The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 396 Ch.395 Rabbit Chasing Bullets

Saint Archene.

Roland had never heard of this name either.

When Old Shelley told all about his conversation with the girl, Saint Archene, the three of them had the same expression.

Confused.

However, at least there was a guess.

James Shelley's guess was similar to Roland's.

It was just that he didn't have a "wrench" and couldn't be sure whether his guess was correct:

'Otherwise, you will die in this history. '

She mentioned 'this' history.

At the same time, she didn't give a way to bring the mystery box into the dream.

Therefore, James Shelley had reason to believe that the so-called 'sending the mystery box' meant sending it to another history.

The Lord of this dream may come from an immortal, or even a part of a god.

"What we are looking for may not be in reality, not in dreams, or even in this history."

James Shelley pinched his eyebrows and was particularly alert to the 'fifty years' mentioned by the woman - ample time means extreme danger.

"I've hardly heard of anyone who has done it before, crossing history." The old man asked Roland, "You know about 'multiple histories', right?"

Rose: "What multiple histories?"

Roland: "I know."

Shelley: "I can only use the Shelley family's relationship in the alliance to find out for you, but this task will obviously fall on your shoulders - I can't fulfill the 'fifty years' agreement, I can't live that long."

Rose: "What multiple histories?"

Roland: "I understand, there's still plenty of time, sir, please be careful... According to my friends, strange objects or knowledge involving multiple histories are very likely to cause big trouble."

Shelley: "The Shelley family's troubles are over. As long as I know the rules, no one will mess with me again."

Rose: "No, what multiple histories?"

Roland: "Are you going to keep the puzzle box yourself?"

Shelley: "No, I think handing it over to the church or the Inquisition is a better choice...right? In fifty years, we won't need it now - compared to safety, where is the Inquisition safer?"

Rose: "I'm going to smash things!!"

The two men laughed.

"You are so annoying, Roland, I--" Before Rose could get angry, old Shelley stopped her with his hand.

"Since you have chosen to be Shelley's successor, Lillian, you have to learn to restrain yourself."

Rose grinned and said indignantly: "I never do that."

"You said that the path you embarked on is the "Secret Scroll", so you are on the same path as me." James Shelley crossed his hands, with a smile in his eyes: "Some experience, experience on the road, how to feel the most interesting adventure, the craziest chaos... satisfy the desire in your heart..."

"Oh, I haven't had time to send someone to investigate you, Lillian. This is all the experience of me, an old man, a former high-ring "Secret Scroll". "

"What's more, I have the ring-raising ceremony before the sixth ring..."

Rose slowly stroked her curly hair and cleared her throat.

Pretending to sit up straight and put her chin in.

"...We can discuss it. "

Roland was dying of laughter.

Rose gritted her teeth and crushed his feet with her cloth shoes under the table.

The two chased each other, but their upper bodies were as straight as a lamppost.

James Shelley rested his chin on the back of his hand, quietly watching the two immature young people using the same immature means to enhance their already close relationship...

John.

I was so patient with you.

But why...?

I arranged everything for you, just wait for me to die.

The old man suddenly felt lonely.

--John Shelley failed to kill him, but buried his hope alive.

But.

The Shelley family will never cooperate with the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, and there will never be a cult heir.

John, you are on the wrong path.

Thinking of this, James Shelley took a deep breath, and the pain brought by the rotten lungs full of wounds filtering through the trachea expanded and contracted with the last vitality.

"Now young people express their love in a much more straightforward way than we did back then. "Shelley teased.

Rose seemed to have heard a foreign language, and seemed to understand: "...Oh, so this is the pipe? What is it used for?"

"Too clumsy."

...

In short, Rose became the "heir" of the Shelley family -

temporary.

Because Roland did not think that a lie told by others could deceive this old gentleman who rose from the mud for a long time - after all, countless "gentlemen" had died in his hands.

Look at Anne Vansittart, who is in charge of the Elephant Gang, and you should know that the leader of the Gold Tooth Gang, which is larger than the Elephant Gang, is not as kind as he looks.

So.

This lie only lasted until Rose escaped from the dream and Roland's goal was achieved.

After that...

Roland didn't care.

Anyway, Rose survived, and survived alive and well.

"Lillian."

When Roland was in a trance, James Shelley was talking to Rose. He wanted her to come to the old house often, and it would be best if she stayed there completely.

"I'll have the servants clean up the best room for you - when winter is over, I'll build you a house of your own...decorated according to your own ideas, how about that?"

"I still have a job."

"Everyone has a job, kid. But you have to have a place to stay - where do you live now?"

"The house behind the courtroom, there are many wooden houses there, free of charge."

“…is not a good choice.” He saw Roland slightly tilt his head and teased like a child: “The heir of the Shelley family has only one chance to live in those broken woods in this life—that is, when the Tribunal is completely acquired.”

This tone is much stronger than Randolph Taylor.

In terms of courage.

“You may not have seen Bellos Taylor, young man,” he heard Roland mention “Taylor”, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked at the handsome young man again: “When the old guy was young, he said that if he joined forces with me, maybe he could buy half of Britain in twenty years of hard work…”

“Now, guarding the harbor all day, he has lost his ambition…”

He did not hide his familiarity with Bellos in his words. For each other who had known each other for decades and were both enemies and friends, irony was also a kind of praise: “He is smart and knew to hand over the industry to a talented heir earlier…”

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at the girl who was already a little impatient.

"The Shelley family also has its own business."

"I'm very busy every day," Rose knew what was going to happen next. She thought she was just a 'fake', why bother doing such troublesome work, "Mr. Shelley, I'm very busy. Besides, it was agreed that I would only attend a few banquets with you..."

The old man did not force her, but just recited a few figures.

"The annual income needs someone to keep an eye on it. I'm old and tired, and my eyes are getting worse and worse. Alas, perhaps, being swindled of property by the housekeeper or hired hands will be the final outcome of the Shelley family..."

Rose glanced at Roland.

Since she is now in charge of the "Fountain of Youth", she has come into contact with some knowledge related to "management" - just a little bit.

But this little bit is enough to pretend.

"That's impossible."

She shook her head: "Don't you keep accounts?"

Look, rabbits chase bullets.

Old Shelley sighed: "There are many things to say about the accounts, child, which is why I need an heir to deter them. If you can really help, the Shelley family can save at least 100,000 pounds every year..."

"Perhaps, for a single round of cooperation, I should give you one-tenth of it as a reward for your contribution?"

Rose looked at Roland again and hesitated:

"...We have to make it clear first, sir. I can't...read." She lifted her hair, showing shame for the first time, and her voice was much lower: "...But, but I am learning."

James looked at Rose as if he was looking at a little prey that stepped into a trap: "The Shelley family has the most teachers, child."

"As long as you are willing to learn."