The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 198 Ch.1 Hawkins

If you want to find an enthusiastic and hard-working person on Golden Island, you can find them everywhere.

In particular, the 'enthusiasm' of these people gave Roland the feeling as if he were walking barefoot on a sharp needle carpet.

Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too sensitive to malice.

Some strangely shaped stone houses had bells hanging on them, and some had strange symbols carved on their wooden doors: Roland guessed that this was the secret code agreed upon by the owner of the house.

The silver, bumpy full moon hangs overhead, and the mountains are covered with a thin silver gauze.

The further Roland went into the city, the more 'noisy' it meant.

No less than three groups of people have already approached him.

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Maybe it’s because I’m always looking around that I’m seen as a ‘newcomer’?

"Maybe it's your head, King Roland."

With the dim lantern in his hand, the faint light illuminated a cat's head.

——Yellow eyes with vertical pupils, two triangular ears, a pointed mouth and a long beard, and a furry head.

"Can you give your acceptance speech?"

"What makes you behave like this in such a dangerous place, Mr. Bao?"

The civet cat smiled mischievously, looked up with its two big eyes, and moved its ears.

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Look, I can turn both ears to the left at the same time.

As he spoke, both ears twitched together and turned to the right at the same time.

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Can also turn right.

"Yes, yes, it's amazing. What can I reward you with?"

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Reward me with the place of Ms. Helen Hawkins.

"Were you deaf just now?"

The cat-headed man held the oil lamp and paused.

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I mean the real location.

'She has a separate house in the left half of the inner city. ’

Yes, this is not a lie.

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But the pointer didn't say that she was there too.

Lieyan jumped a few times, seeming a little surprised.

"You are really not a fool..."

He stabbed Roland without giving him a chance to reply, and the flames were flying.

It provides background on the life of Ms. Helen Hawkins.

When she was young, she was exposed to mystery from her mother early. Later, she founded an illegal organization on her own, prayed to fictitious gods and made a lot of money - she didn't have many followers, but they were all stupid enough.

Later, the Supervision Bureau came to the door and she escaped quickly.

After joining the homeless camp, it took another ten years to truly establish a foothold in the mysterious world.

People call her the Gray Witch.

Wrench only briefly told the ritualist's past, and these experiences were too normal for a wanderer.

When a person possesses unfathomable power, what is the first thing he uses it for?

Most are used for profit.

Make your life better.

This will inevitably hurt others.

What surprised Roland was that such a lady who had so many wonderful moments in her first half of her life...

It's only in the third ring.

The Eighth Crowned God: The White-Crowned Lord of the Wasteland.

The Road of Bones.

Third Ring: Mortician

This is what Roland is puzzled about.

Judging from these scrawled introductions, she had lived a stable life for at least fifteen years.

but…

Three rings?

"Not everyone has your talent and luck."

Wrench said.

"Whether the ritualists of the Eighth Crowned God step onto the 'Dry Bones' or the 'Elegy', what they burn is the desire for life..."

Every link will burn their desire.

rising.

Then, the new link becomes more and more longing for eternity, end and death.

But at the same time, the ritual performer must restrain this 'yearning', rekindle the vitality, and burn it more vigorously than the previous one - only then can it be possible to meet the conditions for rising to the ring again.

Constantly pulling, tearing, and twisting.

This will not only make people go crazy, but more importantly, they will simply sink, extinguish the flame of pain, and stop at a certain stage.

This is qualification.

In fact, the ritualists of the Eighth Crown God are very interesting: the smart ones among them will anchor an object, a few memories or even a certain person in their hearts early - with the help of this vibrant anchor, they can upgrade themselves every time. Finally, there will continue to be something to burn.

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From this point of view, my 'fantasy' is much better than theirs.

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It doesn't tear me apart and make me hesitate.

"yes."

"It will only turn you into a complete lunatic one day who cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy."

"Do you think this is better?"

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Is my cat head cool?

"..."

"You already are."

The cat-headed man stroked his beard and raised his nose in a serious manner.

Very fresh.

Although he has changed his 'head', he does not have a cat's sense of smell at all.

Roland originally thought that even his senses would change, or his teeth would become sharper or something like that.

If there really is a dream that can 'make up a mask', Roland actually wants to become a bird, a bird that can fly freely away from the stench and filth flowing on the land.

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I've been very 'bloated' lately.

"You consume the 'secrets' every day and replenish them every night - the 'swelling' you feel comes from your soul: this means that you meet the conditions for rising to the next level and can perform the next level of the rising ceremony."

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So my cat head is cool or not.

The flames formed a huge middle finger, pointing past Roland's ears to a certain location in the right city.

"Follow my love for you, Catface."

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The witch in the homeless camp is a news broker. She dealt with politicians, with ritualists, with nobles, businessmen, and even criminals.

As long as you have something that interests her.

The place where she landed looked like a cave that had been destroyed by a hurricane. The entrance of the cave was filled with scattered pieces of cloth, dark stains of blood, and even a dried turbid yellow liquid of unknown origin.

A putrid smell emitted by steam penetrates the nostrils, getting stronger as it goes inward, catching the visitor off guard and almost drowning him in the smell.

The path of "Lamentation" mostly involves dealing with spiritual bodies.

The "Dry Bones" path is interested in the walking dead.

According to Fernandez, a certain grand ceremony on this road can transform people to the point where they can almost ignore small-caliber firearms - their skin is tough and invulnerable, and the more powerful ones can even be bathed in flames.

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Can't take a bath with water?

"That's just a metaphor!!"

"...Anyway, you won't be interested in this ritual."

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Why?

"A special material is needed."

Flames fell on several characters.

"Some...live babies."

Roland said nothing and raised the lantern.

"Helen Hawkins."

he shouted into the cave.

"Hello! I'm here to visit Ms. Helen Hawkins!"

The cave is very shallow.

First came the coughing sound.

Then, Roland saw the same standard lantern as his.

A pale and thin hand grasped the lamp handle and walked through the darkness——

She was wearing a long, tattered black dress. She had a thin figure but nimble steps, and her voice was young.

"I don't remember who I made an appointment with today..."

She was holding a hollow skull on her head, and the skull was spinning like a clockwork doll.

She looked over.

I saw a cat-headed man.

Helen Hawkins:…

"Oh, new business." Her eyes lingered on Roland's chest and crotch for a moment, her jaw opened and closed, and she said jokingly: "Good night, Mr. Cat."