The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 47 Ch.47 Wizard

"Witchcraft...maybe sleight of hand."

Cherry Chloe found a good viewing position and whispered to Roland: "...It is said that it has great magical powers. Roland, please help me take a look."

"lady?"

"I'm not..." She pointed to her ears, "I keep hearing strange noises and can't sleep well. This wizard may be able to do something..."

"You should go to church and ask for help."

Cherry rolled her eyes at him: "Didn't I ask you for help?"

The wizard—let’s call him a wizard.

When Cherry and Roland came in, he had already finished a show.

"Ladies! The next step is the highlight——"

The man selected among the eager women, selected a short lady, and asked him to come over.

"I have never performed this trick in front of others. Today is the first time."

He turned around several times, explained it to the people around him, and then took out a pocket watch from the lining.

The golden watch chain is tied to the index finger and middle finger, and the dial hangs down.

"Come on, let me see you..."

He did not touch the woman who was cooperating with the performance. Instead, he stayed at arm's length and only hung the pocket watch in front of her eyes.

Shake gently...

shake…

"The Father of All is watching you..."

"Slowly close your eyes..."

"follow me…"

He spoke nonsensical words, getting softer and softer.

He was shaking his pocket watch while pacing slowly next to the woman with her eyes closed.

His voice was low and magnetic, and in the small room, even the breathing of everyone made way for him.

Makes you sleepy.

"Lack of oxygen, idiot."

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You are smart.

"No."

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Enjoy it, it's so interesting.

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I've never seen a juggler.

"What did you see?" The wizard suddenly stopped and asked softly in front of the woman.

"I saw the light..."

The woman seemed to be controlled by someone. She opened her arms, held her head high, and murmured toward the ceiling: "Bright light...a door..."

"That is the Eden of the All-Father, lady."

The man is good at tempting: "Go forward, be as graceful as you are. Go forward, push it gently..."

The woman really made a move to push the door open.

Then, his face turned strangely red.

"ah--"

She began to tremble, and her voice became increasingly undignified.

"That is the father of all—"

"He kissed me..."

Snapped!

The wizard snapped his fingers: just like the knob of a gas lamp, this crisp sound made the intoxicated woman wake up immediately, her eyes widened, and she crossed her arms.

There was a burst of meaningful snickering from women all around.

"It's much more exciting for ladies to have fun in private than it is for men."

Roland was speechless.

"Come down, Gretel, don't get the carpet wet."

"Luckily I wasn't selected, oops..."

"How wonderful, sir!"

Everyone applauded very restrainedly, and the man bowed gracefully.

"Again!"

"Do it again sir! We haven't seen enough yet!"

"The night is long!"

You and I encouraged each other, making the wizard in the center look embarrassed.

"Yes, let's do it again. You have to let these ladies and ladies see enough, otherwise, when they go back to recite sutras in the ears of their husbands or fathers..." As the owner of the salon, it is most useful for Cherry to speak. "Let's enjoy it one more time."

The wizard sighed and circled the watch chain several times. After looking around, his eyes were fixed on Cherry, and he extended his hand to invite: "...Mrs. Chloe."

The women started laughing and making noises.

Many women who were familiar with Cherry gently pushed her back with their fingers.

Cherry had no choice but to turn around and glare at her friends, then compromised with the wizard and said, "Okay, don't let me make a fool of myself in public, otherwise, I won't be able to spare you."

The man smiled and nodded in agreement.

Cherry asked Roland to stand where he was, while she stepped forward with her skirt in hand.

The steps are the same as the previous lady.

Just stand still, and then look at the pocket watch...

Close your eyes slowly.

At this moment, Roland felt something was wrong.

"Spirit Vision" allows him to detect the "dream" that seeps into reality, and he can also see the mystery that is gradually emerging.

In his sight, circles of white waves were mixed with a touch of red.

That is the ritualist's method.

Someone is spreading his "secret" wantonly, spreading it in the room, and gradually forming——

That is what Fernandez and Enid taught him:

"field"

Unconsciously, the colors in the room gradually faded, and all the decorations in sight faded.

Dreamland.

Ritualist.

Scarlet Tide.

Roland was stunned for a moment: no matter how many times he sensed it, he always got the same regrettable result - the "secret" and "field" of this sorcerer gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

Yes, absolutely, definitely.

He has seen it before and is familiar with the 'color' of this power.

Roland sniffed hard. Under the rich perfume, there was some kind of rancid smell that could not be concealed.

This place will soon become a maze that no mortal can escape from.

"The Father of All is watching you..."

"Slowly close your eyes..."

"follow me…"

Roland touched his inner pocket and scanned the entire house.

He moved quietly and quietly to the lonely girl - no one wanted to stand with Beatrice Taylor.

"Miss Taylor."

The girl with blond hair and purple-blue eyes puffed up her face and took a big mouthful of juice in her mouth. Seeing Roland talking to him, he hurriedly swallowed the liquid in his mouth and coughed a few times.

"Ahem...beautiful——"

"Shh." Roland put his index finger to his lips: "Do me a favor, Miss Taylor."

"oh."

"Can you go outside and get me a glass of grape juice?"

Beatrice looked up at Roland, then down at the water glass; at the water glass, at Roland.

She reluctantly pushed the juice in her hand to the boy.

Roland:......

"How can she have blonde hair?"

"Blue! It must be blue!"

Roland didn't know what it was talking about. Miss Nina probably didn't have time to tell him many stories.

"Your hair should be blue too, Roland."

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It doesn't feel like a good thing to say, Wrench.

"I want to drink grape juice. Can I ask you a favor?" Roland smiled and pushed the water glass back. "Your brother and I are friends, so we are also friends."

Beatrice tilted her head, her blue-purple eyes calm and profound: "I will make it rain on the street."

Roland smiled: "I like rainy days."

"oh."

She was very happy, holding the cup, and stumbled out of the door.

"You like rainy days, Roland, I didn't know you still had this hobby. Do you like richer rainy days or lighter rainy days."

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You're really gross.

"You were the one who made me sick first."

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I'm here to save people.

"Then why don't you save these women? There are so many innocent people around you."

Roland gradually stopped smiling and looked around lightly.

No answer.

He passed one lady after another and gradually approached the stage directly in front of him.

At this point, the 'performance' has reached its most critical moment.

"You saw a door...right?"

Wizards still use the same rhetoric.

Cherry was like a jellyfish floating in the sea, her arms swinging aimlessly in the air.

His expression looked painful: "The door...is a door..."

Got here.

Everything is different.

The man's voice became very vicious: "You heard...you heard something scratching behind the door..."

"It scratches with its claws..."

"Scratch with your fingernail..."

"Creak, creak, creak, crunch..."

"Your ears were pierced..."

"It's covered in mud and blood... it goes all the way into your brain..."

Cherry covered her ears and squatted on the ground in pain, screaming from her throat.

Just then, a cane fell to the ground.

Clang.

The heavy tip of the cane hit the corner of the table and rolled around the man's feet.

Roland bent down, apologized all the way, and moved forward.

"I am sorry…"

"My cane..."