The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 199 Ch.198 The little candle grows a beard
"I won't ask you where you got my name, and I'll save you the trouble of telling a lie. Since you can find me, you should know my rules."

"I give you what you want, and you have to give me what I want."

The cave was unexpectedly clean (except for the stench). There were brown wooden high-back chairs with cushions, a small round table, a strip of chopping board covered with a layer of flesh and blood of some unknown creature, and two boning knives.

Her oil lamp was placed on the round table, and she sat opposite Roland.

Very interested in someone's cat head.

"I never saw anyone take such pains in that respect, sir. I must say you are a romantic."

Roland: "You can call me Hammerhead."

Helen Hawkins: …

"Romantic but vulgar." She rubbed her hands together and turned the topic to business: "We can't stay in this dream for long, Mr. Hammer... Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Ring Ascension Ceremony, Ms. Hawkins, I seek a Ring Ascension Ceremony that is not the Path of the Crown God."

This didn't surprise Hawkins.

There were many roads that could not be reached except the road of the Ten Crown God. She had heard of no less than seven or eight of them, and these were still considered relatively popular.

Not to mention the obscure ones.

“If even I don’t have the Non-Crown God Road, then it will be difficult for you to find it on the Golden Island.”

Helen Hawkins says...

The light from the two oil lamps on the table merged together, illuminating some details.

On her chest hung many odds and ends of pendants, stone charms and sachets of varying lengths, beads and pierced finger bones. These useful or useless objects, which warded off curses or robbed good luck, jingled as they were shaken as she spoke.

Different symbols were dyed with black liquid on each of her nails, which were slightly squirming in the flickering light.

"Tell me which way you found."

She asked.

And when Roland uttered the word "fantasy", she was silent for a long time.

"The road in the sky."

The gray skull opened and closed.

If just now he was only amazed at the cat-headed man's 'romantic' style, then now his tone shows that he is truly curious about what is behind the style.

She gave her evaluation and repeated it several times.

"The road in the sky."

In the memories obtained by Wrench, Helen Hawkins was one of the best brokers in Golden Island and a member of the wanderer camp. She should know a lot of secrets that ordinary ritualists are not aware of.

"I have heard of that rule, sir."

Her tone was inexplicable, and she lost her playfulness and replaced it with caution: "I have heard of it. I have been in Golden Island for a long time, and I have seen too many codes that are not the Crown Gods - obscure ones like lovers, hatred, and pain; popular ones like elements, fate, and truth..."

"Countless rules create countless dead ends."

The skull said sarcastically, "Don't these people know that embarking on a path without gods is equivalent to voluntarily giving up the most important treasure - the "Great Ceremony"? "

'Fantasy' follows these same principles, but is a little special.

Because over the years, no one - at least not with Helen Hawkins's ability, she could guarantee that no one had ever seen a ritual of the "Fantasy" code.

That's right.

For brokers who often come into contact with these "dead-end roads", the road of "fantasy" has no "feet".

There is no link.

It is the road in the sky.

"I've heard of its second and third rings, and I've even personally delivered fourth and seventh rings - Mr. Cat, only this standard's ring-up ceremony can't be sold at a high price... not even as high as the least popular ones."

"Because we once thought—"

"The ritual that allows an apprentice to advance one level... does not exist."

As Helen Hawkins said this, her creaking bones moved forward slightly. She stared at the cat-faced man quietly with two hollow eyes the size of a baby's fist.

“But today I discovered…”

"We all guessed wrong." She seemed to be very interested in Roland, but she was very restrained. She asked Roland to leave for a while and wait at the cave entrance so that she could change her luggage and take him to another place for a formal talk.

Roland readily agreed and turned to leave.

When the footsteps completely disappeared, the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

The jaw of her gray skull slowly opened, and she almost fell out of laughter, making a terrible whistle; her pale fingers quickly fiddled with the fruit-like pendants under her neck, and with the other hand she pressed her pounding heart, and she staggered to her feet.

She was like a penitent on Ash Wednesday, with her hands finally placed on her chest, and she raised her head in obedience to the constant whispers in her ears:
“It’s actually true…”

She seemed to be facing a lion in the wilderness unarmed, with layers of grilles falling in her trachea, making her steady voice turn hoarse; and she became excited all of a sudden, like a new vine full of vitality waking up from a decaying city.

She danced with her arms and legs, her vertebrae colliding and rubbing against each other, and she leaped for joy like a clockwork doll in a street window.

“A great sin…!”

The word was like a sewing needle that had accidentally dropped: a slender sewing needle with more than half of its body sticking out of the tip of a metal fork hanging from the edge of a wooden box stacked horizontally on a shaky vase that was placed on a low stool.

When the sewing needle fell to the ground with a 'ding' sound, everything had already collapsed.

"The prophecy is true..."

“It’s true…!!”

With a click, she opened her jaw, reached down her throat, and pulled out a dry eyeball that was still quivering and spinning wildly.

"Go ahead..."

The woman with the skull gently stroked the eyeball in her palm, watching it slowly spurt out mucus, grow wings, and flap like a baby bird, then, faster and faster.

This is a precious mystical organ.

This one-in-a-million secret treasure allows her to easily pass on messages in this closed secret realm full of rules and lies.

She held the eyeball to her lips and whispered:
"Tell this to Mr. Geoffrey Banks, and ask him to send someone here quickly."

"Tell him: 'The prophecy has come true.'

She stretched out her palm forward, and the wings covered with mucus flapped rapidly, splashing mucus, and flew up with a buzzing sound like a fly.

It circled around the woman and flew behind her.

Helen Hawkins breathed a sigh of relief.

After the squeezed mercury thermometer calmly fell back, she felt a little pity for the 'ignorant' man outside the cave.

He might be a lucky guy.

He thought he had found a long stairway to god made of the strongest metal.

pity…

Her connections and background always allow her to access things that ordinary ritualists cannot.

Just then, she heard a crisp sound, like grapes bursting.

puff.

Then there was the sound of crushing chewing.

Click…click…

She turned back.

I saw a pair of red eyes.

A giant white snake, taller than her, was staring down at her condescendingly.

There were two "whiskers" that kept buzzing around the snake's mouth - they were the wings of her mystical organ.

Click…click…

The wings lost their power and hung limply beside the snake's mouth. Then, the giant snake tilted its head back and swallowed it completely.

hiss.

She said: My father's enemy.

(End of this chapter)