The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 420 Ch.419 Divination

Herd.

Due to certain characteristics, each ritualist who embarks on the path of the herd is different.

Their information is hard to find. Before they actually meet, you can't predict whether they will grow a pair of wings or weave a terrifying web in a dark and uninhabited corner.

They are the pointers that never get lost, the roaring fury of the frantic priests, and the orthodox heirs of the barbarian secret spell.

The further they go on this path, the more vital they become.

The powerful "herd" ritualists can breathe thunder and lightning and storms, and their vitality will continue to rise to the top of the waking world. From then on, there was almost no power that could kill them on the physical level. At the same time, their strong vitality also gave them a long lifespan.

They can create a new race, change the structure of their own flesh and blood, and transform into animals other than humans in a short period of time.

They master many puzzling rituals - even those that seem to make a madman scream 'ridiculous'.

If one day they reach the Immortal, they can even leave their unique mark on the race they created. Before the race completely dies, they can be reborn through the mark and instantly regain the full power of the original body.

They are all natural creatures.

…

"Name": Cooking Apprentice (Level 1)

"Type": Nature Goddess Eve/Cycle Ruler of the Quadruple Helix/Bright Fire/Hot Turbulence

"Description": Ritualists who embark on the path of the herd always have an extraordinary affinity when facing beasts.

At each level, the "herd" can contract an animal companion, which will act according to the instructions of the ritualist.

After the contract partner dies, is dismembered, and eaten, the ritualist will gain some of the animal's power (but it will distort the animal's characteristics). The longer the contract partner survives, the stronger it will be, and the more battles it has experienced, the closer it will be to the contract partner. The more intimate, the more powerful the ritualist gets.

Note: It is best not to keep turtles.

Contract position: one

…

"Name": Beast Whisperer (Second Ring)

"Type": Nature Goddess Eve/Cycle Ruler of the Quadruple Helix/Bright Fire/Hot Turbulence

"Description": Able to talk to beasts.

You are more sensitive to danger and can detect potential crises in time.

Physical fitness and reaction ability are greatly improved.

Able to hide oneself in darkness by holding one's breath, slowing down one's heartbeat.

After the death of a pact partner or other beast, a handful of powerful souls can be collected by the ritualist.

Contract Position: Two

…

Ritualist.

Herd.

When these two words appeared in the long night, the barrel of Old Moore's gun changed its target.

Aimed at Roland and his group.

Paige was silent for a long time, glancing at the three writhing patties.

"...Let's talk somewhere else."

She no longer treated them with her straightforward face and smile, her expression was more serious than ever.

——They were invited to the third floor.

Only one room on the third floor.

A lot of green is used here, and some dead branches and dried flowers are used as embellishments, placed diagonally in the bottles.

The floor was covered with animal skins, a three-headed gas lamp, and bundles of candles.

The wooden chairs and bookcases are all exquisitely carved and appear to be expensive at first glance - but strangely, no gems, gold or silver are used in this room.

"Please take a seat."

Peggy nodded to Old Moore, so the man put away his gun, lit the fireplace, exited the room, and gently closed the door from the outside.

"Black tea or coffee."

Rose: "Coffee."

Kingsley: "Black tea."

Roland: "Milk."

Rose:......

"Why are you always different from others?"

Rose finally understood that he was a cat who liked to come suddenly in tense moments - as for what would happen after such a sudden... he didn't care.

The three cups of hot drinks left the fireplace slab and were brought to their master by the girl - by the way, Roland couldn't drink milk.

Just one cup of coffee.

Paige poured herself black tea and sat across from the three people.

The blond hair was dull under the flame, and the layer of sweat on his face slightly reflected the light, but his eyes were particularly bright: "I am indeed a ritualist."

She admitted.

"I'm sorry, I thought you came here for...that thing, so I wanted to keep an eye on you to prevent it from leaking out again..."

The girl's words were vague, but Kingsley could probably guess what she was referring to.

"White Earth, right?"

The detective tapped the wall of the cup with his index finger: "It's white, mud-like. If exposed to that thing for a long time, it will make people sick, become like statues, and then cough up blood... This is what you want to say, and what you want to stop..."

He paused for a moment.

Then--

"Is it right?"

"Miss Street."

He ignored the equally surprised expressions of Peggy and Rose (oh, I hope there are more smart people in this world), and continued to speak:

"You heard 'Shelley' for the first time, but you seem to understand the power behind the name."

“Then the way William looks at you is not right either.”

"Similarly. Although you hang out with the miners, most people love you and dote on you, but don't forget - there is not only one young woman in Inns Town... How much prettier are you than the girls from other families?"

Kingsley stroked the porcelain cup, took a sip during the pause, and then continued his cold reasoning:

"You also neglected to dress up - Miss Street, we are all well-educated, and even if we are deliberate, it is difficult to change our deep-rooted habits..."

"for example."

He suddenly pointed at Peggy's collar.

"I'll tell you!"

Rose also shouted.

Girls from miners' families can't afford to tie gemstone ribbons on their chests and skirts. They usually just use ribbons to tie a knot at will - while truly noble ladies, such as Beatrice, usually wear different styles of gold and silver on their necklines. Color jewelry.

Match it according to the color of the dress that day.

Therefore, when not wearing jewelry, if you look carefully at the skirt closure, there will be some seams as thick as a match.

This is caused by using heavy objects for a long time.

"That makes sense. Street wouldn't let his girl wear a skirt with loose collar, but if this girl ran away and hasn't been home for a long time..."

At this point, there is no need to say anything else.

The four of them remained silent.

After a while, Paige tightened her fists and then spoke with some difficulty:

"Mr. Kingsley, your powers of observation are astonishing."

She smoothed her hair, straightened her back, and looked at the three of them:

"I'm Paige."

"Peggy Street."

"Second Ring of "The Road of the Herd". "

…………

…

Paige Street.

After the fire, he was the only one of the Street family to survive.

The other is the current head of the Street family, her brother, Henry Street.

That is, the smart and hard-working young man mentioned before.

"I can tell you the truth, sir, madam. But before that, please allow me to ask why you are here - I cannot tell the truth and tell some secrets to my enemies."

Paige looked at the three of them.

She had good news now, and she wanted to hear more good news.

Rose opened her mouth and looked at Roland subconsciously.

"Let me tell you," the young man with closed eyes put down the tea cup, "Miss Paige. A friend of mine suffered a disaster, was contaminated by white soil, and suffered from coughing up blood - he died in his own home."

Peggy whispered, 'May the goddess protect his painful soul', and then asked Roland:

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to come to the source of that thing and see if this disaster was an accident or man-made."

Peggy asked again: "If it was caused by man..."

"I'll let him spend time with my friends."

Peggy: "If it was an accident..."

"I'll let him spend time with my friends."

The girl was silent for a few seconds, and then asked Rose, "This Miss Shelley..."

Rose shrugged: "For the sake of the store, and by the way (playing) with my friends...I never lie (maybe occasionally)."

Turning to Kingsley again.

"A small business." The detective poured the bullets from the magazine onto the bed and unhooked the holster holding the dagger at his waist: "Find out the source of the white soil."

After listening, Paige was finally satisfied.

She first apologized for her previous behavior, saying that she should not have questioned three morally sound people like this.

Then…

"I know everything about Bai Tu, Mr. Dawson. I can confess it to you."

"As you may think, all this is not a real 'coincidence' - if you know enough about the Second Crown God, you should know that we have some special rituals that can only be used by creatures that are closer to nature..."

"A kind of "divination" that is different from other paths. "

Paige looked at Rose.

"The lady told me, Miss Shelley, that you are the answer to this catastrophic life."