The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 361 Ch.360 Father and Son

"You mean, she took the bait."

James Shelley's residence was different from that of most gentlemen in the market - to some extent, he and "Tyler" had the same preferences:

I am willing to decorate my residence with flowers and branches, for fear that others will not notice that it is exquisite and elegant.

For example, gold, colored treasures, ivory, and lion skins are used; exquisite wall sculptures that are rare in the world; oil paintings that capture the artist's spiritual energy; the rarest feathers, beads that condense in the deep sea, and those who have traveled across the oceans. timber.

Extremely extravagant.

Even the toothpicks are divided into categories. When using special delicacies, different toothpicks are dyed with different condiments.

It can be said that James Shelley enjoyed every golden pound he earned.

They were stained with the blood of his kind, and he held them in his mouth and savored them carefully, not leaving behind every drop of the complex taste.

"certainly."

Little Shelley held a straight pipe. The tobacco burned gently in the bowl and piled up a mound of white ash.

"She has no brains."

The young man liked the flavor of the grass and couldn't help but taste it a few more times before continuing: "...No, it should be said that he is a fool who thinks he is smart."

Little Shelley comments.

As a father, James Shelley just listened quietly, and the gun in his hand had a downward arc compared to his son's:

If I have to say symbolism, this does symbolize something.

The tobacco he packed was more peppery, which an older man like him liked.

"Old Terry is anxious to get close to Holy Cross. He must ask his daughter to find a way. Arbitrator, arbiter. Look what these selfish, fair-minded trash can do." Old Shelley said as he spoke. Breathing smoke out.

He disdains the Just Church even more than Holy Cross.

This group of people are doing business, but they are carrying the banner of saints.

Disgraceful.

"Mr. Banks wants us to hurry up and get this thing out. John, hurry up or we'll be in trouble."

"A group of troublesome people are plotting against it..."

"You don't want to face them in person, do you?"

John Shelley nodded and held the cigarette holder with the corner of his mouth.

The father and son puffed away and took a sip of red wine from time to time.

As for the Mystery Box, James Shelley obviously knew how troublesome it was - it was inconsistent with his usual way of doing things.

It doesn't bring any benefits, it's all trouble.

Delise's Thirteen Mysteries.

Fuck Delise.

"What exactly does that do?"

Little Shelley was not lucky enough to become a ritualist.

Therefore, he does not understand the "mystery box" and cannot participate in the other side of the private alliance.

"A trouble, boy," sighed James Shelley. The handsome face when he was young gave him long-term benefits. Even when he is old, he can still attract many ladies with his appearance: "Seductive trouble."

The old man's voice was full of fatigue.

"Banks and other gentlemen tried it and paid a heavy price."

he said.

It was a trap that almost broke the neck bone.

"They took the box out of the hands of the 'monster'. Only a special girl in the alliance - perhaps the only girl in the world - opened it with her own life."

Little Shelley's breathing became rapid: "What's in that?"

The sound slipped into silence.

After a moment, there was only a sigh.

——The girl succeeded and failed.

Her 'bloodline' was not pure enough. She opened the box but couldn't hold on for even half a breath.

Before his death, he left only two strange words.

‘Mortal sins’ and ‘fantasies’.

This is why, after Hawkins died, the Private Alliance immediately sent more manpower to Golden Island and began to secretly collect the ring-raising rituals related to the 'fantasy' - the person in the box prophecy, or an organization, a cult...

is gradually entering the stage of history.

Little Shelley frowned: "They say that the Thirteen Mysteries have the power to rule the world. "

James Shelley sucked his pipe and smacked his lips a few times, indifferently. "Oh, really."

"Father?"

The old Shelley, who had lived for decades, was more sober than his son.

Rule the world?

If they have to be serious, they can't even control their own lives.

Stop dreaming.

"If you collect all the Mysteries, you can rule the world. Believe me, kid, the Holy Cross will start the war first." The old man has a shrewd understanding of the world in his eyes.

Based on the words left by the girl, Banks, or other gentlemen, or even James Shelley himself could determine what was hidden in the other twelve mystery boxes.

