The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 628 Ch.627 The influence and repayment of spiritual cards

"So, how to use this card?"

Rose held the 'poker' between her fingers and let it bounce between her fingers.

It has a very soft texture and a certain degree of toughness.

Old Shelley lowered his head, pressed the ash in the bowl with his thumb, and said casually: "It's the same as other strange things."

Other wonders?

Rose played the cards and quietly concentrated.

soon.

The empty card was filled with a blood-like color.

It turned red and spread.

Old Shelley reached out and took away the card, and said in Rose's puzzled eyes:

"The spirit card knows your most urgent desire at the moment and the dangerous thing you are about to do - and when it comes into contact with the "secret", it will use colors to remind the holder. "

he said.

"Red means danger...what are you thinking about?"

Rose: "Nothing."

James smiled but said: "I think so, Lillian. But you should know that rare things come with a price..."

he told Rose.

After being activated, this spiritual card can give the predicted answer according to the holder's desire:

Red symbolizes danger and death.

Blue is the opposite.

And gray…

It only means two situations: either in the next event, it is difficult to determine the outcome. Either, in the event, someone holds a magical object that is exempt from prophecy or has similar power...

"You haven't said the price yet."

"You haven't told me yet what you were thinking just now."

Rose lay down on the table, resting her chin on her arms: "I'm wondering if I should steal the "Fountain Curse" from you... That's the reward Roland chose for me. "

These words finally made the old man no longer able to maintain his calm look, and became a little angry: "I think you don't want this secret skill at all, but because of that Collins..."

Rose had 'otherwise' written all over her face, and she responded in a weird tone: "Kill with a curse, kill with a curse, sir. This doesn't sound like a formal ritual - if I want to kill someone, why don't I use a knife and a gun?"

Old Shelley:…

"He's not a good match for you."

"I think we're a good match." Rose licked her lips and put a hand on her chin - of course, in the eyes of old Shelley, there was no doubt that she was 'smiling'. He has seen too many girls like this. Even if his lover is missing a leg, she can still find the reason why "the disabled person is better than the normal person".

For example, if a leg is missing, the blood will have less places to go.

Having less places to go leaves more wealth to go to other places...

Assumption.

Assuming the blood knows where to go...

Know shit!

When their soldiers were beaten in Kabul and cried for their fathers and mothers, they didn't know where they were going. Can Bloody Beads know where they were going?

Anyway, all in all.

Old Shelley had seen quite a few.

He himself had been stared at by girls in this way when he was young. There were all kinds of reasons at that time. When opening the letter, some girls actually used "You smell so good" as the opening line of the date invitation——

If the pale ladies and gentlemen in this land are a serious, rigid, conservative and chaste book, then if you open the book cover, you will see the most shameless and wanton evil deeds in the world.

James Shelley knew there was more to Rowland Collins than simple.

After all, he was someone Enid Judith could take seriously.

But the more this happens, the less he wants Rose to get too close to him - this represents danger.

The knife named "Saint Achonius" hung above his head.

Another history.

An executive who is an enemy of the cultists and is always in danger.

Every identity is unqualified.

"I think you've reached the age where you should choose a husband -"

"Mr. Shelley!" Rose suddenly changed her color and even changed her title: "I think I have the right to choose who I like... myself... I... I have the right..."

In fact, she didn't.

Not every girl and young gentleman.

As long as their parents are still alive.

"Yes, I don't think there is anyone suitable for my child right now. One with the right background has no wisdom. One with wisdom does not have a good background. He has both wisdom and background, but has a very bad reputation and treats his lover harshly..."

Old Shelley was obviously joking. He calmed down the tense atmosphere with a long and soothing sentence, and looked at Rose with very gentle eyes: "If it were you before, Lillian, you would yell and scold me, and then Saying 'Why do you care about me' - right?"

Rose was discouraged, slumped in her chair, and turned away.

"...How could I talk to you like that, sir. I've enjoyed too much that I shouldn't..."

