The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 199 Ch.198 The little candle grows a beard

"I won't ask you where you got my name from, and I'll save you the trouble of telling a lie. Since you can find me, you should know my rules."

"I give you what you want, and you have to give me what I want."

The cave was unexpectedly clean (except for the stench), with a brown high-back chair with cushions, a small round table, a strip-shaped chopping board with a layer of flesh and blood of an unknown creature on it, and two boning knives.

Her oil lamp was placed on the round table, and she sat opposite Roland.

I'm very interested in someone's cat head.

"I've never seen anyone put so much effort into this, sir. I have to say, you are a romantic person."

Roland: "You can call me Hammerhead."

Helen Hawkins: ...

"Romantic but vulgar." She rubbed her hands together and turned the topic to business: "We can't stay in this dream for long, Mr. Hammer... Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Ring Ascension Ceremony, Ms. Hawkins, I seek a Ring Ascension Ceremony for the Non-Crown God Road."

This did not surprise Hawkins.

There are too many roads that cannot be reached to the end outside the Ten Crown God Road. She has heard of no less than seven or eight, which are still relatively "popular".

Not to mention those obscure ones.

"Non-Crown God Road, if even I don't have it, then it will be difficult for you to find it in Golden Island."

Helen Hawkins said.

The flames of the two oil lamps on the table merged and illuminated some details.

There were many fragmented pendants hanging on her chest, stone charms of different lengths and sachets, beads and pierced finger bones. These useful or useless items, which could resist curses or rob good luck, jingled as people shook them when she spoke.

Each of her nails was stained with different symbols with black liquid, which slightly squirmed in the flickering light.

"Tell me which road you found."

She asked.

When Roland uttered the word "fantasy", she was silent for a long time.

"The road in the sky."

The gray-white skull opened and closed.

If she was just amazed at the "romantic" style of the cat-headed people, then now her tone was really curious about what was behind the style.

She gave an evaluation and repeated it several times.

"The road in the sky."

In the memory obtained by the wrench, Helen Hawkins was one of the best brokers in Golden Island and a member of the wanderer camp. She should know a lot of secrets that ordinary ritualists don't know.

"I've heard of this code, sir."

Her tone was inexplicable, and she lost her joking and replaced it with some caution: "I've heard of it. I've been on the Golden Island for a long time, and I've seen too many codes that are not from the Crown God - obscure ones like lovers, hatred, and pain; popular ones like elements, fate, and truth..."

"Countless codes have created countless dead ends."

The skull sarcastically said: "Don't these people know that embarking on a road without gods is equivalent to actively giving up the most important treasure - the "Great Ceremony"? "

"Fantasy" is the same as these codes, but it is a little special.

Because for several years, no one - at least with Helen Hawkins's ability, I dare to guarantee that no one has seen a ritual of the "Fantasy" code.

That's right.

For brokers who often come into contact with these "roads with no future", the road of "Fantasy" has no "feet".

It has no ring.

It is a road in the sky.

"I've heard of its second and third rings, and I've personally delivered fourth and seventh rings - Mr. Cat, only this standard ring-up ceremony can't be sold at a high price...even not as good as those most unpopular ones."

"Because we once thought-"

"The ceremony that promoted apprentices to the first ring...doesn't exist."

When Helen Hawkins said this, her creaking bones moved forward slightly. She stared at the cat-faced man with two empty holes the size of a baby's fist.

"But today I found..."

"We all guessed wrong."

She seemed to be very interested in Roland, but she was very restrained. She asked Roland to leave for a while and wait at the entrance of the cave so that she could change her luggage and take him to another place to talk formally.

Roland readily agreed and turned to leave.

When the footsteps disappeared completely, the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

The chin of her gray skull slowly opened, and she almost laughed and whistled. Her pale fingers quickly fiddled with the fruit-like pendants under her neck, and the other hand pressed her throbbing heart, and she staggered to her feet.

She was like a penitent on Ash Wednesday, with both hands finally in front of her chest, obeying the endless whispers in her ears, and raised her head:

"It's actually true..."

She seemed to be facing a lion in the wilderness unarmed, and layers of grilles fell in her trachea, making her calm hoarse; and she was excited all of a sudden, like a new vine full of vitality waking up from a decaying city.

She danced with her spine colliding and rubbing against each other, and she was as excited as a clockwork puppet in a glass window on the street.

"Big sin...!"

This word was like a sewing needle accidentally falling: a thin sewing needle with more than half of its body hanging from the tip of a metal fork hanging on the edge of a wooden box stacked horizontally on a shaky vase on a low stool.

When the sewing needle fell to the ground with a "ding", everything had already collapsed.

"The prophecy is true..."

"It's true...!!"

She opened her jaw with a click, reached into her throat, and pulled out a dry eyeball that was still trembling and spinning wildly.

"Go..."

The woman with the skull gently stroked the eyeball in her palm, watching it slowly spray out mucus, grow wings, and flap like a young bird, and then, faster and faster.

This is a precious secret organ.

This one-in-a-million secret treasure allows her to calmly pass on the message in this closed secret world full of rules and lies.

She held the eyeball to her lips and whispered:

"Tell this to Mr. Geoffrey Banks and ask him to send someone over quickly."

"Tell him: 'The prophecy has come true.'"

She pushed her palm forward, and the wings covered with mucus quickly flapped, splashing mucus, and flew up with a buzzing sound like a fly.

It bypassed the woman and flew behind her.

Helen Hawkins breathed a sigh of relief.

After the squeezed mercury thermometer calmly fell back, she felt a little pity for the ‘ignorant’ man outside the cave.

He might be a lucky guy.

He thought he had found a long stairway to the gods made of the strongest metal.

Unfortunately…

Her connections and background always allowed her to get in touch with things that ordinary ritualists could not.

At this moment, she heard a crisp sound, like grape juice bursting.

Puff.

Then there was a crushing chewing sound.

Crack… Crack…

She turned back.

She saw a pair of red eyes.

A white giant snake taller than her was staring down at her.

There were two ‘whiskers’ buzzing around the snake’s mouth - those were the wings of her secret organ.

Crack… Crack…

The wings lost their strength and drooped limply beside the snake’s mouth, and then the giant snake raised its head and swallowed it completely.

Hiss.

She said: Father’s enemy.