The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 532 Ch.531 Some Past Part 2

The process of 'picking up' the dust was simpler and more painless than Mason Lyle thought.

And very fast.

In the blink of an eye, the genie in the bottle was full - its belly was visibly bulging. And Mason Lyle himself is feeling good.

he felt.

Nothing in this world can stop him.

The problems of the past, the pain of the past were all due to the weakness of a fool. Now, he is not afraid!

He's awesome.

'I finally did the right thing. ’ he murmured.

But the genie in the bottle laughed more and more crazily. The voice like a hoarse old woman sounded chilling, but Mason Lyle was no longer hesitant or afraid. Because he knows what it wants -

A little powder.

It won't eat itself, or tempt itself to pull the cork out of a bottle and unleash some soul-devouring evil.

This is a reasonable deal.

Pay a little bit of soul powder in exchange for status, power, money and women, in exchange for a life of peace and luck.

What an excellent deal.

Monsters are not as smart as anyone. Humans wouldn't make such a deal.

‘So, how do I continue my business and my supposedly brilliant future? ’ he asked the satiated goblin.

But the goblin was silent. His dark eyes stared directly at the mortals outside the bottle.

‘Ah, I understand, you want some more powder, right? It seems to me that you are full. ’ Mason Lyle raised his chin. Now, every move he makes is so comfortable and confident - he will no longer feel inferior because of some people's eyes or sad because of their whispers.

He was born a proud and successful genius.

He is handsome, elegant and physically strong.

He was a man of extraordinary conversation, able to charm every lady and their husband or mistress.

He can, if he wants to.

‘Get first, give later. ’

The goblin chirped a few times and smiled even more happily.

‘What do you want me to do for you? ’

‘Tell me where to go next to continue my success. ’ asked Mason Lyle.

then.

The goblin showed him a way.

It was a port city.

The port is constantly handling large amounts of cargo every day, and the ocean-going ships are as numerous as the worker ants in an ant nest. Mason Lyle followed its advice and set off for the port.

then.

Of course he was successful again.

He is more confident and thinks he is better.

‘Next, tell me quickly, tell me where the next success is! ’

Also becoming more and more anxious.

The goblin went crazy with excitement.

‘Go to London. ’ It said, ‘It’s time to go to London, Mason Lyall. ’

London is unlike any other city.

There was golden honey and sweet milk flowing everywhere.

The men there are more elegant, richer, and more knowledgeable, and the women there are more beautiful, softer, and smell richer.

Mason Lyle was startled.

‘That’s London! ’

The Goblin disagreed: 'That's just London. ’

Mason Lyle knew that no matter how long he hesitated, he would eventually follow the goblin's advice.

He thought about the future for half the night, played with the woman's neck ring and soft flesh, and then fell asleep with her in his arms.

The next day, he took his 'children' and set off for London.

then.

He was successful again.

But there is something bad about London.

It's too big, too busy.

It is too easy for an increasingly expanding heart to feel its own insignificance.

Mason Lyle was troubled.

‘I’m not rich enough. ’

he said.

‘Find me an opportunity to make money. ’ Now, he doesn’t have to say to the monster in the bottle, ‘Please give me——’ but directly command, ‘Give me something’, or ‘Give me something quickly’.

He pays the price anyway.

Why should I behave like my submissive self before and salute a monster?

‘Find me an opportunity to make money, big money. ’

he ordered. The goblin touched his belly. Every time he eats, he is extremely excited.

'Of course, Mason Lyle. ’ It slowly approached the crystal bottle, letting its twisted and sharp face touch the bottle, ‘Of course I will give you such an opportunity—an opportunity within half a month, an opportunity to make a lot of money. ’

It told Mason Lyle that an investment was taking off recently.

A good investment that he may not have noticed.

'You can't put in more than a thousand pounds. ’

said the goblin.

‘This investment must be stopped within half a month. Recover all principal. ’

it said.

‘Go! Go make big money! ’

Sure enough.

Soon he heard about this investment from the friends he met. And within a few days, the news spread widely in investment circles.

Ocean trade.

Mysterious organization.

A group of 'students' who are not interested in making money, just 'research'.

'I made fifty-three pounds! ’

The circus ringmaster, whose investment paid off, held up the envelope and danced around the tent.

The goblin was in low spirits.

'I told you. Within one thousand pounds, within half a month. ’

Mason Lyle’s eyes became brighter and brighter.

soon.

Letters piled up in his mailbox.

Fifty-three pounds, one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, two hundred pounds, three hundred pounds.

The more he invested, the more he got back.

The goblin's laughter became more and more strange.

He was confident that this business might be an 'exception' - he could do it for a longer period of time, he had calculated.

If it lasted for a month, he could completely disband the circus and not live with these deformed monsters all day long.

He could buy a big house, or even make up the numbers and barely get a big manor: maid, coachman, and errand boy.

He longed for such a life.

He was also confident that he could do it with his own ability.

'I'll invest another half a month. ' He said, 'Maybe you're too cautious. '

The goblin looked at him for a long time, and said in a strange tone: 'Ah, maybe. '

Half a month.

The business took a sharp turn for the worse.

The group of people...

disappeared.

Without a trace.

Just like white blood in the powder room of life, the door was swung up for half the night, and it was absorbed without a trace. And when you wake up with your hands full of blood, there is only a disgusting secretion left.

Mason Lyle took out a loan from the bank.

He used the circus as collateral.

Now, he lost.

‘You didn’t tell me I couldn’t do it! Thank you! I was deceived by a monster in a bottle - no, you didn’t deceive me, and you couldn’t deceive a truly intelligent, noble-minded human being! ’

He paced in the tent, stepping on his own insults with every step.

‘I just didn’t notice, didn’t notice the lies of a dirty, shameless little monster like you! I trusted you, I trusted you so much, and thought you were helping me sincerely! But you, but you! ’

He turned around and put his hands on his hips.

‘But what did you do! ’

The goblin just smiled at him and responded to the insults with a sharp laugh.

It danced in the bottle like Mason Lyle, its thorny palms clapping, its hairy feet stepping, and its face spinning and wriggling like a vortex! ’Mason Lyle made a mistake! Mason Lyle made a mistake! ’

It sings.

‘He lost his business, and the circus was taken away by the bank! ’

‘He lost his position, and became the talk of the town! ’

‘He has nothing! He is living on the streets! A walking corpse! ’

Mason Lyle is so angry that he wants to smash it.

But before he can do that, he has to face the debt collector who comes to visit.

A woman who has ‘taken away’ his circus.

A young woman.