The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 553 Ch.552 You are not

A crystal bottle is placed on the table.

The little monster inside yawned.

Enid Judith's office.

Roland handed it over to his presiding judge - he would not leave this lying alien behind and listen to him tricking himself into saying things like 'Do you want endless money?', 'Three rings...or four rings, in the blink of an eye' I can make you——'

Mason Lyle is the perfect example.

Although the mystery is not like the hottest 'science' nowadays, which is about fifty-fifty, what you pay, what you get in return - those researchers call it 'equivalent exchange'.

But the mystery is not.

Mystery is more like a businessman's approach.

Pay less, get more in return.

Maybe give more and get less in return.

There is even no return.

Mysteries are not ‘fair’, and this goblin’s remarks do have some credibility:

But Roland didn't listen.

He didn't even think that this ugly thing was a 'goblin' - people like Aurora were considered goblins.

it?

At best, he is a low-level alien that imitates a fairy.

certainly.

When Roland said this, it almost smashed the bottle with its head and rushed out to bite his nose.

‘I am a real fairy! ’

'All fairies look like this! ’

Roland: ‘I have seen a goblin who is much more beautiful than you. ’

Goblin: 'That's impossible! ’

Roland: 'Her hair was curly, her eyes were big, she spoke playfully, and her voice was like a child's. ’

Goblin: 'You are a madman. ’

Roland: ‘You are the one. Maybe you should be named "Alien that imitates fairies." ’

Goblin: ‘I’m going to bite your nose off! ’

Roland: ‘It’s so ugly. However, if you have such power, you don’t need to be too beautiful? ’

Goblin: ‘…I am a goblin. ’

Roland: ‘You’re not. ’

The two creatures, who were neither human nor human, argued all the way.

How does a goblin prove that he is a real goblin?

It rolled its eyes.

Goblin: ‘Then, I can also say that you are not human. ’

If you say you are, I want you to prove it too——

Roland: ‘I’m not. ’

Goblin: ‘…’

Roland: ‘You’re not a goblin anyway. ’

The goblin doesn't want such a soul.

It thinks it will cause vomiting and diarrhea after just one bite.

When Roland walked into the office carrying the bottle, he almost screamed in surprise!

The great god of dreams! Creator!

What a bright and bright soul!

I want this!

She must be mine!

Enid was writing something at her desk.

Seeing Roland come in, he put away the letters, smoothed the hair that blocked half of his face, held his chin, and tilted his head to look at him.

"I thought you were angry with me."

She watched as her man walked up to her, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Then, the corners of the drooping mouth raised slightly.

"For what?" Roland put the bottle on the table, pulled up a chair, and faced Enid: "Just those 'Praises'?"

Enid pursed her lips and seemed a little regretful: "Actually, I can ask Fernandez to write it for you. As the captain, he has the obligation-"

Roland interrupted quickly: "Enid, I'm almost finished writing."

After all, it was the calligraphy practice book that Rose had worked so hard to prepare.

How can I not use it?

"Oh? I seem to rarely see you abiding by the rules of the Holy Cross, Roland." Enid's eyebrows were teasing: "If you dare to swear to the Father of All Things that you wrote it yourself... forget it."

She felt that this meant nothing to Roland.

After all, he is not a believer.

Enid knew this ‘all too well’.

"So, this is Mason Lyle's 'little prop' used to 'change fate'?" At this time, Enid glanced at the crystal bottle.

Of course Enid knew this.

But she didn't expect that Roland would hand over the alien so quickly - she originally thought that her little man would be struggling for a while.

It would be difficult for anyone, or most of the people she met who had a "Bottle Monster", whether mortals or ritualists, to make up their minds to get rid of it completely: this thing does have the power to change destiny to a certain extent. .

Although the price is equally high...

But.

What does a little piece of soul mean when one is desperate?

"It should seduce you, shouldn't it?"

"It's not a temptation." Roland wondered: "Is it a kind of alien species that likes to imitate?"

Monster in a bottle:...

‘I am the goblin! ’

Enid gave Roland an odd look and spoke for the monster in the bottle.

"This is the goblin, Roland... have you seen other goblins?"

Roland: No.

This topic cannot be discussed in depth.

"It represents disaster. Many have owned it, followed its instructions, made deals with it - and there is only one fate for these people."

Enid picked up the bottle by the neck and moved it in front of her.

"Death is almost a relief."

Because they made deals with the demon in the bottle, these people not only harmed themselves, but also harmed their relatives, friends, and lovers around them.

They were bewitched, manipulated... no, maybe I shouldn't say 'bewitched'.

They firmly believe that everything is their 'own choice'.

"It has some value, but more of it lies in the bottle that contains it." Enid tapped the crystal bottle with her fingernails: "The liquid placed in it will never corrupt. As for the goblins... only crazy ritualists will make deals with them. ”

They eat human souls.

The ritualist happens to need the soul as a wall to hang the power after placing nails.

They must keep their souls 'intact' and wait for the claim of the destined path.

Once you make a deal with a goblin or something else, your soul is damaged and your "qualification" is lost...

That will have a direct impact on how far they can go.

As Enid said.

No 'normal' Ritualist would do business with these aliens.

Roland suddenly thought of a loophole: "If the ritualists possess it, they force mortals to trade with them..."

There was a smile in Enid's eyes: "There are many smart people in history."

Yet treat it mysteriously.

The smarter you are, the more dangerous you are.

A business client?

sure.

But the trading rules followed by the "demon in the bottle" are completely different from the 'human rules' in the mind of the ritualist.

"They have tried hiring and buying with money, extending the distance through constantly jumping threads, trying hints, and using abilities to manipulate flesh and blood - Roland, too many people have tried too many methods."

Enid said.

Once profitable, ritualists, like mortals, will burst into extremely stupid and fanatical motivation.

Then.

Those who tried suffered greatly.

One after another.

Later, some high-level ritualists finally reached a consensus: about the "demon in the bottle".

This type of alien species follows and to a certain extent controls certain "rules" that cannot be observed by the ritualist. There is no loophole for the ritualist to exploit until they have the ability to spy on the truth.

And when they really touch the rules, can reach the deepest part of the sleeping world, and are named "immortal"...

The "demon in the bottle" has no effect on them either.

Of course, Enid said there was a better way to deal with this kind of monster that only knew a few tricks.

"Do you want to make a deal with me?" The genie in the bottle suddenly said: "Power, wealth, destiny...even the fate of other people. Woman, I long for your soul..."

"Of course no problem."

Enid nodded at Roland's surprise.

"Help me eliminate a soul. The High Seat of the Council of Truth, the Seventh Ring of the "Thinker", a man named Charles Croy - I will provide you with items that are stained with his breath, how about it? "

Goblin:......

The little monster who silently put away his fangs couldn't help but look at the other person in the room.

"Do you want to come with me-"

Roland: "You are not a goblin."

Goblin:......