The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 394 Ch.393 Visiting Shelley

Rebecca's death was inexplicable, but Old Peter believed that the power held by the cultists was also inexplicable in the first place.

They still sent the 'person' (or the pile of rotten flesh) to the Inquisition for follow-up examination, while Roland took leave and rushed to Shelley's house.

When they arrived outside the old house, the servants arranged by James Shelley were waiting there early.

"Come this way, sir. I'm waiting for you in the study."

I mentioned the decoration of Shelley's house before, but now Roland finally saw someone even more flamboyant than Randolph.

"Who did you say you met in your dream?"

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Girl holding head.

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Miss Nina's memory...mentioned?

"No."

"But I'm sure it's not the 'Lord of Dreams'."

Wrench said.

"Dreams rarely give birth to 'masters'. What you call a master mostly refers to a memory, obsession, or some kind of alien species that poses little threat—"

"If it is true what you said, that humanoid creature holding its own head possesses advanced intelligence, it cannot be born from a cradle of flesh and blood, a dream left by the Ninth Crowned God."

in the case of.

According to the teachings of the Ninth Crown God, the game Roland and the others should participate in is 'target shooting', not dominoes.

For example, to see who eats the best, who shoots more... These are disgusting rituals that cannot be described in detail and involve multiple people participating in the carnival.

Domino voting?

The trap buried in the words? A game of life and death?

closure? Turn on? choose?

This is not what a creature born in a dream like that would do.

That's really boring for them.

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I don't think so either. It seemed to know my bloodline, but it didn't get angry.

"The owner of a dreamland will not need a mystery box..."

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Where is the door?

"What door?"

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The Gate of Serpents and Spiders, I stepped through a door.

Roland gave Wrench a detailed description of the door.

The giant snake, and the spider in its scales.

own memories.

Another option.

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It says that everyone is a prisoner.

"Giant snake?"

Lieyan suddenly fell silent.

It took Roland long enough to cross the path and enter the real building complex.

"Roland..."

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Um?

"Do you know how a mortal can become immortal?"

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Ten rings?

"Yes, those who reach the tenth ring will have immortal souls. They are no longer allowed to return to the waking world at will, just like an iron ball the size of a theater is no longer allowed to fall on a piece of soft paper. "

"What about the waiter?"

Wrench asked again.

"Waiter, in your opinion, what is the difference between one and an immortal?"

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I heard Enid say that it is a different existence from human beings.

"authority."

"They can invoke the authority of the gods and are 'immortal' in the true sense - but at the same time, those things cannot be said to have 'self'."

"A creature that looks like a cow, has a body structure like a cow, and is named a cow is no different from a cow."

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Why do you have to use cows as an example?

"...In short, I can say this: Immortals have their loves and hates, but attendants do not. They are gods, or extensions of principles."

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so.

"So I'm going to tell you this secret."

"The conditions for an immortal to become a servant of the gods: go through that door and go to the path to meet the gods."

"The 'door' is one of the conditions for being promoted to a waiter. But I don't know what kind of rituals are required, and I don't know which door corresponds to which god."

"Maybe one of them, maybe all of them?"

"I don't know the answer to this, and neither do most ritual practitioners who explore the mystery."

"They haven't even figured out how many doors are hidden in the sleeping world."

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You mean, before the Immortals, the Doors were of no use to the Ritualists?

"Of course not."

"Just like the summoned object you saw that can move from the mirror - the condition for summoning it is to step on the Blade Stairs, a bloody trial field in the sleeping world."

"And the position of the stairs is related to a certain door."

Wrench told Roland:

To the ritualist, the door is like a 'secret message', a treasure box full of unknown mysteries.

Every ambitious ritualist wants to find their coordinates and try to conquer this mysterious place born in the world of sleep.

However, everyone who succeeded or failed remained silent after leaving.

No one can tell what happened to them.

"What you experienced in the Doors cannot be expressed to anyone - in any way you can think of."

"Roland, if what you said is true, that door is not a real test, not a real giant snake and spider - it is even difficult for you to remember what you have encountered before."

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sound…

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The door is a bit like a ‘big ceremony’? -

You said...what's that?

"Passive. Yes, it will give unimaginable rewards to those who find it and pass the test of the ritual - but, Roland, the sleeping world is dangerous enough, and the door is even more dangerous."

"You said you made a deal with that ghost holding your head in order to save the little snitch."

"It doesn't matter, none of this matters."

"Have you ever considered something?"

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What?

"You might not even live fifty years."

Roland:......

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You really know how to talk.

"So, don't ask about the 'Gate'. It's like skipping history. These are not important to you now."

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You also know that sometimes it is not me who asks about it, but they who ask about me.

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Many things happen by themselves.

"..."

"Like your long-legged bat-bat, and...Moo Betty?"

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I say danger and trouble collide.

"What's the difference? These two are more dangerous than everything you've encountered so far combined."

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Beatrice? You think she's going to kill me with watercolors?

"I can bet you with my teeth that she will definitely be more troublesome than that evil nun in the future."

Roland pondered in his mind.

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wrench.

"Um?"

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I can also bet you with my teeth that you were definitely more troublesome than Xander before.

The flames flickered a few times.

It went out in a whoosh.

"I don't like gambling."

The Shelleys' more remote location away from the city of London brought more land, which made them far more than the Taylors - at least in terms of quantity and size.

The building complex looks very spectacular, and some workers are shouting and pushing long-handled carts around the back through the path.

"The young master wants a bell tower."

