The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 627 Ch.626 Curse and Spirit Tablet

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「Name」: Gold Coin (Second Ring)

「Type」: Secret Scroll Road (Third Crown·Noisy and Busy Daughter)

「Description」: I know I am no longer ordinary.

The Secret Scroll that reaches the second ring can gain more knowledge through objects, and can peek into the value behind those inconspicuous objects-the important thing is that from the second ring, they will no longer miss the rare objects.

Not only that.

Excellent eloquence allows them to easily deceive the transaction target during the conversation, thereby grabbing more profits.

The longer you talk with "Gold Coin", the stronger his words will be - this wonderful power cannot take effect on other events outside of "transactions", and the effect will decrease/increase with the difference in rings.

Gold is as soft as silk in the hands of "Gold Coin". They can shape the shape of gold at will, and even shoot it out like a bullet.

That is, golden archery.

Note: When you set foot on the Secret Scroll Road, you should know what kind of person can easily move forward on this road.

Note: Many ritualists of other religions envy the "Secret Scroll" for having long-range attack means in the second ring, especially in some occasions where firearms are prohibited - but we think that these pagans just envy our wealth, the wealth that can be squandered and use "golden shooting"... ah... poor poor people.

Note: "Gold coins" can shape gold at will, but to attack the enemy, "pure" gold is often not needed - the ratio of gold to other metals is the secret of every "Secret Scroll"... Of course, if you are rich enough, it is "common sense" everywhere.

Note: Maintain an insatiable desire and greed.

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The second ring of the "Secret Scroll" has the power of "shooting" early - this is very rare in other paths. Even the "Iron Cavalry" and "Assassins" who advocate war, or the "Holy Flame" of the Holy Cross, do not have the ability to attack the enemy from a distance in the second ring.

In some occasions where weapons are prohibited, this is undoubtedly a force that cannot be ignored.

But...

The ring-raising ceremony made Rose feel a little nauseous.

She let the maid cover her with a blanket and turned to look at the wooden rack not far away:

The woman on the rack had become a golden statue.

Her body was made of some material that was not gold or copper. She still had the ferocious expression before death. Two golden eyeballs bulged out of her eye sockets, staring fiercely at the direction of the crucible - three of her teeth fell out, and when they fell to the ground, they knocked out a handful of yellow powder.

The well-trained servants used hammers and saws to dismember her, lifting her thighs and arms one by one, some holding her palms or head.

Rose changed the bathroom, cleaned her body, put on a soft nightgown, and came to James Shelley's study.

The old man was holding a slender reading pipe in his mouth and flipping through a book about herbs.

He shrugged his nose when he saw Rose come in.

"...It seems to be successful."

"Is there a possibility that this ritual will fail?" Rose pulled over a chair and took a pipe from the pipe rack skillfully - it was a small curved pipe specially customized for her by old Shelley.

He unscrewed the glass jar, took out a pinch of dark brown tobacco and rubbed it in his palm for a few times.

He put it into the bowl little by little.

Although she didn't smoke, she couldn't stand old Shelley and Tom holding their pipes in front of her all day and sighing: 'This tastes great', 'I swear, life is incomplete without experiencing it'...

Two old bastards.

Rose stuffed the pipe grass with her thumb, held it in her mouth and tried to inhale twice, then lit a match.

"Yes, of course there is a possibility of failure," the old man put his hand holding the pipe on his knees, squinted his eyes, and stared at the unskilled girl quietly: "... For example, if the last step is not completed... the whole villa will be blown up."

Rose took a few sips, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction in her tone: "I should let Tom warn me."

"Nothing serious will happen, Lillian," James smiled: "If you fail, it proves that you are not suitable to go too far. One ring at a time, you can also live well."

As he said, he moved his nose again and looked down at the glass jar on the table.

"I clearly prepared salty cheese and honey butter flavors for you..." He was somewhat disappointed: "Girls mostly love tobacco that is not strong and has plenty of sweetness."

Rose raised her eyebrows: "What's the fun of smoking it?"

She is not Roland.

Or rather, she is completely opposite to Roland.

Roland likes those sweet things, either a big glass of milk, or honey, small candies. As an executive, the most on his body is not holy water and bullets, but all kinds of soft candies...

She is different.

She wants the strongest.

"It's like raising a boy."

Old James shrugged playfully, bit and sucked twice: "That woman did all kinds of bad things-do you need me to comfort you with such words?"

Rose drooped her eyelashes.

"It took Tom a lot of effort for you to ask him to do this." The old man opened the drawer and took out a bronze medal.

That was the 'reward' that Rose brought back from Inns Town before-the collection of that shitty Street.

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"You'll soon be calling her Lady Streeter. She's apparently smarter than most people think about the white ore. Oh, back to the sign. You know the ritual described on it is very dangerous, right?"

James probably figured out what the invisible art recorded on the sign meant, but he was not willing to teach it to Rose.

"The Fountain Curse Kills".

This ritual is too dangerous.

Rose blinked: "Where is the danger?"

James silently put the bronze medal back into the drawer and gave her the same wink: "I am also a "secret volume", Lillian, do you think you can negotiate with me on this matter? New abilities, new toys, right? This is not a deal. "

The old man waved his hands playfully, as if trying to disperse the mystery surrounding him.

Rose:......

"That's what I earned back."

"The premise is that you have to prove that you are stable enough not to do it casually - I don't think you can prove it." James smiled and opened his palm and waved it in front of Rose.

A flash.

A poker-sized card appeared between his fingers.

"...I'm not a child, James -" the girl's voice stopped.

In her sight, the piece of paper was emitting a faint glow.

"The eyes of "Secret Volume" are the most important. At least before you reach the High Ring, you have to learn to make good use of your specialness." James put the card on the table and pushed it to Rose: "A card-shaped rare item. "

"I think it is more suitable for you than the invisible art."

James said.

“It’s also less expensive to use.”

This card, which is the size of a poker but has no patterns or patterns, has always been carried by James Shelley. It helped him a lot from the time he became an apprentice to the time he climbed to the top.

but.

Since I was injured in the last hunting operation, I miraculously found my bloodline...

Old Shelley was finally able to hand it over to a more suitable owner.

"This is a spiritual card that can warn you, Lillian."

"People like us need a strange object that constantly reminds us of danger."

Rose looked down at the spiritual card and muttered: "...I am already stable enough."

Old Shelley nodded seriously: "Obviously."