The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 766 Ch.7 Helle and Courage (Additional)

Mentioned before.

It is illegal to sell or buy a living (or dead) baby without permission.

However, this will not happen if you purchase from the Ring of Eternal Silence.

But the Ring of Eternal Silence never bothers the living - where do their "materials" come from?

"That's why we can overturn the Golden Lamp of Noti, but we can only overturn it."

Peter Heller knelt on one knee, picked up a rotten rat and threw it gently into the darkness.

The indescribable crawling and biting sounds will give rise to endless fear fantasies.

——These tied-up creatures are more frightening to the executive officers than monsters with seven or eight legs.

"The Noti Golden Lamp is not only in London."

Peter Heller said.

Roland shook his arm gently. In the darkness, a cold hand held him.

"The agents of the gods spread the fire of light to the world, and at the same time, they should also get some 'insignificant' rewards... Sometimes I am also confused. Can people really live without faith? Collins, people can live without faith, but they are always trapped in the cage of faith..."

He spoke in the darkness filled with mosquitoes and fog, and no speech in the secular world was as pure as this one, without seeking immeasurable benefits.

"We are born to face the glory of the Father of All Things and live for it. After death, we will go to the dead kingdom of the Lord of the White Crown in the Wasteland and die for it."

"Pleasure and bestiality belong to the vortex of nature, and guns and smoke belong to disputes and conspiracies."

"When we think and remain silent, the God of Consistency holds out His taxing hand. When our pockets are thirsty, the Lady of Bustle has His twelve golden moons."

"All art will bow to the invisible wave, while lies and deception will turn their hearts to the long mirror of gorgeous dresses."

"Collins."

"Do we really have faith, or are we just poor unbelievers imprisoned in our faith?"

Peter Heller's long poem is not romantic, but it is more turbulent and terrifying than any of the gentle and undulating gorgeous passages.

Shandel held Roland's arm and put his head on his shoulder.

When the crumbs in the pocket fall, an unreprehensible, childish game is played in the thunderstorm of the long poem:

She used the hardest heels of her boots to crush the bad fingers that crawled over and tried to steal the crumbs.

They wailed as they were crushed, their blood was dripping and their bones were breaking.

York was frightened to death.

He didn't know who to hide behind - the crazy Miss Kratov, the silent Mr. Roland Collins, or...

A mentor who made blasphemous statements?

He trembled, and all those heroic stories and epic fantasies disappeared at the touch of dirty hands - someone was picking his trouser pockets in the dark.

He almost shouted himself hoarse.

"Do you know why I know all this?" Peter Heller took out a gold-stamped card from his pocket, waved it in the candlelight, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am a senior member here, Collins."

"Senior member."

He said slowly.

"The ritual requires some fresh, sweet or bitter flesh... The Maelstrom did something good, didn't it? We need it so much, how can we turn around and hate it?"

Roland blinked and said nothing.

He reacquainted himself with Peter Heller today.

This old gentleman, who is always elegant, calm, gentle and polite, actually has a rotten and boring corner in his heart.

Silent black crepe covers the long cellar.

Until the silence was interrupted by footsteps and gunshots not far away.

Peter Heller rubbed his face and took a long breath: "...Maybe this is what ritualists are like. Sometimes we want to do this, and sometimes we want to do something else-"

This is an unsolvable problem.

Peter Heller said that each step of the "herd" path can be used to contract an animal companion.

By raising them, dismantling them, and swallowing their corpses, one can cause irreversible deformation of their flesh and blood, thereby mastering some of the beast's power to a certain extent.

The name of this ability is "Animal Companion".

"It seems that our definitions of partners are somewhat different." Roland didn't want to listen to Peter Heller's "complaints" anymore - in his opinion, this old gentleman completely met Blade's evaluation of Fernandez:

coward.

Regardless of whether it is an "assassin" or a "cavalryman", both require "cowardice", "weakness" and "fear" as qualifications.

This is a very boring rant.

The beginning was magnificent, the middle was dull, and the end was disappointing. He insisted on listening to the end out of respect for Mr. Heller - if it was Rose, she would have cursed long ago.

“What should we do with these living creatures?”

"The workhouse."

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Peter Heller said.

"They had to go to the workhouse."

He turned around and faced Roland, his gentle face hiding a very hidden unnaturalness: "Collins, I know what you want to say. We are just swords and can't save these people."

Roland shrugged. "I didn't mean to save anyone, Mr. Heller. It's just that after listening to your long speech, I thought you would adopt a few people for the sake of conscience - should I say that?"

Peter Heller looked at Roland and shook his head in disappointment.

"That's not the root, Collins. Even if I adopted a hundred, I wouldn't be able to get rid of the pain and confusion in my heart - the root of it is not me."

"To be precise, it's the pain and confusion in your heart. Shandel and I shouldn't have this kind of confusion." Roland clapped his hands, took out a shiny coin from his pocket, held it up to the light, and said in a clear and loud voice: "You should know what this is."

"One sovereign."

"A little cutie who can keep you well fed and warm."

"You want it?"

The rustling sound of crawling.

He held the gold pound and walked around the wall one by one, breaking the chains as he passed by.

"What are you doing?"

Peter Heller frowned.

Roland ignored him, put his fist on his waist, held the coin in the other hand, jumped up and down, and ran around the cellar several times in a funny way - so that all eyes in the dark could see clearly what was in his hand.

"Do you know the price of a cup of coffee, a loaf of bread, and a small strip of bacon?"

"This pound of gold can allow you to hide here and there for a month, or you will lose your head when you go out - so..."

He waved his hands around, and the mice that were pulling the chains squeaked forward...

And move forward.

When the circus begins, open your arms and shout loudly!

"It's time to try your luck, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Who can survive?"

"A race for fate!"

Every ambitious mouse is eager to realize his ambition——

Stay alive.

The equally shining coin in the golden-eyed man's hand is the key to realizing their ambitions...

"It's not important to overthrow Noti's golden lamp, and it's not important what the problem is," Roland said, pulling the corners of his mouth apart. In the dim candlelight, Peter Heller seemed to see two rows of shark teeth that were ready to bite anyone. "It's interesting to make those who should be respectable lose their respectability... Mr. Heller."

"Let me give you some courage."

bite--

The coin bounced.

Rather than looking up to a greater ideal, the tea party cultists prefer to stir up trouble right away.