The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 107 Ch.106 Secret Gathering

Roland could only see the jumping flames, and could not distinguish the figures behind the flames.

Xindel Kratov also came on the wet stone road half a minute after Roland arrived.

She chose a seat directly opposite Roland.

She was the last one.

Half a minute after she sat down, the candlelight still did not illuminate the world outside the table.

The people in the darkness looked at each other in the darkness. They could not see each other, but they could feel each other's existence.

So...

There was no need for masks at all.

As Roland was thinking, someone spoke.

"It seems that there are two more of us..."

Close to my ear.

"Then..."

"Welcome!"

"Welcome to the two new members!"

"Maybe I have to take some time to tell you the rules of the secret meeting."

His voice was like the voice of a middle-aged man that can be found everywhere. Not rough or thin, not high or low, not particularly hoarse, and not soft and mellow like Archbishop Kratov.

"First, I won't ask about your identity. Similarly, please don't ask about the identities of other participants."

It's natural, Roland thought.

"Second, why do we get together?"

"Because of curiosity about mysticism, because of the inner desire for truth, because of boring life."

"I hope that the new gentlemen or ladies can pay attention to this: we not only exchange mystical knowledge, spells, special ritual instruments, but also are interested in the trivialities of the mortal world; we help each other, but we don't know each other; we gather here at midnight at a distance that is neither far nor near..."

"We are not friends, but we can have friendship."

He paused for a while and talked about more specific rules.

Perhaps due to limited time, he spoke very quickly.

"We follow equal trade - equality recognized by both parties. If both parties are willing, no one will object to exchanging half a penny for a piece of gold."

"We will get together every weekend evening and exchange candles... Of course, I will never ask where you got it from."

"You can choose to attend or not."

Then he added:

"If your candle is accidentally lost, I can only apologize for it."

"We are a law-abiding gathering that spontaneously organizes, studies, and explores mysticism. We never allow the trading of items and related knowledge involving cults or cult rituals. At the same time, we praise the Eight Crowned Gods such as the Father of All Things, the Cyclic Ruler of the Four-fold Spiral, and the Lord of the White Crown of the Wasteland, and recognize the teachings of his religion."

"Finally..."

"I wish you a good time and get what you want."

After he finished speaking, someone took the lead in applauding.

Roland heard another voice speaking.

It was Fernandez.

Sharp-nosed bear.

"Welcome."

"Then..." A hand reached out from the darkness and stopped at Roland and Shandel's positions: "I am Sharp-beaked Bear. Please introduce yourselves, both of you."

Shandel spoke first:

"Caramel."

Sharp-beaked Bear hummed and turned to Roland: "Then, who's the other one?"

Roland could hear a familiar smile from him.

He whispered reluctantly:

"...Amber."

Silence.

"Very good, Mr. Amber, and...Miss Caramel. Can I?"

"Yes."

"Then, let's get started." He leaned back and stopped talking.

Because someone spoke soon.

It was a chair next to Roland.

It sounded like a man who was not very old.

"I'm looking for items with the principle of 'wisdom', preferably clerical utensils or..."

Obviously, he had said it more than once.

Because before he finished speaking, someone immediately interrupted impatiently: "Code objects? Why don't you go to the church to buy them?"

The buyer retorted: "If the Holy Cross is willing to sell, why should I waste my time here?"

"Incredible. You also know that this is a waste of time?"

A wonderful opening.

The conversation ended here.

After a while, someone else spoke.

This time it was to sell.

"A piece of news: about ghosts."

The woman said.

The voice was as melodious as a bird.

However, it was still the impatient person who answered.

He should have said to himself and Shandel: "Newcomers, be careful, don't buy this kind of unknown news casually. Sometimes, the person knocking on the door under the full moon may not be a girl, but a werewolf."

The woman who sold the news sneered.

"I'm afraid you're worried about choking when you eat, ma'am."

The man who interrupted twice cunningly replied: "Before making any decision, use your brain carefully and carefully to think. I guess that must be a skill that women can never learn... Otherwise, why can't you tell my gender?"

