor or the rudder.

"I think you should take my word for it, Mr. Walker. I just want answers. I have no interest in your life."

Jim Walker gritted his teeth.

He indeed had a clear conscience.

He shouldn't have lost his life because of it.

He is a law-abiding citizen who has never done anything bad. He had a miserable childhood, but he did not indulge in misery and become decadent. He worked harder than anyone else, striving to improve himself and constantly fighting.

Too much has been paid, including at a high price in terms of dignity.

That’s how we are today.

He has a clear conscience.

Even if he talked about ten years ago, the past that he wanted to curse for the rest of his life, he would still say:

Have a clear conscience.

"Okay."

Jim Walker's head snapped up and glared at the man in front of him.

"Okay."

He said.

"I didn't do anything wrong. If you really want to know, I'll tell you - you can be fair, right?" He pointed to the scimitar on the silk cloth held by the female slave.

"I have seen these two scimitars."

He said.

"In the factory. My mother stole it from the factory owner's room. She was greedy and stupid. She tried to keep the stolen goods for herself, but ended up..."

Since they were talking about the factory, Jim Walker told Roland what happened ten years ago.

"It was a hell, sir. You know, ten years ago, there was no law to protect them, and no one cared about their lives. My mother and I worked day and night in the factory without sunlight..."

He said.

"I found an opportunity to escape and lost a foot as a result."

It seems that many key points have been skipped.

"It sounds like you hate your mother."

"Why shouldn't I?" Jim Walker sneered, "She betrayed me, a noble act of justice, but only to save her own life. My Lord, no mother should die for her child, but no child should sacrifice for a mother who keeps hurting her, don't you think?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Fair."

Jim Walker's face looked better. "She kept hurting me, trying to make me sacrifice myself and die for her. I didn't want to, but I wouldn't hurt her like she hurt me. I just found a chance to escape, and escape far away..."

"As for her life or death."

"That depends on her own ability."

After listening to this, Roland nodded slowly: "I understand, Mr. Walker."

He stopped asking questions after he finished speaking and just answered the words of the woman beside him as the carriage rocked.

"…'Left over from the ancestors of the Anchel family' - this scimitar was in the hands of a woman ten years ago." Shandel made a pitiful expression towards Roland: "I was deceived, Roland."

Roland was helpless: "They have already paid the price for their lies, dear."

"That's because they are too obsessed with pleasure... Roland, we clearly went to help his son out of trouble, but he lied to us. How shameless..." Shandel puffed up his cheeks: "I couldn't sleep well or eat well those days. I was thinking about how to save them all day long... but all I got was lies."

Halida glanced silently.

Try your best for what?
"This is normal."

Roland studiously ignored the topic of 'salvation': "Anchel is just a microcosm of something much bigger."

The more Jim Walker listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

he…

This Collins.

To ...

Do you believe him?

Isn't it necessary to question and inquire again and again?

No one with a normal brain would just listen to it once and... believe it, right?

"…grown ups."

Jim Walker couldn't help but feel his heart beating so hard that he said in a trembling voice, "...you believe what I say."

"I don't believe it." Roland replied casually.

Jim: ?
B, but…?
"I'm just asking, Mr. Walker. I will read the truth with my own eyes - if you are not lying, then no one can take your life. Do you remember my promise before?"

How do you know if I'm lying?

Jim Walker was complaining when the carriage trembled.

They arrived.

The black slave pushed him roughly and drove him out of the car.

Before my eyes was a cemetery shrouded in gray fog.

Iron railings were used here and a wall was built.

There were wooden notices stuck into the mud, and a number of broken, slanted metal frames of unknown purpose piled up everywhere.

What's special is.

Everything I saw seemed to have traces of flames on its surface.

Scorch marks, discolored lines.

The gravekeeper came trotting over, bowed and whispered a few words to Roland, then tactfully made way for him and led his two sons into the woods.

Jim felt more and more that something was wrong.

he…

I seem to remember where this place is.

"It seems that this nightmare is tearing at your conscience all the time, Mr. Lloyd."

The slightly teasing tone pierced Jim Walker's heart like a long-frozen ice spike.

With empty eyes, he took half a step forward into the dust in the fog.

I couldn't tell whether what hit my face was dust or not.

Still ashes.

(End of this chapter)