——It will probably combine a piece of history, one or several clear paths, and a secret that will kill many people.

That's all.

For the Shelley family, it has little effect.

John Shelley was a little hesitant: "Why don't we keep it in our hands? Is it difficult to find someone with that special bloodline? Or maybe Holy Cross can pay a large sum of money?"

Seeing his son's behavior, James Shelley sighed secretly.

Sometimes, giving up is more powerful than greed.

Many people never learn it in their lifetime.

Old Shelley knew one truth very well: if you have no ability and are greedy enough... you are going to die.

"For the box, fighting that 'monster' a few months ago, many high-ring ritualists in the Alliance were seriously injured, including Mr. Banks - some kind of toxin we have never seen before was left in their bodies."

The old man's voice was heavy.

"We can't keep this thing in our hands anymore." He told his son: "That girl's blood is sin. I have lived for so many years and I have only seen this one - Banks has taken a risk by taking her in." Big risk…”

Little Shelley's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "But she also 'dedicated' her life to the alliance."

"That's what she should do. We saved her life, and this is what she should repay." The old man glanced at his son, and there was more dissatisfaction in his words: "We will not participate in the battle between the royal family, parties and churches. Go. Those savages in the Maelstrom are too troublesome, and Golden Scale is a good choice..."

"What's more, a group of dangerous guys are already eyeing this thing."

‘Lost’ is obviously a better escape from responsibility than ‘transaction’.

The Mystery Box was stolen by the heirs and given to others - then any problems that arise later will have nothing to do with the private alliance.

What's more, the arbiter of the Just Church is recently preparing to extend his tentacles into the railway industry.

How can that work.

Cultists are a ready bullet.

"There are rules in this world. Everyone can only eat the portion in front of him. If you insist on stretching your hand across half the table, your hand will be cut off by a sword in the dark... I think those gentlemen who advocate fairness still have to I don’t understand this simple truth.”

"I just think that thing should be sold for a good price." Little Shelley shrugged.

He has no qualifications, has not been able to become a ritualist, and has no favorable impression of those pretentious guys with ‘great power’——

Because he knows very well that those who make the rules can also break them.

If the Mystery Box could bring great power to mortals...

This is undoubtedly an opportunity for the Shelley family.

It's his chance.

However, as a father, James Shelley knew exactly what his son was thinking about all day long.

"Respect your destiny, face your destiny, John."

"If it doesn't allow you to embark on this path, then mortals are the best choice."

John Shelley was silent.

He does not contradict his father, but silence is already a kind of resistance.

"You're afraid of dancing with lions, aren't you?" James Shelley held his pipe and narrowed his eyes: "But you also know that most of the people in the alliance are mortals. This world is made up of mortals... If you are afraid of lions , we should look directly at the lions, try to integrate into the lions, and find their weaknesses..."

Silence.

Old Shelley was a little disappointed.

It doesn't matter if his successor is a ritualist or a mortal.

But he must have courage.

Courage in the face of a lion.

That has nothing to do with being strong or possessing divine power——

Obviously, John Shelley yearned for ritualists, not because ritualists possess magical powers, not because they are full of curiosity and yearning for mystery.

He is not eager to explore, not willing to pursue the truth behind the fog.

He doesn't even desperately want strong power and submissive authority to rule something...

He was just scared.

Because of the fear and instability in his heart, he disliked and alienated the ritualists in the alliance. He was worried all day long, but after learning about the mystery box, he greedily wanted to take it for himself and use it to gain the power to fight against fear.

James Shelley certainly knew that gunpowder gave mortals strength.

But he still hopes that his son will have the courage to face the darkness even when his hands are empty.

That is spiritual armor.

Maybe…

He was too anxious.

John was still young and had not experienced what he had experienced.

He was born in a jar of honey and milk and, perhaps, needed more time.

"Hand over the box as soon as possible, and then stay away from Thomas Terry's daughter and the Hyman family - there is no need for us to fight with the cultists for a disaster that may never come."

“Private alliances take no sides and are not saviors.”