The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 457 Ch.456 The Defeated

"Maybe I'm not."

Rose held the emerald stained with body temperature in her palm, and the sharp edges made her tingle.

"Oh, of course. I think we had an agreement before - an agreement that we knew each other well." Old Shelley winked playfully and urged her to bring it to him for a look.

He didn't want to waste time on this topic. When a certain strange object was found, everything would be revealed.

Words are weak.

James Shelley was past the age of verbal argument.

"I…"

Rose hesitated.

She knew this was a good opportunity to tell the truth - if she told it, she would never have to suffer this 'tenderness' again.

But if you tell the truth for your own liberation.

Roland will be in trouble.

To know who was the originator of the lie, Shelley gave up his son because he believed this - Rose was not afraid to speculate on the worst outcome:

The Shelley family definitely has the energy to give Roland some color, and at the same time, it will tear the Tribunal, the Royal Party and Shelley apart.

She has learned a lot recently, and is gradually able to speculate on the more profound impact of something.

she…

what to do?

Stinky cat.

Rose's clumsy hesitation caused her to miss the best opportunity.

Old Shelley stood up, walked around the back of the chair, and came behind her.

He took the necklace and gently brushed her curls away.

Rose could feel the roughness on her neck and the warmth underneath it - that was different from Roland touching her.

Roland is her cat, an annoying king with a blade in his mouth, an idiot who never messes with women but is always chased by them (this makes people even more angry)——

But not James Shelley's hands.

She knew in her heart that it was a kind of tenderness that she had never experienced before - a tenderness like the "father" in novels and biographies.

There is no emotion, but the feeling is like a stone pillar that props up a collapsed part of her heart:

She couldn't tell. She was not a pretentious writer or a crazy poet.

But she likes this feeling.

Rose lowered her head slightly so that the old man behind her could more easily distinguish between the hair and the buckle on the inside of the neck ring with eyes that should have rested long ago without having to bend his brittle waist.

Then.

She put it on.

"Happy birthday, Lillian."

The old man's gentle voice was as steady as the candlelight in the room, slowly and evenly baking a piece of frozen soil in Rose's heart that had never melted.

"…Thank you, sir."

She muttered.

"I'm afraid our Mr. Executive Officer has not considered this," Old Shelley rubbed his hands and teased: "Don't blame her, Lillian. Young people are always like this. When I was young, except for those vulgar and obscene things, my head There’s nothing else in there.”

Roland…

That bad thing.

"He's not as good as you say."

Rose was quite surprised.

She had always thought that James Shelley had a bad opinion of Roland.

He rarely mentioned him.

"Of course he didn't." The old man raised his eyebrows, sat down again, and subconsciously touched the pipe, but retreated in Rose's eyes, "Okay... actually this is good for your health."

"How is that possible!"

"Of course it's possible," Shelley argued with Rose like a child, with a serious look on his face: "Smoking a pipe helps you think, increase control of your breathing, and patience. My dear, why do you think the Shelley family can Until today?"

"Just because you smoke a pipe?"

Old Shelley nodded and said he swore on his life that he was telling the truth.

"Are all men slippery?"

"No, there are very few outstanding ones." The old man thought for a while: "...just like your handsome executive."

"gentlemen!"

The old man laughed.

There was a warm atmosphere that rarely appeared in Shelley's house. At this time, it finally lost its temper, broke its amniotic fluid, and began to stretch its immature but powerful limbs in the room.

Something has become different.

"... Let's get down to business, Lillian. I know you are sorry and maybe ashamed about the incident in Inns Town. In fact, you have done a good enough job - I will send someone to the Street family in the future. Talk to their new owners."

Speaking of Innstown, it was somewhat difficult for Rose to face James Shelley.

She almost screwed up for her own 'happiness'.

"Oh, by the way, do you want to know the secret of the white mine?"

"Can I?"

"Of course. Don't keep your little executive waiting too long." He told Roland, implying that Rose was not curious but wanted answers.

"gentlemen!"

"If you could just call me James, or..."

The old man paused and swallowed back the 'father' behind him.

too early…

It's too early.

"Frankly, the Shelleys' mine would make the same decision - if you really knew what the white mine stood for."

he told Rose.

"It is a new substance that can produce more 'power'. Compared with coal, it is cleaner, more convenient and has higher energy. At the same time, some 'artisans' discovered that some of their previous 'uncutting' Realistic fantasies can also be realized with it. "

Rose shook her head.

"I don't understand. It's always 'high-grade' coal?"

"I have some friends who recently did a small experiment." Shelley did not answer and talked about another thing: "He has always wondered if there was enough force to push metal into the air."

"How is this possible?"

"Of course it's possible, Lilian." The old man didn't quite understand the link, but his background and experience determined that he would never underestimate these technologies that can push mankind forward - to a certain extent, these technologies also mean wealth.

Who doesn't love them.

"You can think about it. If he succeeds..."

Rose rolled her eyes: "Like a carriage?"

"yes."

Old Shelley was disappointed: "Conquer the sky... If this day comes... Lillian, a new era is coming..."

This change gave old Shelley a feeling of excitement in his heart, as if his skin and flesh were tightening, and he was young again;

But at the same time, the sudden burst of flames also allowed him to see his wrinkled, sagging, and wrinkled skin in the firelight.

He is old.

For both men and women, the word "old" is scary.

The brave are not afraid of the approaching end of their lives and even dare to die.

But being old is so scary.

It was a long, safe and steady torture.

When he was young, he didn't understand how the 'rotting ones' in Holy Cross could endure sleeping day after day and facing their deteriorating bodies every time they woke up.

Now he knows better.

This is a bet, a bet on yourself being faster than death and doom.

"In short, White Mine is a representative of the new era. Lillian, none of us can refuse it."

Rose didn't have much knowledge, and she didn't think that humans would really rise into the sky one day and change what really needed to be changed - for example, her past experience couldn't be solved by a flying carriage.

"Roland said his friend died in the white mines."

"Ah, I know that." Since Shelley had investigated Rose and Roland, of course he knew this story about Sarah and Taylor.

"I have to tell you, Lillian."

he said.

"Unfortunately, white minerals do infect mortals - whether in person-to-person contact or material-to-person contact. His judgment was correct."

"Our guys have tried hundreds of times."

Rose was a little confused: "But, but, if it can be transmitted to humans..."

"It won't infect the ritualists." Old Shelley interrupted Rose.

Facing the girl's confusion, he had a more mature view - it should be said that his mature point was that he knew very well that this matter was difficult to change and would not change based on his or anyone else's views or actions.

White Mine represents a new era.

Whoever stands in the way of the new era will be shattered into pieces.

"Living is a war, child. And those who come from a humble background and live in the quagmire are the losers from birth."

The defeated have no right to make demands.