The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1046 Ch.1045 Favoritism and Justice

William, and his Shelley family's tentacles, went to great lengths—and spent a considerable amount of time—in their search for the rare artifact that could verify his bloodline.

finally.

William, or rather, never failed to live up to James Shelley's expectations.

He brought back two strange objects that could verify bloodlines.

A gun, a mirror.

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Name: The Fire of Justice in Reventon
Type: Strange Object (Ghost)
Description: 'No matter how many choices I make, I will always stand on the side of mortals.'

The firearms inhabited by the ghost of Reventon Scott.

His lonely spirit, whose life story had been erased, had long since vanished into the real mortal world—but a fragment of him still resides in this object, and as long as someone picks up this gun, his spirit will never be extinguished.

The owner can change the weapon's status through blood: "on" or "off".

Note: Blood relatives have the same rights.

Note: In the "Activated" state, all holders who meet the "conditions" can ignite the Flame of Justice.

Note: In the "closed" state, only blood relatives can activate it.

Condition one:

This is a strange artifact that only works on "mysterious infected"—only on those who perform rituals.

When a bullet smeared with the blood of its holder (or blood relative) wounds a target, the holder will gain the power of "Pursuit" for a certain period of time.

Hunt: A power that ignores walls, "fields," artifacts, curses, or any obstruction of vision. When Hunt is activated, the holder can see the target regardless of any obstacles—though this is only for a short time.

Condition two:
In the "activated" state, mortals, ritual practitioners, or any intelligent being can ignite the flames of justice.

However, it can only harm the ritual performer when possessed by a mortal.

Condition three:
This is a weapon capable of injuring or even killing mortals who perform rituals.

Users will have to pay a higher price.

such as…

Your own life.

Note: This is a rare weapon that is not 'cursed' by spirits.

Rather than a curse, the spirit residing within it is constantly offering its waning power—aside from the user's life, each shot will wear down 'Reventon Scott's' spirit.

Until it fully returns to where it should have been long ago.

'Use it to protect what you want to protect…'

Or revenge.

'mortal.'

Take control of your destiny.

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Name: Delis's Mirror of Favoritism
Type: Curiosity (Ritual)
Description: 'This is so embarrassing, darling.'

A hand mirror-shaped artifact personally crafted by Saint Delis.

Once activated, only blood relatives can appear simultaneously in the mirror.

Note: Those who are reflected in the mirror at the same time will fall irrevocably in love with each other.

Can you bear the cost of the truth?
'Damn it! I shouldn't have gotten this for the little one... What books does she usually read...'

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These are the two strange items that William brought back.

He was not Roland; he did not have eyes that could see the truth directly. He paid a heavy price to find out their function and cost.

of course.

After figuring out the cost of that small mirror, he was extremely grateful for his caution—if some unimaginable consequences had indeed occurred…

So, now.

Two strange creatures were lying obediently on James Shelley's desk.

The butler stood silently to one side.

The old man, pipe in mouth, stared at the reddish-gold musket with its intensely detailed flame patterns for a long time. Occasionally, he would glance at it from behind a mirror, and an expression of disbelief and astonishment would appear on his face.

Delis's...preference...

William obtained this at great cost, by contacting a "destiny" ritualist in a "wanderer's camp" and paying a considerable amount of precious materials...

Name and function.

Honestly, Saint Delis is noble and absolutely dignified, whether in the scriptures of the Holy Church, in historical records, or in the 'legends' passed down orally by ritual practitioners.

While a certain 'solemnity' is an essential quality in heroic tales, James Shelley could never have imagined that the "Saint" would leave behind such a wondrous object…

—If he had Roland's eyes and could see more, he would probably immediately disenchant the lady who faced the gods.

"A prank?"

The old man exhaled smoke and muttered to himself.

That's all he could think.

He put the mirror aside and turned his gaze back to the gun.

"The Fire of Justice in Reventon".

It's more suitable as a means of 'verifying' bloodline than a mirror—at least Rose won't be harmed in the slightest after firing a shot at a grass target.

Mirror…

If something really goes wrong, he won't have the face to go to heaven to see his wife...

Oh.

of course.

If something goes wrong (like him and Rose both appearing in the mirror at the same time), he won't be able to go to heaven.

“I must remind you, sir. You are the ritual officiant of the private alliance.”

Old Tom said softly from the side.

“The goddess won’t care…” Old Shelley shook his head, almost laughing—because the followers of the private alliance were too ‘beautifying’ and even always shaped the gods according to their own ‘aesthetic’—so that most of the followers loved their gods, but were not as ‘loyal’ as other sects.

After all, the goddess's teachings have already covered this.

'A person whose head is full of sawdust cannot obtain the truth of the "secret scroll."'

The loyalty of a merchant is vastly different from that of a fanatic. In a way, they are quite compatible with each other and their gods.

"Then, I'll take this gun..."

"Wait, Tom. Hold on a minute..."

Old Shelley raised his hand to stop the butler.

A few seconds of silence.

"You've been waiting for a week."

Old Tom reminded James that the gun hadn't just arrived on his desk yesterday.

Since he was going to fire that shot sooner or later, there was no need to wait.

"I need to think about something. Wait a minute, Tom."

Old Tom wasn't pressuring James to make any decisions—he just didn't want to suffer along with him.

It's important to know that James Shelley wasn't the only one suffering in that house.

He, William, and even little Anna had a vague idea.

Who doesn't like Lillian?
But they weren't named Shelley, so they weren't qualified to make decisions for their master.

“If… sir, I’m just saying ‘if’—if Miss couldn’t have fired that shot…” The old butler bowed slightly, speaking tentatively in a low voice, “To be honest, I don’t think William’s choice of ‘Fate’ is very reliable… You know what kind of people are at the ‘Wanderers’ Camp,’ those people will lie and claim to be related to the Queen for money…”

James Shelley laughed.

"For Lillian's sake, you're going to make William suffer, aren't you?"

The old butler straightened up, flicked his sleeves, and said dismissively, "He's still young; experiencing some setbacks is a good thing."

James Shelley: ...

William is still young?
“If Lillian knew all this, she’d probably say, ‘I suddenly love you to death today, Tom’—I bet she’d dare say that to his face…” Old James sighed, causing the butler to fall silent as well.

Tom thought.

The lady is absolutely capable of doing it.

She had done it before.

When he said he would cover for Mr. Collins's actions (which he didn't actually do), she pounced on him from behind like a wild monkey and gave him a big hug.

Like an uneducated poor person.

also…

Like a cute, silly girl with real love and hate.

"Ugh…"

Thinking of this, the old butler also sighed.

James Shelley: ?

You're even sighing now?

(End of this chapter)