The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 629 Ch.628 Shelley’s surrender technique (thanks to the silver alliance of the fog in the whispering poem hahaha)

Rose didn't notice a thing.

When a person is constantly being indoctrinated and accepted a certain idea, and what she enjoys day and night has already been engraved into her flesh and bones, and seeped into her flowing blood - she will feel more and more that certain things are 'normal'.

When she first moved into the Shelley family, she even made a fuss in front of Tom when there was an extra fish for dinner, telling him that she just had a "mysterious agreement" with James and that she did not need the treatment of a real heir. .

certainly.

No matter how noisy or fussy she was, Tom remained the same.

Dinner is a hearty meal that refreshes all the boots in Xander's shoe closet every day.

After a few days of this, Rose gradually accepted it.

Then.

Just the outfit.

She was not happy to have those expensive jewelry hanging around her neck.

Gemstones of different colors, pearl balls, hand-carved neck ornaments from well-known craftsmen——

Business as usual.

Business as usual.

Then, she got used to it.

Such 'tricks' are provided exclusively by James Shelley, who knows how to 'subdue' Lillian Rose Vansittart.

Better enjoyment, better enjoyment...still better enjoyment.

oh.

And stay away from Roland Collins.

Over time.

Habits are more honest than the heart.

He just wants to make Rose become an 'expensive' woman (whether it's a lady or not is another matter). He just wants to make Rose look down upon these gorgeous dresses and jewelry. The slightest difference between her hands and feet is like a poor person. A half-life pursuit——

He is not training a noble lady, but a girl who dares to whip and control money, an heir to a wealthy businessman who is not of noble blood, let alone hypocritical and decent.

at the same time.

Over the past few days, what Rose has done has proved one thing.

Money was not her desire.

This is good.

Because for Shelley, money was readily available.

If wealth is her "greed", this child will never get far.

Apparently not.

"I have to say, what you're doing is not wise at all."

After Rose left, Old Tom entered the house slowly and restored the messy scene to its original state.

The look on his face when he found out what his master had given Rose summed it up: You're crazy.

"Then why don't you give your crazy master a cup of hot tea?"

Tom sighed, but his hands were still deft.

"You shouldn't do this, my lord. She is just a child, a ritualist who has not yet entered the high circle. What dangers can she encounter? You know how powerful that card is, and there are many prophecy-type magic items. Rare…”

I don’t know if every housekeeper has a bad mouth.

Anyway, James has been listening to it for decades.

"She's my daughter, Tom."

The old housekeeper pursed his lips and wanted to say that was not necessarily the case.

But in the end…

He just bent over.

What else could he say.

"The alliance has not been very peaceful recently," Old Shelley obviously didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore. When he mentioned the private alliance, it was a lot of boring nonsense: "Jeffrey is looking for a ritualist in the 'prophecy' ——Since Helen Hawkins died on Golden Island, he has been going crazy all day long, talking about the 'great cause' and the ridiculous 'prophecy'..."

"I think he's about to invest in a cult."

James pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke, a look of exhaustion on his face.

Tom just listened quietly to one side.

As he spoke, James raised his butt and took down the glass jar on the second floor of the bookshelf and unscrewed it.

A heavy smell of cream escaped from the jar.

"Do you think it could be true?"

A short straight billiard bucket was replaced, stuffed with tobacco and lit.

"...Salty cheese is pretty good too, why wouldn't she like it?"

The old butler sighed: "Sir, you'd better stop getting involved in the alliance. This injury..."

If it gets worse, I might not be able to survive.

James Shelley knew what the butler meant. He chewed his cigarette holder and popped out a cigarette from time to time: "Unless you tell him not to bother me anymore. Jeffrey, my dear old brother. He has been addicted to 'next' all his life." A greater investment' - I can't extinguish his fire."

"Do you think I can stay out of this?"

James Shelley is the high-ring ritualist in the alliance and occupies a very important position.

Even if he is injured or falls down, his words still apply most of the time.

"Jeffrey needs my support."

He muttered, white smoke coming out of his mouth and nostrils.

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"That's good too. Let those old bastards owe me some favors, and after Lillian joins..."

"The neutrality of the 'Private Alliance' is not true 'neutrality'. Especially after Jeffrey didn't know where to get a 'prophecy'... He firmly believed that the ritualists who embarked on the 'no beginning' road would be the key to starting the next new era. "

The old man stabbed maliciously: "I very much hope that he will be trapped by the scammers from the Mithril Church..."

Tom listened silently and suddenly said: "William will be back soon."

He asked tentatively:

"Should we let him find 'that thing'? Or..."

Or forget it?

The old housekeeper wanted to know whether his master still pursued the 'truth' - not to mention James Shelley. During the days when he got along with Rose, even people like him fell in love with the man who made fools around all day long. A girl with a big head...

Shelley, do you still need the so-called truth?

It is impossible for the master to have any more descendants. Even if he knew the answer, what difference would the result make?

Leave the industry to private alliances?

A cold silence fell in the room.

…………

…

"Look! Have you seen it?"

"This is a strange object that can predict danger!"

"You didn't, right?"

A proud man held a card and walked back and forth in front of the bandaged gray-haired girl.

She wanted to show off the miraculous things she got, and she had long forgotten how she had 'rejected' before - Xander was already used to Rose's behavior of 'I will compete with you no matter what I do'.

It should be said.

This animal, which spends half the year having fun and half the year sunny, can't do many things that surprise her.

The girl on the bed tucked her gray hair back on her chest and smiled faintly at her: "You have a good 'father', Miss Vansittart."

Rose raised her eyebrows: "Of course."

Xander shook his head slightly, thinking that he had not made it clear: "I mean, you have a good 'father', Miss Vansittart."

Rose paused, glanced at Halida aside, and kept winking: 'What does she mean? ’

Halida: ‘…Why is Miss Rose looking at me? ’

"Good 'Father', dear 'Father', Miss Vansitat. Haven't you heard of it?" The sickly girl took the pillow from Halida and hugged her instead, with a strange look in her eyes. : "I've seen quite a few..."

"Them, and their 'adopted son'..."

"Those children are working hard. May the Father of All Things bless you... Oh, you don't know? They often point at the faucet and live a difficult life... just to train their throats..."

Xander grew sadder as he spoke.

"Poor kids...do they really love?"

The compassionate saintly candidate doesn't just pity those poor children who don't have shoes to wear.

She also pities children who have been abused or who are allergic to caviar.

"Vansittart, if you need a rare thing, why don't you tell me and insist on giving it to——"

"Fuck...let me go! Halida! I'm going to break her other bone!! Let me go!!"

Bang!

A gold coin crumpled into a ball grazed Xander's cheek like a bullet, breaking a strand of the girl's gray hair.

It shattered the soft wall and embedded itself deeply.

Xander tilted his head, seemingly not surprised at all by this electric attack. He swept his fingers over the ruined gray hair: "It seems you paid more than I thought..."