The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 445 Ch.444 Three Rewards and the Butler

Let’s not talk about how Peggy Street treated the miners.

She kept her promise and agreed to open the Street family’s treasure house to Roland and his party: it was called a treasure house, but it was actually just a small collection room.

In addition to secular artworks, there were also some mysterious and precious items collected by Henry Street.

Peggy said that each of them could take one.

“How stingy.”

In the reception room, Rose fiddled with the bowl-sized copper plate in her hand, very dissatisfied: “She said ‘take whatever you want’ before.”

“We didn’t help much, this is generous enough.”

Kingsley replied.

After all, except for Rose, he and Roland really couldn’t be said to have ‘helped’ in the whole process (he didn’t think his words could help in any substantial sense, unless the person who listened to it was not well educated and his wisdom was difficult to talk about in detail - I wish there were more smart people in this world.)

Rose got a round copper plate, and Kingsley chose a pen.

However, it seems that these two young people are not thinking about the "generosity" in their hands.

Tea mist curls up.

"... She broke her promise."

Rose muttered and handed over the sign: "So you already knew that she was such a person."

"I didn't know it, Rose," Roland held his chin, took the copper plate with sharp characters, and looked at it over and over again, "I just think that no one can be a mountain or an ocean."

No one is eternal.

"Didn't our detective remind you a long time ago?"

Kingsley shook his head after hearing this: "I am the real "guess". I don't even know why I helped her in a rush before - I have read many books, but I have never witnessed a person's "degeneration" with my own eyes..."

At this point, he made a joke with a straight face: "Or "growth."

The characters on Rose's copper plate are a language that Roland and Wrench have never seen, although due to the existence of "All Things Brilliant", Roland can identify the knowledge recorded on it.

An invisible technique.

Named: Gushing Curse.

This is a curse that will harm both the enemy and the enemy. It is only effective for low-level ritualists and the creatures below them.

The method of use is very harsh, and the caster must endure inhuman pain.

Roland did not recommend her to choose this bronze medal, but Rose insisted.

"I feel it is more useful than the book and the key," Rose snatched it back, shook it in her hand, and was a little proud. "The lost text may record some powerful rituals..."

She leaned forward and whispered: "Can't you..."

Roland: "No."

Rose: "You should be able to..."

Roland: "No."

Kingsley: ...

I have to listen to these meaningless conversations every day to waste time.

"For some low-level people who have not yet mastered the real power, this invisible art is terrible enough."

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Teaching her is like putting a banana in the hands of a monkey.

"You don't give it to her, and you don't allow her to find it herself?"

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I'm talking about this invisible art.

"That's what I said."

Roland rolled his eyes silently in his heart and took the pen handed by the detective.

Roland reminded him to choose this pen.

--If he follows his own ideas, he would probably choose the oil painting.

"Is it more valuable than the oil painting?" Kingsley leaned forward slightly.

It must be said that he is now interested in "mystery".

For example, the letter that can make people burn with fire.

The power that can make Rose, a "weak" girl, knock down a strong man in a few strokes.

His father never let him touch these.

"Oil painting?"

Roland stroked the headless pen with a walnut handle in his hand and smiled: "Oil painting can only be used as travel expenses, Kingsley. But this pen is of extraordinary value..."

A small gadget that can buy hundreds of oil paintings.

"This is a special one, maybe Henry Streeter didn't even find it extraordinary..." Roland weighed it and returned it, "Maybe it's more expensive than a house."

Kingsley looked at the pen and looked at Roland.

"You should know that I am different from you."

"It's just different now." Roland said mysteriously, "Maybe you will use it, one day?"

Kingsley already fully understood what kind of person this man was.

He dared to guarantee that if he continued to ask, he would definitely get the remark of "Why don't you reason it out?", and then no matter what he said, he would not get the real answer.

It makes people sleep badly.

Roland chose a travel book himself - it records a period of the life of the owner of the story, the absurd and unbelievable villages and towns it traveled through, and the strange rituals and customs it witnessed with its own eyes...

There is no invisible art in it, nor does it exist knowledge that makes flesh and blood or soul strong.

The reason Roland chose it is the author.

Author: Ryan Master.

Roland asked, but the butler didn't know when this little note appeared in the collection room, and he was not even sure how long it had existed.

The book describes a strange town in great detail—they call themselves "Dragonborn" and act rudely and strangely. As Roland now understands, if Mr. Master is not making it up, then it must be a very old story.

The one who wrote about the bloodthirsty demon and went to that dreamland.

Is the author still alive?

Knock knock.

It's the butler Martin who comes.

Peggy was too busy, or for some other reason. Anyway, after that day, they never saw this glorious creature again.

"I'm sorry for the poor hospitality," the old butler said, declining Rose's invitation several times, but he felt that this would never end, so he slowly found a chair and sat down - one-third of the way.

"How can I sit and talk with you, Miss Shelley."

Even so, he still didn't forgive himself.

"How can I let an old gentleman stand for twenty minutes while I sit with peace of mind." Rose blinked and said playfully, "I received an apology from the Street family."

Old Martin understood Rose's hint, and a layer of slick smile melted on his face with ravines visible to the naked eye.

But in fact, a truly experienced butler would never be rude because of a girl's invitation - sitting face to face with a guest, then who is the guest?

The butler is the embodiment of the master's will.

Rose's class was not in vain.

She knew what the old guy was here for - but was it necessary?

Street didn't need Shelley.

Whether Peggy was willing to give all the property to whom, or vice versa, to impose higher taxes and more stringent laws - that was her problem to consider.

Did she need to send a butler to explain to her?

Rose couldn't figure it out.

She also knew that she didn't have this "talent".

"Okay, Mr. Martin." The girl pressed her skirt folds and sat up straight, "I am a little confused, and it's not a bad thing to talk to you before leaving."

She said.

"For example, the ritualist that Ms. Peggy Street mentioned before, the subsequent arrangements of the two evil people, and the debt problem of the Street family - I don't want to find out anything, Mr. Martin, but if Ms. Street needs some help..."

Kingsley nodded secretly while listening to Rose.

That's about right.