The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 765 Ch.764 The Correct Law

The bottom floor of Noti’s Golden Lamp is the cargo warehouse and the beauty’s petri dish.

Usually, the purchased goods would go directly to the bottom floor through the entrance at the other end. These goods would be kept here for a period of time and trained into various "meals" for guests to choose from - until they are qualified, they would be led out through the narrow road that Roland came from.

Start another hellish journey in life.

After leaving the body, Peter Heller showed them how vast the place was: almost the entire ground floor and the basement level combined.

Iron cages, dried feces and blood stains can be seen everywhere.

finger.

Or a used up torso.

Two years old, three years old, all the way to fifteen or sixteen years old.

In front of a certain area, the thin guard leading the way said the name.

'Fairy Paradise'.

He said.

The scene does not need to be described in detail.

Roland walked around inside for several times, and suddenly realized from the iron cage and the rotten meat on the cage that there is actually not much difference between humans and animals: if you raise a six-month-old dog and raise it until it is four or five years old.

Just one command and it knows exactly what to do for you.

The same goes for people.

Even smarter and better able to assess the situation.

Compared to Fairyland, the cultists at the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, or what Anne Vansittart did, it was almost kind.

"I find it hard to believe that this was done by the Orthodox—"

Roland glanced at Shandel.

The girl was swinging a three-year-old dog back and forth, chasing York all over the ground - the latter was barking like a chipmunk that had seen a brown bear.

Mouth full of vomit that doesn't have to worry about wintering.

“You should say that it would be hard to achieve this scale if it weren’t legal.”

Fairy Paradise is just an appetizer soup.

These children, who were used to satisfy their common habits, were not abused too much, and their environment was acceptable - compared to what Roland saw later, they could even be called happy.

The second area is noticeably stickier.

They specially used large-grain anti-slip stone slabs to facilitate washing and cleaning.

Just like a fish market at the pier, there are fish parts everywhere.

The bottles and jars were not cooked or marinated with any expensive spices, and each one had a pink note attached with cute little handwriting:

'Powdered, male, March, processed.'

If the 'Fairy Paradise' mentioned above is mostly consumed by men, the main consumers of the 'Fish Market' are women - unfortunately, each of these ceramic jars, which are closest to 'gods', newly born or in line with the prescriptions prescribed by some family doctors, is very expensive.

"Mummy pink? That's way out, sir."

The thin guard whispered.

The air is dry.

A strong smell of blood permeated the medicinal aroma.

"...Many ladies are keen on this. They believe that some of it is brought from the womb and can make people rejuvenated..."

Shandel walked around the counter and looked through their shipping orders.

Interestingly, the recipes of these rejuvenating medicines vary greatly.

Some use the blood and hearts of sixteen-year-olds, others use the hair and skin of less than three-year-olds - each has its own method of rejuvenation.

Shandel watched with great interest.

"…It says here that there is a girl who suffers from hysteria and twitches every night. She can only sleep peacefully if she is covered with a blanket made of the tendons of girls born on the same day and year as her. Did you really do that?"

The thin guard forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "…Miss, that's just a lie."

"Did you fool her? Or was she fooled?" Shandel tapped the thick leather book with his knuckles. "This order made a profit of 1,500 pounds."

She had recently been studying the "Organology" that Roland had given her, and most of the records on the delivery note were extremely fake.

"What's the difference, miss? They did something so filthy, is there any difference between who is fooling whom?"

The thin guard cried:

"I watch this all day, and my heart is about to die... Thank you for your kindness..."

Roland patted his shoulder and comforted him softly: "Go and talk to Him in person later."

As a result, this sentence caused trouble.

A few minutes later.

The pious guard, who began to piss and shit in his pants, refused to move even a step forward - he knelt in his own excrement, crying and begging for his life.

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Peter Helle looked at Roland helplessly.

'Can't you wait until it's over before you talk?'

'I thought he was tougher than he looked...'

Without the guards, you have to rely on yourself for the rest of the journey.

Fortunately, the largest area of ​​the entire floor was behind them, and there was only one way ahead of them - a slightly downward slope that pushed people to an even darker long cellar, and mold began to grow in the cracks between the broken bricks.

Peter Heller raised his arms.

The oil lamp illuminated the muddy ground underfoot.

There was excrement everywhere.

And the children squatting next to the excrement, living with rats and cockroaches.

The girl squatting in the corner was picking at the thorns of the hemp rope between her toes. When Roland passed by, she just looked up for a moment with a wooden face, and then she focused again on the hemp rope that was pricking her and making her feel painful and itchy.

Flies buzzed around in the urine and sour smell, occasionally hitting their faces or hair.

The air here is much more humid than in the 'fish market'. Every few steps, you can see some wooden barrels and damaged bowls filled with turbid gray liquid - and some particulate matter that someone must know the taste of.

The children were all chained.

The feet or hands are locked, and the other end is hung on an iron ring chiseled in the cracks between the bricks.

From time to time, the corridor was filled with the sounds of coughing, crying and whispering. They were separated by color and batches - different flights, different batches, different genders or some characteristics that only they knew clearly.

This is simpler and clearer than the previous two areas: the 'embryo' that has not yet been used.

Many people still smelled of the salty sea breeze.

"The best is the Fairy Paradise. Although it's a bit painful, you won't die within a year or two - but there is an age limit."

Peter Heller held the lamp high.

"The second is the 'herb shop'. If you are lucky, you can only leave an arm, or a hair, or an eyeball, but at least you can still live..."

"The worst is a living sacrifice."

He said.

"Specially provided as 'meat sheep' to those young masters and ladies, to help them play that cruel cult game..."

The sound echoed in the dark cell, easily shattering the sobs and swallowing.

Everyone quietly hugged their legs and huddled in the darkness, avoiding the faint candlelight that passed through flesh and blood - they knew exactly what it meant to be chosen by the candlelight.

"Legal."

Roland stated softly.

"Correct, Collins."

Peter Heller said.

From the moment he entered the door until now, even the dumbest person would have realized that this was not his first time here.