The old butler who led the servants was even older than James Shelley. The only thing about him that left an impression on Roland was the toes of his polished leather shoes, which were no different from mirrors.

"John Shelley?"

"...I hope the young master can get what he wants in another world."

The old housekeeper sighed.

He could say he watched John grow up.

I never thought that one day, this child who I watched gradually turn into a man would actually collude with the cultists and leak all the information about the Shelley family ritualists - and even personally lead the cultists, cover for her, and swagger in. Enter the first building that serves as a barrier to the estate.

Surprised and killed four ritualists.

Two strange objects were destroyed.

Attacked himself and his father, James Shelley.

If the magical power hadn't come, he and the cult woman would definitely kill the master and completely destroy the surname he had served for many years.

"Who would be suspicious of a boy they watched grow up."

The old housekeeper shook his head.

If he hadn't led the way, the cultist wouldn't have been able to reach him or his master quietly.

The battles caused by ritualists will also be quickly noticed by nearby ritualists.

The cultist will never be able to escape.

Even if she is a high ring.

The old butler spoke quickly but clearly.

Of course, Roland would not think that he had made his own decisions: for the position of steward, every move they made represented the master's will.

"Are you okay, sir?"

"...It's not good." The housekeeper didn't know what expression to make. For a father who lost his child, his only child, any comfort was unnecessary and irritating: "You may know that this is the Shelley family. An heir."

"May the Father of All bless a grieving soul."

Roland had only one thing to say.

Unless he is really stupid enough to fall out with James Shelley, the truth should always be kept in his heart.

For example: What a great death, your son is broken into pieces everywhere, how familiar he is...

Something like that.

"It would be nice if there was a path where the price was never being able to speak again."

"It's definitely for you."

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It would be nice if the price of having roads is to be vegetarian.

"I really know that the price of holding a certain rare item is that you can never be a vegetarian - I have to find a way to get it so that you can no longer threaten me."

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What is the effect?

"Please."

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The effect is 'please'?

"..."

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I thought it was 'gambling'.

"It's your father's stinky eye."

It's really not very aggressive.

——The buildings of the Shelley family can be described as 'spectacular'. They do not adopt the inspiration of the most fashionable designers at the moment, and they are not as rugged and sharp as the Inquisition.

Big, wide, thick.

This is a strong characteristic of the buildings.

After entering the house, the rich and weird color colors fill the sight.

Black, gold and green.

The dark brown floor has been repeatedly screened, and the fireplace in the living room uses slate with similar colors.

The wallpaper is painted by hand, with thin, curved golden lines interspersed with green.

Most interior decorations cannot escape these three colors.

This is more like the home of a certain noble than the old house of a despicable businessman whose ancestors suddenly broke out - even in the eyes of some families with clear inheritance, this place should not be called an 'old' house.

Dress up and look presentable.

"The master likes gold, and the lady prefers pine green."

The servants in the old house were also different from those in the Randolphs: they were quiet.

Just like this house.

It seemed that everyone had an extra layer of cotton on the soles of their shoes. They walked as if they were floating. They didn't say a word. They just nodded and quietly retreated, disappearing around a corner or behind a wall.

The tone of the interior is already dim, and coupled with these ghostly servants, low-brightness gas lamps and lonely candles——

Just like a dying person.

third floor.

James Shelley was waiting in the study.

When Roland was invited in, the first thing he saw was the green-eyed lady who was feeling uncomfortable and twisting around in her chair——

She didn't know when she took a shower and changed into a white-bottomed emerald lace one-line skirt with leg-of-mutton sleeves. Her soft cloth shoes exposed a little of her feet and bluish blood vessels. Just like her, her toes were also wrapped in cloth that she didn't like. He kept twisting and turning.

She looked over with helplessness and saw that it was Roland, as if she had found her savior.

This almost made Roland laugh.

It's good to be alive, isn't it, little cake.

"Good day, Miss Vansittart." The out-of-touch young man gave a dashing gentlemanly salute and said to the Shelley family's 'daughter', a well-dressed lady: "You are as brilliant today as ever."

"Shut your mouth!" Rose bared her teeth: "You—"

The old man at the desk coughed.

Rose immediately stopped talking.

Roland:?

How rare.

There are people who are afraid of snitches.

"Welcome, Mr. Roland Collins." The old man stood up holding a bent bucket with tobacco still burning in it: "Please take a seat."

He didn't use his words carefully, like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time. He just spread his palms and motioned for Roland to do what he wanted.

It’s not like the ritual performer is invisible.

Ignoring the hot tea, coffee, cakes and colorful and substandard snacks served by the servants, the Shelley family, like the Randolph family, made Roland comfortable in every move - this was a very high-end practices.

At least compare the rigid conditions, etiquette, and even the order of using knives and forks with the 'nobles' I have come into contact with——

Roland prefers the businessmen's approach, Taylor and Shelley's calm approach of "treating everyone the way they want".

Although there is a risk of being judged as 'cunning' or 'trickster', Roland really likes them more.

Because you can’t imagine how long it will take to finish a meal when there are more cutlery on the table than your own teeth, and you won’t be full.

"I remember the first time I was a guest at Randolph's house. I stared at a plate of steak and ate it all. After it was cooked, he told me that a gentleman can only take one bite and usually cannot move past other plates in front of him."

Roland leaned his cane against the wall, pulled out a chair and sat down while talking.

"I lost my temper and asked him why he didn't tell me earlier."

James Shelley liked this opening and asked why with a smile.

Roland curled his lips: "He said that it was ridiculous to see how hungry I was at that time."

The old man laughed loudly.