"Grandness and grudges are clear," James Shelley nodded: "Excellent moral character is an invisible and strong noose."

Rose disagreed: "We must repay any favors we have, and we must repay any grudges--"

Click.

The sound of wooden boards breaking came from overhead.

The old man and the young man raised their heads and looked into the distance.

At the top of the adjacent bookcase, the wooden board supporting the books was overwhelmed with creaking sounds, and a slender crack opened from the center.

"If you have a grudge, you will—ouch!"

Click.

Before Rose could get up, the blue book, which completely broke the board, spun and hit Rose on the forehead.

Leave a light red mark.

"Look, what did I just say? All rare things have a price."

Old Shelley laughed.

He saw the girl in front of him trying to get up, but her feet slipped and she hit the shaky bookshelf again.

This time, three books hit her head hard.

Boom.

Boom.

One brave, two hand in hand.

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"The same goes for the spirit tablet."

Rose covered her head and carefully moved away from the bookshelf, cursing Shelley for being a wicked man.

"Because you just want to steal this bronze tablet from my study, and I won't hurt you - so, the price is just this."

Old Shelley turned his pipe and knocked twice in the pot:

"But if you are about to participate in an extremely risky activity..."

The so-called "prophecy of the spirit tablet" is actually not a "warning", but a variant of "repayment".

When the holder activates the spirit tablet, the strange object itself will activate its power and show the "color of the future" to the holder.

At this time, the holder has two choices.

Continue the adventure that has been decided long ago.

Or stop.

The former will not have any problems, but the latter choice will be troublesome.

Once you find the "danger" and choose to retreat, the "influence" caused by the prophecy will return to the fate of the holder with the same disaster - sometimes, it is more terrible than facing the danger directly.

In simple terms.

When a second-ring is ready to assassinate an eighth-ring and asks about the spirit tablet in advance...

No matter what color and choice.

He is dead.

Rose rubbed her head and curled her lips: "So, this is also the reason why you were injured in the alliance's action even though you have this card?"

Old Shelley nodded.

"I activated it in advance, it's red."

"If I avoid it, I'm afraid I can't bear such a big "influence" - I will probably die."

Rose rolled up the card with some disdain, flipped her wrist, and bounced it back to the old man.

"Then what's the use of this thing? I don't want it. "

Old Shelley frowned, puzzled: "Didn't you find out - Oh, Lillian, don't be like this."

He realized what Rose meant.

"We agreed."

"I can't take anything from the Shelley family anymore..." Strange things are different from gold pounds, not to mention strange things that can "predict" danger.

Rose put away her smile and replied softly: "This has exceeded the transaction between us, sir. It is very difficult for me to repay the ring-raising ceremony, let alone a strange thing that can help people avoid danger..."

The old man silently rolled up the cards in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his collar, and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Really?"

"Lillian?"

"You think so?"

"I thought our relationship was closer than when we first met."

He sniffed and coughed twice.

"Actually, this is just my good intention. As the 'another target' of the Shelley family, the new heir, you will inevitably encounter some difficult to deal with dangers... The qualities you learned from Diamond Anne, can't others also have it?"

"Don't you allow others... to be good to you?"

James Shelley was extremely 'disappointed'.

This kind of disappointment is more like an insult, like a lady who tiptoes into the bedroom with a fragrant scent, blowing a deafening horn of modesty in her swaying skirt, but hears the suffocating snoring of the sleeping beast of varying lengths.

It's so meaningless.

Seeing this skinny old thing hunching his arms and pretending to be natural, Rose waved her hand lightly and persuaded her that it didn't matter, maybe she could use it in the future, and she could talk to him again...

A feeling of annoyance surged in her heart.

James has always been kind.

She is so hurtful.

Isn't it?

"…If it's just for a while."

Rose rubbed her lower lip and said unwillingly: "But what else can I do for you...James."

James: Stay away from Roland Collins.

Rose: I don't want it anymore.