The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 39 Ch.39 Holy Water Ceremony

Dear Yam:

I wish you good health and all the best.

Your Roland has settled in the metropolis.

The weather here is mostly cloudy, damp, cold, and foggy. Everyone is in a hurry and takes big steps.

It took me many days to adapt (such as cleaning the dust in my nostrils).

You also know that I don’t have many friends. But here, it seems that my luck has turned.

I met the bragging boy leader, the sickly shoemaker princess, and the thin man whose mother is a pastry chef (and other friends I didn’t pay much attention to in time, which is really a bit ashamed).

Are you okay?

The weekly salary my uncle gave me is not bad (including food and accommodation, I have no place to spend money). I am with herbs every day, and I am not exposed to anything dangerous as you worry.

By the way, the lady who took me away also took good care of me.

With her help, I can earn a lot of extra income every week through sewing (I will enclose a rose I sewed by hand for you).

I am doing well, and I hope you are doing well too.

Just like you said.

We have nothing in our pockets, but we have hope.

I sincerely hope that you can fulfill these hopes in the near future.

I have glued two pounds (a total of ten pounds) on the inside of this letter (I am afraid you have already noticed it), hoping that this will help your life.

Of course.

Compared with what you have paid for me, it is nothing.

Finally, I look forward to your reply.

I wish you health, beauty and happiness every year.

- Roland Collins who loves you forever.

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Not to mention whether Roland has decided to embark on this journey, those special rituals alone are enough to give him a headache.

Before that, he still has to enter the dense fog forest from time to time every night to spend time with the interesting but extremely dangerous fairy lady - she did not answer Roland's various wonderful questions, and at the same time, she kept silent about his inquiries about the price.

Fortunately, he could already "see".

After asking Roland if he could read, the Inquisition opened some of its books to him on a limited basis.

Some basic knowledge about ghosts and alien species, as well as some "universal rituals" that a few apprentices could use.

...

"The First Drop of Grace (holy water configuration)"

"Type: Small ritual (universal)"

"Ritual"

"Clear water without night/seven days of direct sunlight/faith/a drop of mercury"

"Prayer"

"I long for and will never be satisfied with that little light..."

"Until I indulge in it and burn myself in flames."

"Effect"

"Protection from a trace amount of curse, stabilize the mind, and calm emotions."

"Causes damage to negative creatures (ghosts, zombies, etc.)"

"Note: Each ritual (seven days)/one standard portion"

...

The Great Mystery (Great Ritual) needs no further explanation.

Then there is the ‘small ritual’ - as Fernandez mentioned before, it is the opposite of the big ritual that cannot be used by people who are not on the same path and is extremely exclusive:

The small ritual can be mastered and used by almost every apprentice and ritualist through learning.

They come from various sects and circulate among ritualists.

The effect is not as good as the big ritual, but it is practical enough.

Under this ritual, someone also wrote a line of small words in blue ink.

‘Ineffective against alien species. I tried to deceive the ignorant cult believer and let him recite the prayer - he soon became like a piece of barbecue...’

It was full of bad taste, and I don’t know who wrote it.

Made with deep well water, put a drop of mercury, the whole test tube was as bright as a burning sun.

The small test tube containing the hazy light spot was taken off the window hinge, blocked with a wooden stopper, put in his own small wardrobe, and wrapped in cotton trousers to avoid contact with the ‘night’.

There are five made ones in the inner pocket of his coat.

Roland never failed to make it, and the finished product seemed to be "more brilliant" than the description -

What's more interesting is that after the ceremony one day, he was surprised to find that not only the test tube in the ceremony turned into golden holy water, but also the one placed on the windowsill next to it, "idle", waiting for the next cycle to transform, turned into holy water.

...

"The Secret Sound of the Book Pages"

"Your eyes will unconsciously distort each ritual, making them occasionally produce more powerful effects."

...

What a surprise.

Pseu Collins sat on a stool in the middle of the room, twisting the herb roots in his hand, watching the hardworking little bee of the Collins family climb up and down.

"What have you been doing these days, Roland."

The old man snorted with displeasure.

Since he became a member of the group of black crows, he has been mysterious all day long.

Either he fiddled with some strange glass jars, or asked William to get him a jar of water from somewhere, or he just lay on the table, motionless for half an hour, muttering to himself...

Although Roland refused the "remuneration" he paid him every week from that day on, this...

This is too creepy.

"What are you doing?"

"Some small things, uncle."

"Your "small things" better not blow up my pharmacy." Old Collins said in a bad tone: "You will get married sooner or later, are you really going to be with that black crow? How many years older is she than you? How much dowry is there? I don't think it's decent. If people know about it, who will bless you..."

"I will, I will."

-

you shut up.

After Roland finished his work, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of his uncle.

"Ms. Enid is not special to me, uncle. She treats everyone equally."

"Oh, I see it's not like there aren't almshouses in the East End," Pugh Collins said slyly: "Why don't you let that lady who 'didn't take much care of you' go there and spread her money?"

"You don't have to do anything. You stay at home all day, but you earn at least ten shillings a week."

"Roland, don't tell me she has so much money that she has nowhere to spend it."

He put on an expression of 'I knew it a long time ago' and looked at Roland.

A dozen shillings?

Um…

"How did you know?"

"Look, look, it's time to use 'you' -" Pugh Collins snorted and pointed his eyebrows with his index finger:

"You little thing are so treacherous that you make those ladies from the West End come here all day long - if you don't make enough ten shillings, can you offer to pay me three shillings? At least, at least put ten shillings in your pocket every week shilling."

"If you ask me, maybe there could be more..."

"Is my guess right?"

"Actually...it's one pound~"

Roland tightened his mouth.

"If you can't hold it any longer, stop stretching it."

-

I can.

"You are absolutely right..." Roland looked ashamed and lowered his head: "My weekly salary is indeed eleven shillings. It is Ms. Enid's kindness."

Old Collins slapped the table and said with determination: "What did I say!"

"I think the room and board expenses can be raised..."

"I'd rather you not do this job." He squinted his eyes and interrupted Roland: "You can save it for yourself. After all, you are a descendant of the Collins family. Don't let me go to unclean places—— If I find any 'Feng Liuyin' on your body, get out of here."

"Also, I won't leave my property to you. Don't expect to spend all your money lavishly and worry about my store."

Roland put his hands on his knees neatly and nodded obediently.

"I understand, uncle."

The old guy muttered: "...Besides, it would be a shame and a big insult to spend money on your face..."

"I just said he can't be serious."

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The same to you.

"By the way, you asked me to inquire before..."

Roland blinked: "Ghost, or spirit body. I heard about it."

"Very few people will wander the world in the form of ghosts after death. This kind of 'creature' is a condensation of certain emotions and obsessions, and the probability of appearing is very small."

"Uncle, according to your statement, it is unlikely that your son died of illness after so many years... I mean, he might have been reincarnated smoothly early, or ascended to heaven, or even been chosen by the Father of All Things, in Eden Be blessed forever.”

Pugh Collins opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He dropped the broken leaves in his hands, put them together and rubbed them together, feeling particularly uneasy.

After a while, he tried his best to smile.

"I also said that that magical trick or something might allow me to see him again..." He stood up slowly, wiped the crumbs of the herbs on the table into his hands, lowered his head: "I'm just asking. , just ask casually. Why don’t you come back for dinner today... Heaven is good... Reincarnation is good, everything is good..."

Roland was silent.