The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 398 Ch.397 Delis the Riddler

James Shelley handed the Mystery Box to Roland—of course, through his hands, and the ultimate destination was the Inquisition.

This behavior will undoubtedly dissatisfy the church...

But that's all.

After all, the Mystery Box ended up in Holy Cross.

Enid didn't necessarily care that it couldn't be eaten or drunk. It was a metal box that was useless except for smashing people. For a period of fifty years, this box must not be left in the hands of Shelley or Roland. That would be too stupid.

However, the Mystery Box will remain in Roland's hands for one night before being handed over to the Inquisition.

One night.

Enough.

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"Name": Delise's Dawnbreaker Mystery Box

"Type": Strange object (alien/ghost/ritualist)

"Description": A strange item made by Saint Delise.

It is difficult for the ignorant to imagine how far a great and learned ritualist could go - for example, to create a special magical object.

Those who hold the Mystery Box of the Dawnbreaker must pay the blood of sin to gain a glimpse of the truth.

(A special, almost extinct, alien blood)

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What on earth is Saint Delise thinking?

Roland stared at the 'condition' in front of him, deeply confused.

If she was the savior, destroying 'evil', she should have let the angel kill her in Bristol.

If she acknowledges her existence...

How could the tragedy in Bristol happen?

Roland didn't like this condescending test...

That's right.

This so-called 'special, almost extinct' thing, Roland can conclude, is definitely the golden color flowing in his body, the polar sun seed that the ancient angel asked him to drink in Bristol.

Ring after ring.

Maybe it's a test, maybe it's a worry.

In the silence of Wrench, Roland cut his finger.

With a 'click' sound.

The cold metal in the arms sheds its layers like the most exquisite machinery. Under the criss-crossing golden patterns are gears of different sizes one after another.

They meshed and drove each other, revealing their complete selves before Roland's eyes from the detailed sound of rotation.

The metal split open, revealing——

That's...

Two old leather bound books.

One is gray and one is black.

It is worth noting that the name of the black book is clearly marked, so that the person who opens the mystery box can immediately know what he has got:

"The Tantra of Skillful Hands"

This book records a special kind of knowledge that may not have appeared in the world yet in a language that Roland has never seen but can understand:

How to "crack" and "tear apart" the "field" created by the ritualist.

This knowledge should be classified as a great art, belonging to "occult science". It is a precious treasure that has not yet been found by the lucky ones, and may wander in the sleeping world.

If such power is acquired, the "field" will have almost no restrictive power for the ritualist.

Roland weighed it and looked at the other gray one.

The cover is empty.

After opening it, it was filled with handwritten text.

Very beautiful words.

These diary-like soliloquies also gave Roland a unclear answer to his long-standing speculation.

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"I really shouldn't have embarked on the path of a hero."

"When a person loses his freedom and lives entirely by hope and others, where is not hell?"

"If you who read these words have 'wings'."

"Then this is the last time."

"I don't know your name, your gender, or even whether you are a human being."

"That's right."

"Just like you thought."

"It's all what you think - I couldn't leave that word in my diary, but you probably hate that word, right?"

"I can only apologize to you quietly, as a secret between us."

"Since I can't be sure whether the mystery box will fall into the hands of someone who shouldn't hold it, so when you see this, you can only guess what I am going to say - if you are, we should have a tacit understanding."

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Roland turned the page.

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"Just like you thought."

"Use your brain to think about my thoughts."

"Some of the strange things in the Land of Wings will get worse in the near future - you can think bolder than roses in words."

"I left many fragments in the mystery box, my memories, or parts of my soul or knowledge."

"If you find it, if others find it, open it and you will see the power."

"But I hope you can find it."

"Please don't worry, that situation is still far away for you."

"If you believe it and guess what I want to express, you will definitely look for the mystery box I left behind."

"Or you give up."

"Be content with the status quo."

"Then, this will also be the answer that fate gives me."

"I can promise: for me, no matter which path I take, I can accept it - I have tried my best."

"I resisted fate and also obeyed fate."

"If you read this and vaguely understand what I'm going to tell you, or start to get angry with me or become curious..."

"I can give you a hint."

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Roland saw a line of small words at the bottom.

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"Soon, something interesting will be discovered in your world, and that discovery...or invention will affect everyone...even the entire world."

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Roland turned over it.

Last page.

No more.

Everything behind is blank.

Roland turned over a few more times, his face looking more serious than ever before.

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wrench.

"Um?"

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I.

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Didn't understand.

"..."

"Me too."

Bai Yan was extremely angry and burned up in Roland's eyes.

"Is there something wrong with this Delise?"

"The Riddler definitely has three eyes when giving birth to children!"

"'Use your brain to think about my thoughts' - think about it, ***, is the price of the road of bravery the inability to speak human words well?"

Roland:......

You seem angrier than me.

"I hate riddles the most in my life."

"How annoying."

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wrench.

"what."

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Something green and soft.

"Enid's panties."

Roland:......

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It's vegetables, idiot.

"It's all the same, you like them all."

Roland:......

He actually lost!

The annoyed young man threw down his notes and began to think about how he could win back the victory tonight.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with Delise choosing you."

"A man who doesn't speak human words chooses a man who can speak but never speaks human words."

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It’s really troublesome, and I hate guessing.

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Besides, I don’t think of myself as a ‘brave’ or anything like that… Well, a new generation of brave? It sounds like a peaceful life is leaving me.

"If you think carefully about what has happened since you came to London——"

"You call this a peaceful life."

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At least I don't have to chase the mystery box around the world.

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Oh, it seems I still have to find a way to jump through history.

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In addition to Theresa, there was also a Saint Arcane.

Thinking of this, Roland stretched out his arms and fell down on the bed.

Bang.

"I'm so tired, Wrench."

The white snake head emerged from the cuffs and swam up Roland's chest along his arms.

'Father? ’

"I'm so tired, Little Candle."

‘I’m going to hunt! ’

"... Just kiss me... Okay... No, it's not about biting my nose, Little Wax... It's not about biting my upper lip either."