The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 472 Ch.471 Rescuer

‘Master Corant’s life was a magnificent one. ’

‘It is also a legendary life. ’

People say that he came from a poor family and was a thief without his parents since he was a child.

In the streets and alleys, hanging out with the smashers of the Broken Finger Gang, wherever there is a bad place, you can see him and hear his name-bastard Corant.

He is keen on finding like-minded people, whizzing in and whizzing away, taking away wealth that makes God marvel.

In those years, the city was not very stable.

People are not that great either.

Later, he got lucky and saved an old gentleman from a gang fight - a gentleman who studied currency and finance and lectured at the local university.

There was a small bank in his family, which was inherited hereditary.

Corant was moved.

——To this day, people have not been able to figure out what happened during that time.

In short, the gentleman favored him. Not only did he take him to see many big events, but he also gave him a good environment, allowed him to receive education, and led him to meet and listen to big shots.

Although Corant is a bastard, I have to say that he is also extremely smart.

Soon, in about two or three or four years, Corant won the favor of the old gentleman, and the gentle-tempered gentleman with a daughter, who had an extraordinary family, officially recognized him.

When he got rich, he also severed ties with his friends on the street early.

Many people said that they often saw him talking loudly at banquets and showing off his gold pocket watch from time to time.

And later.

He married the daughter of an old gentleman.

He completely changed his identity and became a businessman and banker.

He has wealth and fame, and at the same time, these can give him the endorsement to continue borrowing funds from banks in other cities:

In several disastrous events after that, he was like a god, choosing the right side every time.

Until today.

The family name of Corante Grasso has gone from being as good as ever to becoming a noble word that carries honor.

Capital and credit are inseparable, and with them, there is a ticket.

Now, Mr. Corant can control the tickets and choose to give them to young people he admires and who have promising futures.

Just a little bit, it's amazing.

Maybe it offended the gods, maybe it was the old gentleman's curse - something like that?

Corante Grasso remained childless.

He had one wife and more than twenty lovers.

It's a pity that they don't have anyone who can lay eggs, no one can pull out a slimy and wrinkled son or daughter for him, not even a sheep or a cat or a dog - all they have is feces and the blood, lumps and smelly cloth that come every month. , there is nothing left for the aging Mr. Corante Grasso.

Old gentleman.

He is old.

Now.

He started picking young people.

Just like when he was selected.

He wants to choose an heir for the Grasso family.

——Although Corante Grasso is not happy, he is also very aware of how bastard, dark and calculating he was back then: because of this, he looks at those young people who are full of energy and try their best to show their intelligence and integrity in front of him. When people are young, you can tell what they are thinking at a glance.

They were thinking about his wealth.

His power, his status, his wonderful and happy life.

These young people are no good.

But he had no choice.

"Xander."

He called his maid, waved his hand, and asked her to take away the young man selling him.

"Give him two cents, Xander."

Corant said.

The aging body wants to break bones every time it sneeze.

The man who had lost all his hair squinted his eyes and stared greedily at the maid's hair, face, and body.

An exquisite young girl.

pity.

He is too old.

Just like the poor people in the city, it can't be said that they are useless, but they can't hope for anything.

——Do you yell at the poor, ‘Stand up! ’ Can they straighten their backs and climb up?

pity.

He had wanted to enjoy it for himself and let her bear him a child - or, God willing, if he did have children, let Xander take care of them.

pity.

"Thank you, young man, you have to give me some time to think about it."

He smiled at the blond man in the room, interrupted his chattering and soulless speech, and asked the maid to pay the travel expenses and send him away.

Xander went out for a few minutes and then came back.

"master."

Cinderella had a young—even childish—face.

She looks like a child, innocent and immature, as if she should smell like milk.

"master."

She stood beside Corant with concern and bowed slightly: "You are too tired today, it's time to rest."

Corant shook his head.

He doesn't have much time.

There has to be a result.

"Tomorrow, Master, you can't continue to ruin your body like this." Xander was a little annoyed. Although the servant could not be angry with the master under any circumstances, it was precisely because of this that she seemed to be particularly different from Corant.

She is a girl who can transcend her identity and focus on things other than her identity.

Corant liked her.

He has met too many people in his life, but Xander is different.

"When I die, no one will protect you, Kratofer." Corant agreed with the maid and took a day off. He gathered his sleeves, raised his head slightly, and let the maid wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth with the softest silk cloth.

"When I die, I'll give you some money and leave here."

"I still have to serve the next generation of the Grasso family." The gray-haired girl smiled playfully, not caring about the old man's extremely smelly saliva, folded her handkerchief and put it in her cloth pocket, "I have to take care of the young master."

Corant was helped up by her, put down the small table, and served the baked soft vegetable pancakes.

The pancakes fried to golden brown are sweet and delicious, and are made up of some black, knuckle-wide worms.

They rolled up in disorder in the porcelain plate and crawled everywhere.

Then.

They were pinched and thrown into Corant Grasso's mouth.

"I haven't eaten vegetable cakes in chunks in these years, Shandel. I really miss the days when I was a kid hanging out on the streets - at least things were in chunks..."

The old man's rotten teeth could no longer bite the cakes, but they didn't seem as tough as he imagined. Instead, they were full of juice. Even though they were just noodles and vegetables, they taught him to taste fruits, butter, steak and cod.

Really good.

Corant muttered: "God bless my rotten teeth..."

Shandel also squinted and smiled at the side, echoing: "The Father of All Things will."

Stopped abruptly.

The old man suddenly turned around, and his face with ravines seemed to be visibly rejuvenated.

His eyes were no longer cloudy, as if something had washed away the filth on them, allowing him to begin to pass through the haze.

"Who are you talking about?"

He questioned Shandel in a bad tone.

The maid was frightened and shook her head in silence.

"No, I don't blame you." Corant raised his hand to stop the maid from coming forward to help. He lowered his head and muttered to himself like crazy: "Father of All Things...Father of All Things...God...Holy...Holy Cross?"

The more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became.

The space gradually began to wrinkle.

"Who am I..."

The man who returned to middle age murmured.

"Who am I..."

"I am..."

"That's right!"

He screamed!

"I am--"

A silver sharp knife pierced through the back of his head.

The crisp cracking crushed the shout in his throat.

Corant Grasso twitched and rolled his eyes.

He saw the gray-haired girl holding his jaw.

She held his chin with one hand and slowly twisted the dagger behind his head with the other.

He heard a whisper as thin as a mosquito, a vaguely familiar spell, and the power that came through prayer.

A sharp miniature storm.

It seemed that something was crushed.

It was his...

brain.

"How can I be rescued by you?"