The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 735: The Price of the Immortal and the Beasts

But Roland went anyway.

Went to Darwin's house.

After they had a good nap, took a short walk around town, and had dinner - he sneaked into Darwin's room like a man having an affair.

——This description is a bit subtle, but it is definitely similar.

"Although I don't want to have an affair with someone like you, nor do I want to marry a woman like Fernandez."

Darwin just sat on the bed and laughed.

He was cleaning his pipe, holding the bowl in one hand and with the other hand pinching a piece of hemp paper he had gotten from downstairs and twisting it into a stick.

After years of wandering, this man who should have been in his prime looked a little old. Not only was his skin rough, but if you looked closely, you could see many scars on his body.

"It's not an easy journey, Mr. Collins."

He sighed.

"Fortunately, everything is over... My mission is over too. I want to thank so many people, but I can only thank them shamelessly verbally - in return, I caused such a big mess... It's really not what a gentleman should do..."

Roland was half leaning against the table, his legs crossed and swinging.

"For the truth?"

"Ah... That's right. For the truth, Mr. Collins." The scholar's face, eroded by wind and frost or disease, was no longer ruddy, but when it came to truth and mission, he never compromised in his life: "That is the mission of the wise."

"I think the Maelstrom cultists are about to hate you - did they... expel you?"

"That's not expulsion, young sir," Darwin said happily. "There is no expulsion in the Maelstrom, only judgment. I guess that's why you're here."

"We may not be thorough."

"Then I hope you'll be all right. I also want to go back to see my daughter. My daughter was born two years ago."

When talking about children, the old scholar's face revealed a hint of tenderness that was different from academic conversations.

"I named him Annie."

He couldn't stop laughing, and used the cleaning rod happily: "If you see her, you must also say that she is a beautiful girl... Oh, sorry."

Roland didn't care: "The ritualists don't use their eyes."

"Yeah, we're always so magical."

As soon as the ritualists were involved, Darwin became somewhat silent - perhaps he anticipated his own rough fate, the difficulties after returning to London, the shame of asking the monarch to resist the sword... or perhaps something else.

Roland didn't know that these smart people always had countless things to think about.

“But is this magic really related to the gods?”

"The Grand Ceremony..." Darwin pursed his cigarette holder, "The difference between the Crown God and the non-Crown God - let's assume that the Crown God is involved in every Grand Ceremony. Mr. Collins, does this prove that the ritualists of the non-Crown God path can possess great power without the need for gods?"

Roland understood what Darwin was trying to say.

If people could obtain power without the help of gods, even if there were some shortcomings...

So, where exactly is their greatness?

"They are asleep."

"Oh, is there any difference between this and not sleeping?"

Roland folded his hands: "It seems that you don't want to see Annie anymore."

Darwin was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Let's change the subject."

Scholars always like to get to the bottom of things.

So religion does not welcome scholars.

'Give your faith to God the Father and give yourself to me' - obviously these true scholars cannot do either the first or the second sentence.

The second half of the story that Darwin didn't finish is actually even more terrifying.

But this speculation goes far beyond the consequences of evolution.

A chilling lie.

He didn't even dare to think too deeply.

"I have never been able to find out, Mr. Darwin. What exactly is required of the ritualists of the Great Vortex? I have met several natural walkers, and I have not found any more obvious, unified characteristics in them."

Roland's words interrupted his thoughts.

"'The Immortal' and 'The Herd'?" Darwin winked playfully. "Take a guess, Mr. Collins."

"About nature..."

"Of course not. In fact, you may not think that in terms of "qualification", what the "Undying" and "The Herd" need has nothing to do with nature at all - our views on nature and all things are derived from the teachings of the Great Vortex and the changes we have experienced after coming into contact with the "power"..."

"You can also call it twisted."

Darwin exhaled a puff of light smoke and uttered a simple yet heavy word with a mixed tone.

"like."

"…Feel sorry?"

"Love, Mr. Collins. Whether it's the Immortal or the Herd, the "qualification" we use to climb up is "love" - ​​surging, endless, like a drumbeat, like a heartbeat, never-ending..."

"like."

This is another twisted road.

"So you may understand why Beast Fang is more orthodox in the factional struggle between Beast Fang and Tree Mother. They are not entirely wrong when they say that Tree Mother is a hypocritical agent."

Roland asked him which faction he belonged to.

Darwin smiled and said that he was not qualified to join any faction.

"I don't think there will be any chance in the future...Mr. Collins?"

Roland stared at the glass window quietly.

A crow landed outside the window.

Two.

Three.

A flock of birds seemed to be circling above the third floor like a dark cloud.

"This is--"

Before Darwin could exclaim, these strange black-feathered birds with sharp beaks slammed into the glass one after another like sharp arrows!

Boom!

Boom…

Snap!

Roland pounced on Darwin and pulled him off the bed, and the two of them rolled into the gap between the bed and the wall.

The next moment, a strong wind blew!

…………

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"Lord Westwick?"

A man with long gray hair was standing on the street not far away.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky.

All was quiet.

A dim light shone through several arched glass panels.

"Since the beginning of the lie, the arrogance and ignorance of these people are always more conspicuous than their uniforms."

Florian stood still with his head bowed.

Crows flew through the night fog.

The green-robed man behind him bowed slightly, with a red-eyed crow standing on his shoulder.

"Let's get started."

"…yes."

The green-robed man turned his head and whispered to the crows on his shoulder. He raised his hands and made a strange gesture - soon, the flock of crows turned into a sharp knife or a ram that could be driven by people: a living group of beasts that could help them achieve their goals.

Westwick bent down slowly and picked a few boat-shaped leaves from the bush and held them in his palm.

When the sound of breaking glass completely broke the peaceful silence, he spread out his palms and blew gently at the broken city gate.

The sharp blades penetrated into the storm rushing forward like a long and thin blade channel!