The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 112: Exorcism of Shandel
The so-called sufficient price.

Everyone can tell what it means.

The couple looked at each other.

"… My Lord, I don't know. We, you see, have nothing at home, and we have no money… You know, we live in a place like this, how can we have money? Look, the curtains are torn…"

She tried her best to make herself 'smaller' and put on an expression similar to a 'bitter smile' in order to gain the sympathy of Chandel and Roland.

I have to say, this technique is really skillful.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she changed from "a manic wife quarreling with her husband" to "a pitiful and miserable poor person" - this change in the blink of an eye is wisdom and the survival instinct of animals.

"I'm afraid... no."

Shandel still looked worried and shook his head slowly.

She raised her arm and pointed to the corner where the ghost existed - the couple left there in an instant, and then the wife and husband gritted their teeth and ran back, dragging the child to their side.

"That ghost is trying to climb up... I mean, it's going to become more terrifying soon. I advise you to either deal with it as soon as possible or move away. Otherwise, it will not only make you and your children sick, but also do something even more unacceptable..."

Roland stood behind Shandel without saying a word, watching her deal with it quietly.

"The terrible thing..."

Matthew Bonham obviously had a broader vision than his wife, and he had heard a lot.

He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, then leaned close to his wife's ear and the two of them whispered.

Compared to the previous argument, this discussion is more real.

Probably a minute or two passed.

Matthew Bonham looked over hesitantly. "My dear gentlemen, we can only come up with a dozen shillings..."

that's enough.

Roland thinks.

A bottle of holy water sold to the church would only bring in two to five shillings (half to one crown).

Ten or so shillings, and they still made money.

Yet Shandel still shook his head.

The words were exactly the same as before.

"I'm afraid... no."

Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to droop along with the sorrow of the couple in front of her, and her lake-blue eyes were filled with pity - for this reason, she lowered her voice a lot, and in front of the woman, she bent down and took the bravest and closest child into her arms.

Gently smoothed his messy hair.

Then, she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"That's all I can do to bless you, Mr. and Mrs. Bonham, and these three poor children. May the Father of All Things bless you and your family, and may you always be bathed in his glory..."

Shandel was very sad and sighed very slowly: "As for the rest, I have no other choice... I don't have the final say in the church. Even if I want to help you very much, if I don't follow the rules and pay for you, once I find out, I will..."

She was almost on the verge of tears.

"It would be a serious crime if it is found out..."

Michelle Bonham actually cried.

She howled and shoved her husband hard.

"Look! What your friends said is totally wrong! The ladies, gentlemen and ladies in the church..." She was stuck in her nonsense and quickly continued: "...They are so kind! How could you allow your friends to say those things behind their backs..."

Matthew Bonham's face turned pale and he stepped hard on his wife.

This interrupted her self-explosive speech.

However, Shandel seemed not to have heard it. He still had a sad expression on his face as he hugged the little boy and patted him gently to comfort him.

The couple hesitated for a few more minutes.

at last.

Matthew Bonham gritted his teeth and said, "We can come up with one pound, one pound plus three crowns."

Xian De's eyes widened immediately: "One pound is enough! Great! This way, you, your wife, children, and your family will be saved! !"

"Great!"

She was extremely happy, as if she was celebrating in advance that the family was away from ghosts, her eyes were full of joy.

She was happy for them.

She was happy that a family was out of danger.

Marshall Bonham seemed to be infected by her and started crying and laughing.

They watched Shandel as she pulled out a golden holy object that flowed like sunlight in a glass tube - they held the child in their arms, hiding far away, waiting for Shandel to move forward and face the corner where the ghost lived.

"The light that never goes out..."

"Neither pine branches nor my ashes."

She clasped her hands together, gathered the holy water in her palms, and lowered her head.

"He walks in heaven, and frees my soul from this worm-ridden skin..."

The pious whispers were especially clear in the house.

At the same time, others followed suit, clasped their fingers together, and bowed their heads in prayer.

It was a long prayer, longer than any other prayer Roland had ever heard. It took a full five minutes.

Then, Shandel pulled the cork out of the bottle.

She cursed and splashed the holy water into the air!
"evil!"

"You can't hurt this family!"

As the holy water was poured, a visible white mist rose in the house, followed by a howling sound.

The Bonhams and their children were terrified.

"You can't hurt them! You shouldn't be here! I am a child of the All-Father!"

"Face me! Impure spirit!"

Every time she yelled, she swung until the glass tube was empty - until the smoke cleared, the sound faded, and a few drops of transparent water remained on the wall.

Only then did he touch his heaving chest, breathing slightly.

—This exorcism is worth one pound.

Very hard.

After all, seeing is believing.

Matthew Bonham was happy to present this large coin, which was no longer regular and worn out, although Roland could still see the pain on their faces - the payment of this money would make a difficult, undignified family with three children even more difficult and undignified.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

But he still chose to hand over the family savings, bowing as he sent Roland and Shandel downstairs.

When he reached the door, the man made a surprising move.

In addition to the one pound he was supposed to pay, he took out another small crown from his pocket and stuffed it into Roland's pocket.

"You have worked so hard. Please take care of yourself in this cold weather..." He said many flattering words, and after he finished speaking, the small crown happened to fall into Roland's hands.

"The Father of All Things will surely bless you and your family, Mr. Matthew Bonham." Shandel said in a businesslike manner, then hesitated: "But do you have any difficulties? Although exorcism is necessary, you and your wife will have a hard time..."

The thin man patted his chest and made a promise.

Perhaps it was for Shandel, or the inquiring ears around him, his voice at this moment was as loud as a speaker: "Although our life is in recession, isn't the money supposed to be spent on these things? Please don't be sad about this anymore..."

"You spent a lot of energy to bless our family! This little bit of effort is nothing - don't we have any morals at all?"

The eyes around him lit up.

——Being blessed?!
He drank loudly, praising the church, Chandel and Roland, feeling very proud. He did not think that the presence of a ghost in his family was a big problem - on the contrary, he felt that it was an honor that must be publicized.

The lady of the church kissed his child.

"Who is it——"

The husband and wife's whispers were drowned out by the surging crowd.

The Bohan family's old clothes will surely be sold out.

"Is this okay?"

Roland followed her through the crowd, slowly moving away from Petticoat Harbor.

Shandel smiled faintly: "What do you mean by 'what kind', Collins."

"I mean, it's hard for a family like theirs to have savings. One pound is not a small amount." Roland's background made him understand what this money meant. "For a long time, they can't have any big problems, otherwise..."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when he said this, Roland noticed that Shandel's expression was...distorted for a moment.

It was a very strange, malicious smile.

It's pleasure.

It's excitement.

It is the trembling after satisfaction.

"Collins." Shandel shook his head, his mouth corners turned down: "May the Father of All Things bless them... Besides, don't you think this is a good thing? The reason why the poor are poor is because they are too satisfied with the status quo."

"And the savings I took away will inject vitality into their stagnant lives."

She turned her head and looked at Roland, her smile as innocent as a child's, showing her ignorance of the world and her cruelty to the world:

"That way, they'll start working towards it again."

"Do you think this is my holy day?"

Roland confirmed.

That's not an illusion.

The smile in the golden eyes was particularly twisted and creepy.

"Collins?" Shandel tilted his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and repeated it again.

But it’s no longer a question.

"This is my sacrament for the day."

Shandel Kratov clasped his hands together and placed them over his chest.

"Look, they are grateful to us."

(End of this chapter)