The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 611 Ch.610 Jumping and the Kingdom of the Earth

Bellows Taylor hated those Jews.

Especially the people in Jocelyn Cavendish's organization.

They are all a bunch of misers who even have to count toothpicks.

He doesn't understand the so-called "primitive" at all, and he doesn't believe that there is a god who can pick out a group of homeless Jews from all races like fish and tell them: I created you, you need to know Kindness, know how to repay——

Nonsense.

He didn't know why Qiaocelin would fall for such a stupid scam.

Build your own country?

It’s not about having children, right?

He does not understand the temptation of "mystery" to ritualists, the temptation of a creator to his creations, the temptation of an unmastered power to those who long for power——

All he knew was that Jocelyn Cavendish gave much more than she received.

For a shrewd businessman, this is a losing business.

"It's worth it."

The darkness receded from the face of the woman leaning on the bed, revealing her increasingly blood-red face, her wind-like gaze, and her warm and pious tone.

Her skin was glowing slightly under Belos's disbelieving gaze, and her delicate but energetic body was reminiscent of the reeds that grow on the riverside and can squeeze out juice, and the ripe and plump wheat grains.

Her shoulders are like doorknobs, waiting for a young man to open...

But Bellows Taylor knew.

I am getting old.

There was always a frightening sour sound coming from the seams of his bones, and the inexplicable labor pain reminded him all the time:

Your unlucky Mondays and Sundays will remain unlucky forever.

Man does not die like an explosion of dynamite, but like a fish living in a bowl of corrupt water.

Sometimes you think you are alive, touching the sacred place that is almost retracted and the lungs that are getting more and more delicate. It takes a war to defecate, but there is only one grape in the bucket.

Your muscles, ligaments, and tendons that you were proud of when you were young have all solidified into a crispy substance like sugar. Children like you more, and you like children more.

Bellows knows that he is aging.

in corruption.

And his wife is still young, as young, turbulent, restless and plain as the ocean where ships are always coming and going.

This undoubtedly leads to deep despair.

Maybe in ten years, or five years, he will poop in the room, on the bed or carpet, and the whole house will be filled with a warm stench.

Servants, his Teresa spoke to herself at the top of her voice as she did to Randolph. The lint inside him dug out from the gaps in his skin, from his nostrils, ears and mouth.

He is about to collapse.

"It's obviously worth it...is it worth it?"

Bellows said to himself, looking at his streaked face in the dressing mirror: the once handsome young man was an adventurer, and now he has become a rich man.

"Time waits not for us, Bellows."

Jocelyn hugged him behind her, pressed her cheek against his back and murmured.

"Time waits not for us..."

Belos moved his lips.

Time waits not for us...

"I think your brothers and sisters are going to hate you forever."

Although he is not a ritualist, he often hears his wife describe the ritual that can open up the gaps in history - or it can be called an invisible 'sacrifice'.

By sacrificing 'luck', he tore apart the 'barrier' he didn't understand and jumped into another level of history.

This would be as dreamy to a mortal as those forbidden stories.

"Hate me?" Jocelin breathed out hot and moist breath, which penetrated Bellows' silk shirt: "They are all good for nothing, from my elder brother to my youngest brother - Alan, Bethany, Jeff. One by one. An arrogant drunkard, a stingy puppet with no opinion or wisdom, a despicable villain who is only interested in profit and is blind to money..."

“None of them deserved the greatness that ran through their veins.”

"I might have saved them by taking away their luck."

Belos chuckled a few times: "From this point of view, you have indeed learned a lot from me."

Qiao Celin joked: "Is it shameless?"

"Of course it's shameless, and it's also about being unscrupulous and clever - as a businessman, this is the first lesson to learn..." Bellows was not ashamed and puffed up his flabby chest: "As long as my children Better than me..."

Randolph…

Belos's words reminded Jocelyn of her son and daughter.

Randolph, Beatrice.

"...Hopefully they won't hold a grudge against me."

"As long as you come back, it won't happen," Belos said in a deep voice, "I promise."

he said.

"You have to promise me too, Lady Jocelyn Cavendish. Promise me that you will come back from another part of history, come back to me, come back to Teresa, come back to our children, our family... come back Come to us."

