The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 388 Ch.387 Blindness and Exorcism

Fork County is an extremely remote and underdeveloped county.

The people here cannot be said to be simple, but rather ignorant.

But sometimes ignorance and simplicity are very similar: at least there is no difference for the big people - these people with such characteristics have gold soup in their bodies, and their lives may be worth a hundred pounds...

But it only cost about ten shillings.

So, no one dislikes this trait.

That's great, ladies and gentlemen.

Who can refuse high-quality and cheap goods? If you don't buy them, you will be condemned by the Father of All Creation.

Two days later.

Director Miguel invited the ‘pastor’.

According to him, it was the vicar of the All-Father, who came from London, on foot, for faith or something—anyway, he was the real deal.

This pastor is quite old, has a booming voice, and doesn't like to laugh.

The director introduced him to James Jones, and the three of them went to the yard, called Roland out, and took them to the office.

‘The director was very kind to Yam. ’

Little Roland thought on the road.

What a good husband.

They arrived at an empty office and asked Roland to sit on a chair while the old priest looked at him carefully.

His eyes, nostrils, tongue and teeth, neck and wrists, fingernails and toenails.

Wet water was sprinkled on his head, just like Yam said, it was not uncomfortable - and then soft leaves and branches swept over his ankles and soles of his feet, and he listened to the old man murmuring something like 'evil spirits leave' If...

Does this really work?

If the one in silver armor leaves, will I be able to see it?

My eyes should be fine.

He sat on the chair and clasped his hands, thinking.

But the situation changed in the next second, the next minute.

Little Roland heard the old priest roar loudly, and his saliva was like rain: "Evil evil spirits! There are too many evil evil spirits! They are gathering! They are gathering, preparing to harm people-"

The old priest was horrified, or at least his voice sounded horrified.

He almost fell down, but Director Miguel saw that the situation was not good and ran over to help him.

This prevented the devout believer of the Father of All from breaking his pious and firm waist.

"...Evil spirit, evil spirit, huge evil spirit...How could such a vicious and terrifying evil spirit be raised in a workhouse!"

His voice was no longer gentle, as if he had changed from a kind-hearted old fisherman to a vicious and hateful old fisherman - or maybe he had always been a fisherman, but Roland had changed from a human to a fish.

He heard the old pastor and Yam arguing, a few words, and then Yam begged Miguel again, telling him to beg him and saying that he must save her child.

"That's not your child, Yam."

Director Miguel is very calm.

"That's not your child and it's not worth paying so much for."

The man hugged Yam, caressed her increasingly rough skin, and lamented: "You don't want me to pay, Yam Jones, you know our relationship, I can't possibly pay a lot of money for this bastard who's not your biological child." Exorcise evil spirits.”

Our relationship?

What's the relationship?

Not husband and wife?

Little Roland didn't have much fear at this time, he just felt that Director Miguel's words were a bit strange.

"...Of course, of course! You have stopped the rumors for me and Roland, how can I still let you spend money?" Yam answered hurriedly, and the old priest tremblingly went to another room to rest, and then whispered: "I Have some savings, use mine, use mine to exorcise this child..."

"Where did you get your savings?" Miguel was curious.

This is the workhouse.

If you really have any big money or bank notes, you shouldn't come here - at least, wouldn't it be better to live a serious life outside for a few more days?

"I…"

Yam moved his lips and his eyes stayed on Roland's confused little face for a long time.

I sighed in my heart.

Maybe fate wants me to keep those things just to save you at this time.

"...My husband, before he died, my husband hid something."

Yam whispered.

"That's against the rules and illegal." Miguel instantly understood what he meant - according to law, after Mr. Jones's death, his property will be inherited by his parents, brothers, and relatives.

The small amount of real estate is left to the heir to consider and allocate a small amount to his wife (if he is kind enough... and stupid enough.)

But Mr. Jones died with nothing.

so.

James Jones lied and concealed his property.

This is illegal.

"I know! I know this is illegal, but I beg you, please save him..."

Miguel was silent for a long time.

Seeing the woman's pitiful pleading, she relaxed a little.

"Go take them out and I'll get rid of them." He asked again, "Why don't you sell it?"

James Jones said that the property was not money, but two poetry manuscripts from a century ago - there was no market for these things in Fork County, and they were only worth a few shillings if sold to dirt collectors.

Not many of them can read.

Except London.

Go where there are many big people, go where there is a lot of art.

Only then can it be sold at a high price.

But the total money in James Jones's hands was not enough for him and Roland to catch a 'safe' carriage, have a worry-free journey all the way to London, successfully settle down, and find a person before they starved to death, were robbed and killed. Reputable buyers -

There are too many difficulties in this sentence.

Moreover, she didn't know whether those two poetry books were worth a lot of money.

If it's just a few pounds, then choosing to go to London is like embarking on a road of no return.

"You are smarter than I thought."

Miguel pondered: "I will send two people to go with you, quickly. I don't know where you hide the manuscript, but get it out to me as soon as possible - and don't tell anyone, understand?"

Yam Jones nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, sir, yes! I will never tell anyone..."

Yam put on a cloak that night and went to the other side of the county: she hid the only wooden box left, which was wrapped and sealed with layers of oil paper, silk cloth and beeswax under several trees in the suburbs.

She originally thought that if she saved enough money one day, she would take out the box and take Roland to London.

If the poetry collection can sell for money, they will live a better life: rent a bigger house, eat and dress well.

The poetry collection was worthless, just a piece of junk, but the money was enough to support her until she found a job and took care of Roland - by then, Roland would have grown up, and he would be able to do some work and earn some money.

Their lives would definitely be better than now.

As long as they could hold on for a few years, until Roland grew up...

'But it's okay. '

Yam thought.

If this poetry collection could help Roland get rid of the evil spirit, she would have no worries in the future - to be fair, her child was no worse than anyone else, and even much smarter.

"It's right there."

Two hours later, they arrived at the place where the box was buried.

It was a cemetery that no one cared about.

Miguel's two men took out the shovels they had prepared long ago.

Under the moonlight, Yam Jones clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes to pray.

May you protect my Roland...