The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 284 Ch.283 Mother-of-pearl Box

The so-called Just Church, a 'just' ritualist who flaunts absolute fairness and justice and speaks out for those who have suffered injustice everywhere - what will the law enforcement department among them look like?

Today, the two ritualists of Golden Libra performed a humorous skit for Roland that made people laugh.

They first said subtly that the box was unlucky and that it might be buried with the dead. Then, they hinted to the guests around them that since the box should be in the tomb, why was it displayed in the glass cabinet of this store?

They questioned whether it had crossed the ocean, and said that they could definitely afford fifty pounds, provided that it had really "crossed the ocean"——

They took out the money, but asked the salesperson to also show evidence that it had traveled across the ocean.

It's impossible to get it.

"Fair enough, sir."

Ms. Chongjiao shook her head.

"Even if we don't buy it, someone else will be fooled sooner or later. The price is really not fair. I advise you to stop doing such deceptive things. We originally came to Bristol for other important things..."

"If this were London, we'd have a chat with your boss."

If the person who said this was a person in the story, Roland would imagine that he must be tall and burly.

He has a square face that is resolute and resolute, with a cold light shining from his eyes——

He will ask a righteous question, and then the cowardly evil one will tremble at the question.

pity.

The person who asked this question was not seeking justice or fairness.

"It's up to the shop owner to mark the price. What does this have to do with them?"

"Look, Roland, I said it. Sooner or later you will know why these people are hated by everyone."

The Just Church, the Golden Scale.

"I don't understand, Xander."

Roland looked at the two women who no longer negotiated the price but began to tell the surrounding customers that the absolute price of the wooden box was too high. He really didn't understand their purpose for doing this.

"What's in it for them?"

Xander tapped his lips with his index finger and glanced at Roland, who was still too young, with a smile: "The good thing is - although they can't buy it, future customers will never spend fifty pounds on such an 'inflated' price. The numbers are up…”

"just."

"Not just for myself."

Roland rolled his eyes: "Her justice does not seem to include the shop owner and the captain and sailor who worked so hard to transport the box back."

Xander looked 'surprised': "How can you say that? The price of this box is already too high, isn't it?"

"How did you know-"

Roland was stunned.

Suddenly he realized that this exchange had been determined from the beginning without him paying attention.

Annoying enough indeed.

Seeing that the two women had finally given up, Roland urged the salesperson to change the price as soon as possible with a 'righteous' look on his face. Then, side by side, he planned to go to another counter in the store to look at it - and specifically called back to the one who was about to sneak away. salesperson.

‘Shouldn’t you follow us? ’

How to describe the salesperson's expression now.

It's like opening the door to go home and finding your mother and your best friend in the same bed. He was surprised, angry, and roared loudly——

Then a fly took advantage of the situation and got into his mouth.

That's probably the expression.

"I kind of sympathize with the ritual practitioners who have been dealing with these people all year round." Roland sighed.

Xander lowered his head and suppressed a smile: "No one will deal with them all year round. To be honest, there are many organizations under the Cradle of Flesh and Black Urn. They corrupt nobles, politicians or decent ritualists-"

"But you know what?"

"There is little suspicion in the occult community that the ritualists of the Just Church are corrupted and that they are cooperating with cultists."

"It's almost impossible."

Roland thought so.

He already wanted to sew the two women's mouths shut now - especially when they arrived at another counter and started talking endlessly about the price, the origin, and the gems on the edge of the mirror.

Silence is really a virtue.

"Let's go quickly after buying the gifts. I'm worried that after my eyes, my ears will also fail."

Xander covered his mouth and chuckled softly.

Roland picked up his cane and walked through the crowd.

Many people still stopped in front of the wooden box, but after the 'speculative curse' just now, it was true that no one was willing to spend money to buy it.

Even if it's gorgeous.

"I want to buy that box, sir." Roland greeted another salesperson and placed fifty pounds on the counter before the other salesperson said anything.

The salesperson looked down at the money and was stunned for a few seconds, a little impolitely.

Until Roland tapped the counter with his index finger.

"...Oh! First, sir! Of course! You just need to wait for a few blinks from me -" He slumped his back, walked around the counter, opened the glass display window, took out the box and showed it to Roland -

At this time, the flames in his sight moved.

…

"A mother-of-pearl box with gold thread and black background and treasure pattern."

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What?

"Fifty pounds is not a high price, Roland."

"It's worth far more than that number."

Roland raised his eyebrows and gently picked up the wooden box.

The evenly colored wooden box feels heavy in your hand.

Beautiful golden flowers and branches are 'painted' with gold wire, and the complexity seems to be embellished with sequins such as conch shells or sea shells: each piece is polished to the same size as the golden flower branches.

When the wooden box was gently turned to change the angle, soft gold rain fell on the surface of the box into Roland's eyes.

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so beautiful.

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But it shouldn’t be a strange thing, right?

"This box is about five or six hundred years old—from now on. So, fifty pounds is not expensive, and it's even good luck."

Roland touched the smooth and even paint surface and returned the box to the salesperson.

“Bristol’s local specialty packaging, thank you.”

The salesperson likes "high rollers" like Roland, with the corners of his mouth turned up and his hands extremely agile.

"It seems that a girl is going to have good luck, sir." He took the box from a navy blue paper bag, tied it with a cowhide rope, and took out a paper handbag from under the counter with a ship, ocean and golden sun printed on it. : "What a blessing."

"Girl?" Roland smiled and said, "Why do you think I'm not married?"

These words cannot fool the people at the counter.

"To be rude, if I were your wife," the salesman joked, "I would ask all the servants in the house to follow you out - I don't doubt your morals, but your face will make most people Ladies throw away their morals.”

He was very good at complimenting, maybe because Roland didn't ask about this or that. He asked for twenty minutes and it didn't cost a penny, so he had a lot to say.

"You are more generous than them."

The salesperson lowered his voice: "...You believe me. This box is packed in the most expensive box. It will never come from the tomb like the woman who caused trouble just now said. Absolutely not, sir."

He didn't say bad things enough. As he spoke, he stared at the two picky women not far away.

But after a while, the bad words were completely silenced like a blown out candle.

Someone passed by and stopped next to Roland.

"Oh, there are really people who encourage this immoral arrogance."