The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 383 Ch.382 New Master: John Shelley

This game is not friendly to Roland and Rose.

Because there are six people at the table at this time.

Cultist Rebecca Fiennes definitely supported Madeleine, as did John Shelley presumably.

It didn't matter who Shelley Sr. chose as his father. One of Roland and Rose would definitely die.

"Let's send the undesirables away first."

Sure enough.

Madeleine smiled and suggested to Rebecca and John:

"There's only one death at a time, so there may be more than one round of this game."

"We have to pick an absolute damn first - I think the Executor is the best choice, isn't it?"

"Mr. Shelley, will you and your son support me?"

"After all, we have no choice - hurt your son, or hurt the believers who follow me? Or choose two strangers who have nothing to do with us?"

She was right.

Roland and Rose were not on the same road as them at all.

As soon as she finished speaking, something began to change.

Behind everyone - on the back of the chair that was half a head high, numbers appeared.

Roland is "six".

At the same time, several vertical gaps opened on the table, large enough for dominoes to be thrown into it.

There are crooked numbers carved on the wooden board.

In front of Roland are one to five.

None of my own.

"Come on, Mr. Shelley, how about we get these two people out of here who shouldn't be here?"

Madeleine persuaded softly: "I know you are not willing to be with people like us, but right now, there are black crows sitting opposite us... If any of them survive and leave the dream alive..."

"You, your son, and even a private alliance would be troublesome, wouldn't they?"

James Shelley smiled with a few wrinkles: "No."

Madeleine:…

The old gentleman played with the irregular dominoes in his hand and asked the silent headless girl: "Can you tell me how many rounds the game has?"

All I got was silence.

When James Shelley saw this, his expression was a little playful.

He is thinking about one thing:

If the game only has two rounds and only two people die, then of course he agrees with Madeleine's 'suggestion' - but what if there are more than two rounds?

He holds the Mystery Box.

The cultists want the mystery box.

Private alliances do not hand over mystery boxes to cultists.

Who will be the third person to die?

The old man didn't think that his son, whose head was already full of feces, would stand up for himself at the critical moment - but when the time came, in terms of 'votes', they were already in a dead end.

Madeleine, Rebecca, John.

These three people will have absolute say.

James Shelley could not allow the game to get out of hand.

He thought for a while, turned to Roland and Lilian, and said in a gentle voice, "May I know your choice?"

Rose said in a bad tone: "We will choose whoever votes for us."

oh.

It was a very 'young' answer, which fit the girl's appearance.

James Shelley didn't take it seriously, smiled under Rose's annoyed gaze, and turned to Roland: "So, where is Scissors...or Mr. Executive?"

Six people.

There are six "life" cards in total and six "death" cards.

Those present were more interested in avoiding death than receiving a reward after a few rounds.

"I'm thinking about it."

Roland held his chin, stroking each of the two dominoes in his hand: "Ms. Rebecca Fiennes, maybe your memory is the same as mine, and it stays at the same moment - we talked in a pool of blood, to each other. wrong?"

Roland said lightly.

"You think that by killing me, you can avoid being captured. I have to tell you with regret - just outside the door, there are two executive officers... In fact, the 'monster' you saw came from them One."

"My death will not bring you more benefits. You will also have to face the flames."

Rebecca looked up suddenly.

"Yes, madam, maybe you have other options...for example: stand with the Executive. When you leave the dream, I will fight for a certain degree of forgiveness for you - this will not save you from prison, but at least If you live, you may get married and have children in a few years.”

"what you think?"

Roland paused for a moment, and Madeleine immediately spoke:

"Do you believe in the promise of a black crow? Rebecca, I have told you a long time ago about the attitude of the Inquisition towards us. I don't doubt whether he can say a good word for you, but you don't think that when you go to prison , can you survive until you leave the cold prison of the Tribunal?"

Madeleine pointed out the loophole in Roland's words that had not been noticed by Rebecca.

"Many people were not burned to death."

she said.