"Yes, who knows your real gender? I just judged based on your words. Compared with the brave and polite gentleman, you are more like those cowardly "ladies" I have seen who gossip behind people's backs..."

Very good, Roland now knows the names of two more people.

The man who kept interrupting was codenamed "Gold Pocket Watch".

And the one who sold the ghost information was "Shirley" - the name of the wine.

"A ghost information, I promise not to do anything."

This Miss Shirley obviously also knew that if she didn't say something else, some annoying man would immediately say something like: 'What's the use of your promise?'

"Maybe if you buy it, you can sell it to someone in need...such as the church?" the woman hesitated.

And the harder she tried to sell her, the more Roland could discern her identity.

First, the nobles crossed out.

An aristocratic lady would not use such 'easy-to-understand' words to ridicule the other party. It would seem too 'ignorant and stupid' - for example, in the salons that Cherry Chloe took her to, there were often women she couldn't deal with. He mocked Roland to mock her.

What did they say?

In front of Cherry Chloe, they said to Roland with a big smile: 'Chloe is very beautiful, isn't she, my dear. You are so well suited to her, maybe she is as important to you as the Thames is to this city, right? ’

First, the river is called the ‘Mother River’, and looking at Roland and Cherry’s ages, it’s self-evident what the implication is;

Secondly…

The 'mouth' of the river is filled with busy merchant ships every day.

‘Busily coming and going’ merchant ships.

However.

The upper reaches of the river seem to have been disguised, highlighting the completely opposite static beauty of Shuzi.

This is totally going towards Cherie Chloe.

Therefore, this 'Miss Shirley' will not be a noble.

Then, the middle class was also crossed out.

A piece of news about a ghost is not 'valuable' enough no matter how you think about it. Anyone who can eagerly sell it must have extremely empty pockets.

Then, only the poor are left.

Roland's eyes flickered and he glanced in another direction: That 'gold pocket watch' didn't look like a nobleman either...

A truly respectable and wealthy person would never emphasize that his pocket watch is ‘gold’ – at least, he would not use this name.

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wrench.

"What are you doing?"

Roland knocked on the armrest, but the white flame wave only passed through a bunch of blurry shadows.

"Don't try, there is power stopping it. The more candles there are, the stronger the power - I remember you should have seen it just now, there are quite a few."

While Roland was thinking about it, Xander suddenly asked about the price.

"Ten pounds."

Miss Shirley reported a number as if she didn't have enough confidence, but then after Xander fell silent, she immediately changed her words: "Eight pounds, eight pounds will do!"

Roland:......

This is beyond stupid.

It's not Roland's exaggeration. If it were Cherry, she would be able to sell this piece of news for at least three times the price.

"Your friends are always the best in your eyes, right?"

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certainly.

Xander did not expect that there would be such a handsome person in the gathering.

But then I thought about it, the method of obtaining the candle was not under the control of the Inquisition.

After all, the majority of people in this city are people like 'Miss Shirley'... maybe everyone is like this.

Stupid and greedy.

"I can only afford half a sovereign (ten shillings), Miss Shirley."

Shirley suddenly changed her tone: "How is that possible! This is a ghost! Have you ever seen a real one floating in the air? I'm afraid if you miss this time, you will have to read about those ghosts and fairies made up by the author... "

Then she whispered again: "It won't cost a penny less..."

"But your message is of no more value."

Xander was not a great negotiator or an exceptionally smart person. But facing such a seller, anyone with a little bit of savvy would know what to do: "The church will soon notice the news of the ghosts causing trouble, and then, within a few days, the police detectives will come to the door to exorcise demons."

"Then," she whispered, "your news will be worthless."

Shirley was very dissatisfied: "That family doesn't dare to deal with the police detectives."

"It's not up to him." Xander's voice was full of smiles: "Besides, how can you guarantee that the information will not be leaked? I am not willing to deal with them, nor do I want to hold an expired information and be affected by it when reselling it. reputation.”