The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 195 Ch.194 The Island of No Lies

The so-called Gem City or Golden Island is certainly not a city or island in reality.

The ritualist should get used to this statement: whenever a place with a strange name is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind should be a dream.

It was a new dream found by a member of the "Wanderer Camp" several years ago - it was originally just a normal adventure.

Until he found out that in this dream...

Lying is not allowed.

Think about it.

This can be extended to too many wonderful uses.

You should have died in the stinking ditch before you knew him.

But as the number of people gradually increased, two problems inevitably arose.

Although it was difficult, he had no choice.

"So, you may be able to find the corresponding rules on the Golden Island, and the ring-raising ceremony corresponding to the path you are on."

Most people don't know how they did it, but they did control and modify the "rules" in the dream:

First.

"Your fire is burning, if you don't add wood, it will burn your flesh and blood."

Secondly.

Roland is stuck in the first ring. If he relies on dream adventures again and again, it is absolutely impossible to find the ring-up ceremony in a short time.

Once the impact is caused, he will be permanently expelled.

"Roland, I wanted to tell you slowly after you reach the first ring." Enid said, looking at him intently, and then slowly reached out to touch Roland's face.

There is only one way left in front of him.

Roland whispered: "You will never wake up again."

The woman who has been indifferent for many years has become unusually silent in the dying lights.

The dream is facing collapse.

"Fantasy" has no sect.

Those who officially set foot on the Golden Island cannot use mystery, and cannot perform or activate rituals, strange objects or great arts through mystery.

"Sincerity can only be exchanged for lies."

"Give me the "coordinates", Enid. I can't stay in the first ring forever. "

'Enid'.

Soon, it was not just the wanderers without sects who participated in the transaction.

Later, someone spread the secret.

But Enid could often see the same unconcealed emotions in his eyes as in most executive officers.

But for individuals, every secret is not allowed to be repeated.

Golden Island.

"Golden Island is a trading place for formal ritualists and a gladiatorial arena. Even if it is controlled by the three parties, every night, too many people are deceived or even disappear on Golden Island-not being able to use mystery does not mean that you can't kill people. "

Enid nodded: "It is a chaotic sea under order, everyone wears a mask, and everyone has a sharp knife in their chest."

-It can be completely free of mystery, but never try to fabricate or hand over a "secret" that you "don't think is a secret".

No one who has gone further than him can help him.

After Roland finished speaking, Enid tilted her head, as if she wanted to get up and find the "coordinates" he wanted.

In fact, this is only a corner of Golden Island.

Many ritualists who rely on organizations, even those affiliated with the government, are also willing to go to this place without lies after nightfall, exchanging one secret for another.

"Many ritualists will never go there again after arriving at the high ring - the inability to use mystery means that the high ring is as fragile as the low ring."

And the "Wanderer Camp" composed of non-denominational ritualists, as the first discoverer, enjoys equal control over the above two.

"Roland, if you decide, I will give you the "coordinates" - this time, I will not accompany you."

Every time you enter, the ritualist must pay a "secret" or "message" as a "ticket": no matter what kind of secret, no matter whether the controller has already recorded the news.

So, just touch it carefully like touching those works of art, feel the temperature of his cheek, and smooth the uncared and messy hair on his ears.

"But you were promoted to the first ring too quickly and too quickly. "

"I feel that we should take a step further. ”

At least it’s the best for the wanderers.

She looked at the young man with watery eyes.

First: The more people there are, the more disputes there will be.

She kept her eyes open throughout the whole process, as if she wanted to keep the whole process in her memory.

“I think you should remember that the Ten Crown Gods do not occupy all the “rules” in the world.”

The “Private Alliance” that believes in the third crown god, the daughter of the bustling and busy woman—it represents unscrupulous greed;

The “Justice Church” that believes in the fifth crown god, the constant scale that divides day and night—it maintains the most basic order.

“I know you don’t want to stay in the first ring for too long.”

Enid mentioned the three organizations that control the Golden Island.

Enid’s thoughts began to twist and turn like Roland’s hair.

He told this secret to other members, and even the organizers of the camp.

Finally.

They will use a special ceremony to mark the ritualists who step into the Golden Island. So, everyone has only one recognizable identity in the Golden Island.

A short breath made Enid turn back - her face fell into a warm palm.

Soon, the wanderers turned this dreamland where "no lies" could be made into a place for trading knowledge and information: it was not easy to weave a clever lie that only told the truth, but given the limitations of other trading methods - including size, stability, security, etc., this dreamland was definitely the best choice.

Cherie Chloe…

"The ritualists of the Private Alliance call it the 'Golden Island', and the ritualists of the Just Church call it the 'City of Jewels'."

When he faces himself, he is harmless, a blazing turbulence, and a fierce march.

Enid pursed her lips and withdrew her hand.

"I didn't have time to think clearly about this matter, and you had already become the official ceremony participant and stood beside me." She moved extremely gently, using the rough fingertips as roses to avoid sharp cuts from her treasure, even if it was left behind A tiny trace of redness.

That's all Enid had to say.

"But I have to tell you about Jindao today."

"In Golden Island, you can get almost everything you want. But at the same time, you have to pay the same price: the information, knowledge, materials, rituals, rare objects that the other party needs...even your life or the life of your family. In There is nothing that cannot be traded in that dreamland.”

Later, three organizations simply stepped in and set the rules.

——When it came to secrets, Enid also specifically told Roland not to be clever about it: it could be a lady's privacy, a secret family dispute, or even a unique hobby that was not told to anyone.

But before she could complete this action, Roland whispered... his name in her ear.

Except for the last time, she never had the chance to kiss him again.

The high-level ritualists in these three organizations tried many times, and finally, at the premise of paying a certain price, controlled the dream in a special way.

Second: Due to the 'openness' of this dreamland, everyone holds the 'key' - they use the 'secrets' in this dreamland unscrupulously.

"And once you die in a dream..."

She was stared at by a pair of golden eyes, listening to the man discuss with her - or not listening to the answer at all, and making a decision without authorization:

"You can't say that you are my 'lover', but we get along like two school friends..."

Only those who have been there can truly understand the opportunities and dangers there.

With the endorsement of a formal sect, this initially chaotic place gradually evolved into the largest and most famous trading place in the mysterious world.

She lowered her eyes and leaned forward to place her smooth, waxy cheek gently against Roland's palm.

She's like brandy on plum pudding.

Everyone loves to watch it and wants to set her on fire with their own hands.