"They were starved to death, they were frozen to death, their backs were broken by other men in the cell, their heads were soaked in feces all day long... Rebecca, my sister, do you think that when these years have passed, this man will care, How is the life of a cultist who was imprisoned by him? "

"You know your husband, you know men."

"You won't survive in prison."

Madeleine's words made the somewhat shaken Rebecca reaffirm her original idea.

'madness. ’

Roland glanced at the headless girl who said nothing.

"Stand on our side, Rebecca, my sister. I know where you live. I was just surprised that the bailiff came to my door so soon. When we leave the dream, I will find you and kill those who arrested you..."

"Believe me, even if, even if I can't catch up, you are locked up..."

Madeline pointed to the person next to her.

"There is also an heir to the Shelley family, Shelley, you should have heard of this surname. He is definitely capable of making the same promise. Similarly, why don't you choose the stronger side?"

"On one side are the cruel police, and on the other side stand the powerful me, the powerful Shelley..."

Rebecca clenched her palms, made up her mind, and picked up the domino with death engraved on it.

"Very good."

Madeline likes the feeling of playing with people's hearts.

She didn't mention Roland or Rose, but instead threw the decision to the man next to her-John Shelley.

Bad taste.

"Tell me, my love." She also picked up the same card and shook it in front of little Shelley, as if she was completely obeying her man's orders, with a well-behaved face: "Tell me, who deserves to die more - he must die."

It seems to be Roland and Rose, the executive?

But in fact, John Shelley has different ideas.

First of all, he knows that he is being targeted by the executive.

So killing the two people at the corner table can make other executives look away?

Obviously not.

They will come to the door sooner or later.

But, but, if James Shelley's father died...

It will be very different.

He will jump from an heir who is neither good nor bad, an unappreciated son, to the master of the Shelley family.

Master.

With that new and extraordinary identity, and giving up some key... interests or power, John Shelley is sure to connect a large network.

At that time.

Madeline is just a cultist who took away the mystery box.

And he is an innocent person who was murdered by the cultist.

Innocent person to save his life.

As long as James Shelley dies...

And he must die in this round.

Because John keenly noticed a problem:

This headless woman didn't say how many rounds the game has.

What if there is only one round?

James Shelley must die first, otherwise, once the game is over, he will have to face a problem:

Fighting his father in reality.

This makes him both afraid and ashamed.

Shame on his own fear.

——Father, it's your problem.

If you had given me the puzzle box earlier, you wouldn't have died.

If you could speak for me, let the bigwigs of the private alliance come forward and give me a chance...

You wouldn't have died.

If, if, if you could hand over "Shelley" to me earlier, so that I could have the real power behind the surname...

You wouldn't have died.

You didn't even cover up for me.

I'm your son.

And you're going to watch me burn to death with cold eyes?

I just ate some people and used some illegal rituals...

I'm Shelley.

Your son.

You just watch me die like this? Because of a dozen lives? You gave birth to me, but didn't give me what I deserved.

A cold-blooded father and a ruthless son.

This is a good match, isn't it?

"Sir, Miss."

John woke up from silence and looked at Roland with a sincere expression: "If you help me once, the Shelley family will remember it... How about a favor of 100,000 pounds?"

He raised the dominoes in his hand and slowly placed them into a crack under the gaze of everyone.

The number on it was exactly the number engraved on the back of his father's chair.

James Shelley looked at his son silently.

He seemed to become thinner. If there was wind in the room, it should be as thin as blowing him off the chair.

"Coveting power, but not daring to bear the price of power..."

Old Shelley didn't care that his son chose to kill himself in a dangerous situation, but was disappointed that his only offspring was too weak.

And weakness...

is always a sword, and can never be the master of the sword.

He has always tried to teach him, even if he becomes an unreasonable villain, it is better than a self-righteous, calculating, cowardly coward.

There is no hope for cowards.

Obviously, he failed.

Old Shelley suddenly thought of his wife, when she was still alive.

He hugged her, and when they talked about where to travel in the bedroom, who was a bastard, who should die...

His wife often advised him.

'Don't test people's hearts, James. You won't get what you want. '

Yes.

Now he not only won't get what he wants, but he will also lose his son.