The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 468 Ch467 Weird Transaction

Chapter 468 Ch.467 Weird Transaction

Roland told Rose the information obtained by Little Candle, and the clever snitch immediately understood what Roland meant——

There is serious underground water leakage.

Well, just have a heavy rain or find a way to make it leak.

"The question is, how long do we have to wait?"

Rose asked.

"But it hasn't rained for a long time."

"It won't take long." Roland spit out a word: ""The Song of Birds and the Walking of Beasts"."

Rose's eyes lit up and she answered immediately: "The seventh great art?"

Birds singing and animals walking.

The Great Technique Part Seven.

Those who study this technique mostly believe in the cycle ruler of the quadruple spiral:

The goddess Eve is a ritualist belonging to the "Maelstrom".

Instead of "herds" or "immortals" who study this technique, they will also be able to get close to wild beasts to a limited extent, talk to them, and discover them from some clues.

The above is the knowledge that Fernandez taught Roland, and later Roland taught Rose.

Knowledge of the Great Art.

However, in the library of the Inquisition, there is more information about "Birds Singing and Beasts Walking":

Those who study it deeply will be able to derive extraordinary rituals from it.

for example.

They need it now.

Ritualists who have studied this art deeply can reverse the celestial phenomena through a rare ritual - this is undoubtedly a very powerful power.

"We need someone who can make it rain in London."

Roland thought thoughtfully: "I can't go to the Golden Island anymore, but you can. Pass the Golden Island and make a deal with the ritualists there... using knowledge or gold pounds."

Speaking of this, Roland suddenly froze.

——He previously thought that he could no longer go to Golden Island because the death of Helen Hawkins was related to him.

Considering that there is no way to escape from the dream, I am afraid that those people will catch me...

But now, the rules have changed.

As long as the ritualist dies in the dream, he will return to the waking world.

Jin Dao can't lie, but he can no longer restrict a person who can leave at any time...

"Maybe I can go with you," Roland said.

Rose didn't say whether she agreed or not. She stretched herself and put her fingers into the button holes. Her eyes were incomprehensible: "You are a strange person, and even the path you are on is strange... What is so noteworthy about "Fantasy"?" "

"Mr. Savior?"

Roland made a serious face and pulled his sleeves; "Respect the savior."

Rose hooked the buttonhole without letting go, smiling like a fox: "When I truly join the private alliance and become the leader, I will hide all your ring promotion rituals... until you beg me."

"I probably won't live to see you become the leader."

"Who said that!" Rose believed that as long as she joined the private alliance, she would soon become an important person with her surname and extraordinary talent: "I will help you find out about the 'prophecy'...you're welcome."

Roland felt that with a character like Rose who was always getting into trouble, unless the person in charge of the private alliance was Beatrice...

"Roland."

"Um?"

"I can't get my hand out."

The conversation ended with the death of a buttonhole.

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Arriving at Jindao again, many things have changed.

for example.

No one was waiting on the shore.

Roland and Rose went to the door one behind the other, pretending not to know each other.

Rose laughed as she walked, until her stomach ached - Roland with the cat's head was so interesting.

By the way.

Her ‘face’ is a mask engraved with gold pounds.

The two people walked through the rugged mountain road and arrived at the guarded door.

Then.

Follow the rules and pay a secret to gain access.

But when the guard asked another question, Rose knew that Roland's plan failed.

"Have you ever witnessed death on the Golden Isles."

"No."

After Rose answered, she walked through the door, walked around behind a tree, and looked at Mr. Cat who was about to arrive with a smile.

She watched him bow politely, murmured a few words to the guard, and was about to lift his leg when he was stopped and asked another question - and then he started scratching his head.

'Ha ha ha ha…'

As the eyes of the two guards became more and more unkind, the catman took a few steps back and immediately turned around and ran towards the cliff next to the path.

Then, he jumped up amid the shouting.

'This idiot...'

Rose kicked a stone and turned towards the city.

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It's not impossible to find a ritualist who can make it rain in the city of London.

After all, this is not a trial court. No one cares whether you are trying to complete a certain ritual or have some other plan - as long as you are lucky enough and can satisfy the other party's appetite, the purpose does not matter at all.

Rose waited for two hours.

Someone came to the door.

He was a tall, bulky gentleman with a plain head and short hair, but no facial features.

That's not impressive.

"I saw the words you left," his voice was low, as loud as talking in a jar: "You want it to rain in London?"

"right."

"Oh..." The man hesitated for a few seconds: "How much can you give me?"

he said.

"The ritual of changing the celestial phenomena requires a large amount of precious materials. If you have a ritual practitioner who specializes in great techniques, you will know this." Mr. Jar hesitated for a moment: "I want gold pounds, a lot of gold pounds."

Rose was quite surprised that this man didn't ask for 'knowledge' - maybe Roland, maybe Shelley, these two gentlemen turned Rose's life around and she no longer had to worry about money.

Therefore, she believes that trading requires knowledge - this idea is not correct.

Although most ritualists are not short of money.

But there is still a certain distance between not lacking money and having money.

"I want a thousand pounds." After the man finished speaking, for fear of Rose's rejection, he quickly explained that most of the money would be used to purchase ritual materials, such as precious wood, plants, and even some natural gems.

Calculation after calculation (actually Rose couldn't do it at all), in the end was his 'reward'——

Two hundred pounds.

This is not a small amount (based on a tutor's annual salary of sixty pounds), but for a ritual practitioner who studies a great art, a ritual that can change the celestial phenomena.

Two hundred pounds is definitely not much.

It can be said to be really cheap.

Rose stared at the man who started to fiddle with his cuffs and trouser pockets, feeling more curious.

This person…

A bit weird.

She was afraid that she might not mess up Roland's plan, so she pretended to be dissatisfied: "Sir, it's too expensive."

As expected, the man didn't get angry or turn around and leave. Instead, he scratched his head and arms like a child who had never seen a big scene before, scratching his nails loudly.

"...Celestial rituals are difficult, madam." He muttered, seeming a little unhappy: "A lot of money has to be used to buy materials..."

"I don't mean the materials, sir." Rose held her chin and talked about the price like teachers did: "I mean your personal remuneration. Just for a ceremony, it costs two hundred pounds?"

"Maybe I can wait a little longer..."

The man was indeed anxious and stretched out his hand awkwardly, trying to 'intercept' Rose's voice:

"One hundred and fifty! How about one hundred and fifty pounds?"

Rose was suspicious: "You won't accept the money and not do the work, right?"

It started picking its nails again.

Rose:......

What's going on with this guy?

Is he a child, or is his brain abnormal?

She didn't want to talk to this weirdo, but she listened to him;

"I can hold the ceremony first. I have some materials in hand..."

Rose:......

fool?