The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 637 Ch.636 The Secret Meeting of the Previous Generation

"Why not touch Shelley...because it will take me a long time to rebuild our organization, and why should we establish an enemy that has no conflict with us at all?"

"Learn to think with your brain, not the dagger," the woman with a slight smile handed over the card: "I remember you are the second ring. Give it a try, the answer is in it..."

The maid was stunned: "This is...this is that night..."

"Yes, a strange object that can predict thoughts -" Rosalind's voice was gentle, like her mentor and an elder: "Although this path cannot provide us with much positive help... but at this time , just right.”

The maid feigned anger: "You are more important than anyone else."

She took the card, asked about its usage, and activated it without hesitation.

That bitch who insulted my Lord...

A woman of inferior blood...

The bitch...thief who attempted to attack Ms. Rosalind...

if…

kill her...

Spots of bright red blood spread out.

soon.

The cards in the maid's hands were stained.

"Red?"

The maid turned over and over, but didn't see any characters on the card.

Just red.

The color of blood.

"This is not a good sign." Rosalind took the card, examined it for a moment, and put it back into her sleeve: "Red, indicates danger - it seems I am right?"

The maid looked confused.

Rosalind put down her pen as she felt a little troubled by her compatriots' thirst for knowledge.

"Making friends begins with asking for help, my servant with many problems," she waved her sleeves: "A "secret volume" who entered the second ring at such a young age, within a few years, she will be a member of the "private alliance"—— Plus identity. "

"As for the silver spindle..."

The woman's voice was erratic.

"It didn't fit. Because I saw a problem."

The maid blinked instead of asking.

Rosalind smiled: "I need "influence", "enduring lies" as the "influence" of the rising ring - dear servant, tell me, if the silver spindle goes into the sun, will it help people? ? "

The maid thought for a moment and nodded: "If the means are right...maybe?"

The influence required to increase the level of the "Mirror" path is very strange.

Same as "Secret Volume".

For some it is as difficult as climbing the sky, for others it is as easy as breathing.

"lie".

Every link has a huge impact.

"Lie that lasts forever."

An extreme example.

If a ritualist on the "Mirror" path creates a scam when he is an apprentice, and even decades later, there are still people in the world who imitate and use the same tricks to deceive - then, as long as it has enough qualifications, it can A smooth journey…

At least you don’t have to worry about the “impact” anymore.

However, it's not that easy.

"Create", not "use".

It’s so hard to create.

"The silver spindle can provide influence, but it cannot always provide it," Rosalind said with a hint of anger in her eyes: "I remember that more than ten years ago, these 'gentlemen' were not so nosy - 'say a few words for women', It seems that the card table and darts have consumed more of their stinky energy.”

In fact, Rosalind realized from the beginning that the silver spindle was not a good choice.

It's just that she had just 'awakened' at that time and didn't have much room to choose.

Now, it's just a matter of making friends with Shelley and erasing the traces left behind.

Rosalind held her chin: "That rare thing is not worth much. I am more interested in this Miss Shelley than the rare thing. Have you found out about the Shelley family?"

The maid quickly answered: "I will contact the Gold Teeth Gang as soon as possible."

"Very good." The satisfied woman lowered her head and flipped through the thin record book on the table.

Time passed like this bit by bit.

half an hour.

Three hours.

Or all night.

The tireless maid seemed to ignore the passage of time and only quietly admired the future in front of her, the beautiful future described by her master.

Their land, their country.

— but at some point.

She stood up inexplicably.

She felt that she had forgotten something, and was driven by heart palpitations for no reason, and she had to stand up.

"Owner."

She shouted, feeling dazed for a moment, as if a shadow quietly clung to her back.

The sense possessed by the ritualist made her aware of the approaching danger.

She began to retreat, and the fear in her heart forced her to keep retreating...

Suddenly her feet gave way, she lost her center of gravity, slipped to the side of the closet, and hit the closet door hard.

Boom!

The rickety wooden box was just a hair away.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

It swung precariously, fell down, and hit the maid's forehead hard with its iron-clad sharp horn.

Bang.

A crisp breaking sound.

A coincidence.

"I see."

"It's really expensive..."

Rosalind stared at the corpse with trembling limbs thoughtfully. After a while, she turned back and focused on the record book on the table again.

"Inferior races really think they have the same bloodline as us..."

She turned the page by candlelight.

Every page is filled with dense names and information.

“Brighton…”

"Bolti..."

"Joceline's family?"

The woman put back her long hanging hair, held the oil lamp, and stood up slowly.

A blurry shadow appeared in the long mirror.

Gradually.

Condensed into another appearance.

The pale widow looked at herself in the mirror indifferently.

…………

…

The Gold Teeth Gang can read more street stories than the Scotland Yard policemen, and they can read them smoothly.

Only three days.

Rose received all kinds of news: there are many criminal gangs in London, but there are very few that can really 'come and go without a trace' (even fewer after Rose officially 'retired') - —

soon.

Certain cases in the news caught Rose's attention.

They have one thing in common:

The husband or the male heir of the family died of serious illness.

The authorities have never taken this as a big deal. After all, it can be explained by 'war syndrome', or it can be excused by 'you can't ask patients to live longer' - in short, someone who noticed something was wrong must have called the police.

But those villains did not launch an investigation.

Since Rose knew about the "Silver Spindle" in advance, she always felt that something was not right about these cases——

‘To understand the conspiracy, first see who benefits’.

So, the snitch, who had just received the news in the morning, took Halida by car to the East District in the afternoon: coincidentally, he met a sneaky man who thought he was 'hidden' and looked around against the blue brick wall, with a high head on his head. The top hat is even more eye-catching than Halida's long legs.

Rose secretly got off the carriage in the distance and crept up behind him.

Kicked him in the ass.

Kingsley, who was kicked somersault:...

"That's not a ladylike way to say hello."

The Mr. Detective, who was covered in mud, had a dark face and ignored the girl's 'helping hand' - he still had this memory.

"Why didn't I see Roland?" Kingsley bent down to pick up the hat, dusted off the dirt on it, and stopped wearing it on his head: "I was about to write a letter to ask you to meet..."