Mr. Businessman has compromised his nagging wife countless times, and he hopes this is the last time.

"If you have to build a country with those Jewish bugs who don't bathe or cut their hair... I can't contribute a little money... One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand pounds? It's nothing to me."

Qiaocelin pinched the flesh of her husband's back with her teeth.

“…Those are my fellow church members, our fellow citizens.”

"It's yours, not mine," Bellos said disapprovingly: "I have nothing to talk about with these ambitious people - no, Joey, do you really think it's so easy to build a country? I don't want to insult your wisdom with words, but this -"

"So, we have to find the gods who created us, find our gods, and awaken our gods..." Jocelyn said softly in a low voice: "We have the noblest blood, we should have our own land, a towering wall, and a country ruled by us..."

Bellos snorted twice and shrugged.

Just bullshit.

"In fact, you don't have to go in person, right? I'll pay some money, and you complete the ritual, so that those unfortunate bugs--"

"Baker." Jocelyn interrupted: "Each of us has to make a great sacrifice... Do you think I'm the only one who sacrificed my family's fortune? Jumping history is not as easy as you think--"

"In fact, I didn't even imagine it." Bellos didn't care about these nonsense: "How did you come back? I mean, it's like opening a passage, and you can go in and out at will?"

Jocelyn teased: "It's hard for me to describe these complex and profound skills to a mortal in words."

"Great! You dare to talk to me like this now!"

Bellos turned around with a smile and cursed, controlled his wife's wrists, and pushed her down on the couch.

He pulled the buttons on his chest, and under the instigation of the 'tearful eyes', he felt a sense of majesty that urgently needed to be unstoppable.

Jocelyn Cavendish buried her feet in the quilt, her brown hair scattered, and raised her head quietly.

That was the look that said, "As long as you accept the invitation, I will make you satisfied."

At this moment.

The young boy outside the door was being grabbed by the ear.

"…Teresa, I want to find my dad."

"The master is busy now."

"Busy with what?"

"Business, career, socializing, future... Why do you have so many questions?" Teresa had just ordered the servants to clean the kitchen and bathroom, and went upstairs, when she saw the child wandering around the door stealthily.

"I don't want him to see that witch!"

Teresa's face changed, she looked around a few times, half-knelt in front of Randolph, and said seriously: "That's your mother, Randolph. You can't say that about your mother!"

"I haven't seen her at home for a long time."

"She's busy..."

"No, some people say that she is a witch and is plotting our family's property! My father's life! She said my sister is stupid and her brain was eaten by a monster!"

Teresa's face sank: "...How can you say that-who?! Who dares to say that...Tell me, Randolph, who said that to you?"

The young master was not afraid of his mother whom he had not seen for a long time, nor his rude father, but he was a little afraid of the maid who was in charge of all the affairs of the family.

He rubbed his eyes and shed some tears.

"…Good boy, good boy. Am I scaring you?" Theresa forced a smile and wiped the thin layer of crystal at the corner of her eyes with her thumb: "I am with you all day, conscienceless Randolph..."

Randolph sneered and couldn't hold back his laughter: "You just stole my knife!"

"…The premise is that it is a toy, 'Master'. You can't steal those for boning from the kitchen. What if you hurt your face or your sister..."

"I am a man, how can I hurt my family." The boy held his head high, and soon lost his temper again, his eyebrows drooped and flattened: "…My father doesn't like me, and my mother doesn't like me either. They are right, my sister and I are not welcome, Right?"

"Tell me who 'they' are, and I'll soon let them know who is unwelcome..." Theresa curled her lips and took the boy into her arms: "Listen, my child. No one is unwelcome to you - only you are unwelcome to others."

"When you grow up a few more years, all of us will revolve around you and listen to your orders... Understand? You are the master, Randolph Taylor, the most precious jewel of the Taylor family..."

Randolph's slightly pointed chin pressed on Theresa's shoulder, muttering:

"... You have to stay with me."

Theresa patted his back gently, looking at the lights at the end of the corridor with tender eyes.

"I will always be with you until the end of my life, Randolph."