The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 197 Ch.196 Time waits for no one.

Regarding the naming, Roland didn't understand why some people didn't like it.

It's obviously very interesting.

Rose just clicked with him.

"Then... hammer... cough, Mr. Hammerhead." The lantern holder coughed a few times and turned around to guide Roland. "Before we arrive at the city gate, you can try to use 'secret' to create a brand new one that is only available on Golden Island. Use the face.”

"Of course, if you do nothing, then it just looks like a blur."

It seemed that Roland's "extremely interesting" name reminded him. The not too old lantern holder said one more thing:

"...Given that some people have faces that only their mothers like. Sir, you can definitely make a more beautiful mask, or an elegant and unique feature."

"One never hates beautiful things."

He was afraid that when he reached the city gate, he would turn around and see the novice gentleman with only a hammer around his neck.

"When will the secret be handed over to you?" Roland asked.

“After arriving at the city gate,” the lantern holder said, “I belong to the Private Alliance—if you’ve heard of it, you know that we are a loose organization with few rules. "

He paused for a moment and then added: "At least much less than the Just Church."

Roland asked them whether all three organizations would send people to pick up the 'entrants' here, or... take turns?

"You're right, it's a rotation. But when you get to the city gate, you can see people from three parties."

Perhaps it was because most of the private alliances were businessmen. The man holding the lantern to guide the way did not have so many rules when speaking, and he was not polite, and he answered almost every question Roland had.

"You must have come to Golden Island and understood the 'rules' - lying is not allowed here, so most of the answers you can give will be the truth."

The oil lamp flickered.

They were moving away from the soft sand onto solid, uneven cobblestones.

The trail is very narrow and keeps deviating to the right, gradually leading people to spiral into the mountains.

"Where's the other half?"

"The remaining half is a lie wrapped in truth. I can't teach you to distinguish it, and I have no responsibility to teach you how to survive on Golden Island - every ritualist has his own method. Maybe this place is suitable for you, maybe Not suitable."

Roland turned the silver ring on his little finger again and again, thought for a while, and quietly took off the ring.

He slowly fell behind the man holding the lantern.

"I would also like to remind you," he finished talking about his 'identity' and continued: "Golden Island does not allow attacks on each other. Maybe you will feel it right away, sir - no one can sense the mystery in the city. That is, if you insist on trying to hit someone with fists and kicks..."

"Once discovered."

"Will be deported."

"Finally, the organizers of the Wanderer Camp, the Just Church, and the Private Alliance do not guarantee that you will obtain real and effective rituals or knowledge here, nor do they guarantee the safety of you and traders when trading outside the Golden Island. ”

"That is, if you can lure a person to meet you in the waking world, no matter who survives, it will not affect your identity on the Golden Island."

"I think I should make myself clear, sir."

The last one has been made explicit.

"It's clear. What should I call you?" Roland asked.

"You can call me 'Pointer'." After explaining the necessary terms, Mr. Pointer obviously felt a lot more relaxed: "To be honest, I haven't met many new people recently, and you are the first one I have met this week. "

When the uneven cobblestones gradually turned into flat slates, Roland did realize that the "secret" within his body that could be easily manipulated turned into a viscous quagmire.

Moving forward, they gradually solidify.

Like a solid and heavy boulder, it no longer responds to its owner's call.

"You feel it, don't you?"

The pointer smiled: "I remember when I first came to Golden Island, I tried many times - 'Maybe I am the only one who can do it'. Some novices will be afraid and suddenly lose the 'secret' that is almost equivalent to a limb, like People with bright eyes suddenly can’t see anything.”

As the stone road gradually widened, the oil lamp gradually became 'dark'.

Roland saw the city gate.

The metal door, built next to the stone wall and resembling a checkpoint, is thick and tall in copper color. In addition to the gems and intricately carved patterns inlaid on it, the central seam where the copper door closes is branded with inscriptions from left to right. Three emblems.

Homeless encampments, just churches, private alliances.

"We're here, Mr. Hammerhead."

The lantern holder stopped.

The black mist dispersed upon hearing the sound.

Roland raised his head, and the sudden scenery made him admire uncontrollably:

"It's so beautiful..."

This magnificent and mysterious dream city was finally unveiled in front of Roland - it was almost made of natural rocks, and the lights used were not oil lamps or gas lamps, but irregular ones that shone brightly in the darkness. Shining crystal:

They are inserted into the mountain, or originally grew in the mountain, wrapped in stones.

It was like a snowfall made of meteors. The fragments after the stars exploded were buried deep in the mountains, causing the sleeping mountains to rise and breathe with the brightness and darkness.

Like a living city.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" the pointer said, holding the lantern and heading towards the bronze door.

Next to the bronze door is a stone house carved out of stone.

When he passed by, people in the house also came out to greet him:

Two people used ‘normal’ faces with slightly modified eyes or mouths to look weird.

After Pointer went over to talk to them for a few words, the three of them walked towards Roland together.

"Then, under the witness of the homeless camp, the Just Church and the private alliance, Mr. Hammerhead, please pay a secret as a ticket."

Roland saw one of them take out a diamond-shaped crystal - like those in the mountains.

He handed it to Roland and let Roland hold it.

"I fell in love with a woman who was twelve years older than me." Roland revealed the secret.

The crystal in his palm hummed.

It lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

Pointer glanced at the person next to him, and after he nodded, he asked Roland to put the crystal away and said that this was his 'identity card' on Golden Island.

"No problem, Mr. Hammerhead. Please come with me."

After saying goodbye to his two colleagues, Pointer led Roland to the copper door - this huge metal could hardly be pushed by one person, but he touched it lightly with his fingers, and the two doors slid open silently.

Seeing Roland's curiosity, he even gave up his seat and let Roland have a try.

No weight.

"Anything can happen in a dream, right?"

Behind the copper gate is no longer desolate.

This made Roland feel like he was back in the bustling Petticoat Harbor in the East End: only without the chaotic hawking sounds.

On the road paved with stone slabs, figures holding oil lamps passed by silently, or they gathered in front of a certain drawing board, discussing in low voices in pairs, or arguing quietly with the person who wrote the drawing board.

Illuminating each other's faces with oil lamps is an innocuous thing here.

"You really fell in love with a woman twelve years older than you?"

As I was walking, the pointer suddenly said something.

"Indeed." Roland smiled: "Jindao can't lie, can he?"

"But it can be packaged." Pointer's voice changed: "I guess that's your sister, right?"

Roland said nothing.

"Looks like you're a lot faster than I thought."

"What's so much faster?"

“Accept, understand and learn how to use Golden Island’s rules appropriately,” Pointer said.

He stopped and turned around to hand the oil lamp in his hand to Roland.

"This lamp will dispel the black fog for you and is proof that you purchased the ticket." The pointer coughed twice and asked in a low voice: "...Not sister?"

Roland took the oil lamp and looked at the masked man: "It seems that you and I have the same fate."

He was a little embarrassed.

Roland stood still: "I want to know where Helen Hawkins often appears."

"Helen Hawkins?" The pointer was stunned and subconsciously looked in a certain direction: "...she has an independent house in the left half of the inner city. I have to remind you, that woman is as cunning as a fox."

"Not my sister."

Roland shook the oil lamp and turned around.

"I suggest you be brave and say what you want to her like you did on Golden Island..."

"Time waits for nothing, Mr. Pointer."