The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 420 Ch.419 Divination
herd.

Each ritualist who embarks on the Path of the Herd is different due to certain characteristics.

It is difficult to find information about them. Before they actually meet each other, you cannot predict whether they will grow a pair of wings or weave a terrifying web in a dark and deserted corner.

They are the compass that never loses its way, the roaring rage of frenzied priests, and the legitimate heirs of the secret spells of barbarism.

The further they go on this path, the stronger their vitality becomes.

The powerful "Beast Herd" ritualists can breathe in and out lightning and storms, and their vitality will continue to rise to the top of the waking world. From then on, there is almost no force that can kill them on the physical level, and at the same time, their vigorous vitality also gives them a long lifespan.

They are able to create entirely new races and can change the structure of their own flesh and blood, thus transforming into animals other than humans in a short period of time.

They possess many incomprehensible rituals - even those that would make a madman cry 'absurd'.

If they reach immortality one day, they can even leave their own unique mark on the race they created. Before the race completely dies out, they can be constantly reborn through the brand and instantly restore all their original strength.

They are all the creatures of nature.

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Title: Cooking Apprentice (Part 1)
Type: Eve, goddess of nature/Quadruple spiral cycle ruler/Fierce fire/Fiery turbulence
[Description]: The ritualists who set foot on the path of the beasts always have an extraordinary affinity when facing wild beasts.

In each ring, the "herd" can contract an animal companion, which will follow the instructions of the ritualist.

After the contract partner dies, the animal will be dismembered and consumed, and the ritualist will gain certain powers of the animal (but will develop distorted animal characteristics). The longer the contract partner survives, the stronger he is, the more battles he experiences, and the closer he is to the contract partner, the more powerful the ritualist will gain.

Note: It is best not to keep turtles.

Contract Position: 1
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[Name]: Beast Whisperer (Second Ring)

Type: Eve, goddess of nature/Quadruple spiral cycle ruler/Fierce fire/Fiery turbulence
「Description」: Able to talk to wild beasts.

The perception of danger becomes more acute, and potential crises can be discovered in a timely manner.

Physical fitness and reaction ability are greatly improved.

Able to hide oneself in darkness by holding one's breath and slowing down one's heartbeat.

After the death of a pact partner or other beast, a few powerful souls can be collected by the ritualist.

Contract Position: 2
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Ritualist.

herd.

When these two words appeared in the long night, old Moore's gun barrel changed its target.

Aimed at Roland and his group.

Peggy was silent for a long moment, glancing at the three writhing patties.

“…Let’s talk somewhere else.”

She no longer treated them with her straightforward face and smile, and her expression was more serious than ever.

——They were invited to the third floor.

There is only one room on the third floor.

A lot of green is used here, and some dead branches and dried flowers are used as embellishments and placed horizontally or diagonally in the bottle.

The floor was covered with animal skins, three-headed gas lamps, and bundles of candles.

The wooden chairs and bookcases were intricately carved and looked expensive at first glance - but strangely, there was no gemstone or gold or silver used anywhere in the room.

"Please take a seat."

Peggy nodded to Old Moore, and the man put away his gun, lit the fireplace, left the room, and gently closed the door from the outside.

"Black tea or coffee."

Rose: "Coffee."

Kingsley: "Black tea."

Roland: “Milk.”

Rose: ...

"Why are you always different from everyone else?"

Rose finally understood that her cat liked to suddenly come to her senses at tense moments - as for what would happen after that moment... he didn't care.

Three cups of hot drinks left the fireplace slab and were brought to their masters by the girl - by the way, Roland couldn't drink milk.

Just one cup of coffee.

Paige poured herself some tea and sat across from the three men.

The golden hair was dull under the flame, and the sweat on his face was slightly reflected, but his eyes were particularly bright: "I am indeed a ritualist."

She admitted.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were here for... that thing, so I wanted to keep an eye on you to prevent it from leaking out again..."

The girl's words were vague, but Kingsley could probably guess what she meant.

"White Earth, right."

The detective tapped the wall of the cup with his index finger. "It's white and muddy. If you come into contact with it for a long time, it will make you sick, turn you into a statue, and then cough up blood... This is what you want to say, and this is what you want to stop..."

He paused for a moment.

And then—"Right?"

"Miss Streeter."

He ignored the equally surprised expressions of Peggy and Rose (sigh, I wish there were more smart people in this world) and continued talking:
“You hear ‘Shelley’ for the first time, but you seem to understand the power behind this name.”

"Then William's eyes are not right when he looks at you."

"Likewise. Even though you hang out with miners and most people love and pamper you, don't forget - there is only one young woman in Inns Town... How much prettier can you be than other girls?"

Kingsley stroked the porcelain cup, took a sip during the pause, and then continued his cold reasoning:

"You also neglected your appearance. Miss Streeter, we are all well-educated. Even if we try hard, it is difficult to change our habits..."

"for example."

He suddenly pointed at Peggy's collar.

"I'll tell you!"

Rose also cried out.

Girls from miners' families were not able to tie jeweled ribbons on their skirts, so they usually just tied a ribbon into a knot - and the truly noble ladies, such as Beatrice, usually had their collars decorated with gold and silver with jewels of different colors.

Match it according to the color of the skirt on that day.

Therefore, when no jewelry is worn, if you look closely at the closed part of the skirt, you will see some seams as thick as matches.

This is caused by using heavy objects for a long time.

"That makes sense. Streeter wouldn't let his daughter wear a skirt with a loose collar, but if this girl ran away and hasn't been home for a long time..."

There is no need to say anything else at this point.

The four remained silent.

After a while, Peggy clenched her fists and spoke with some difficulty:
"Mr. Kingsley, your powers of observation are amazing."

She gathered her hair, straightened her back, and looked at the three people:
"I'm Peggy."

"Peggy Streeter."

"The second ring of "The Path of the Beasts."

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Peggy Streeter.

The only two members of the Street family who survived the fire.

The other is the current head of the Streeter family, her brother, Henry Streeter.

That is the smart and hardworking young man mentioned earlier.

"I can tell you the truth, sir, ma'am. But before that, please allow me to ask you about your purpose - I can't tell you everything and tell some secrets to my enemies."

Paige examined the three people.

She now has good news, and wants to hear more good news.

Rose opened her mouth and subconsciously looked at Roland.

"Let me tell you," the young man with his eyes closed put down his teacup, "Miss Peggy. A friend of mine was in trouble. He was contaminated by white soil and suffered from coughing up blood. He died in his own home."

Peggy whispered, "May the goddess bless his tormented soul," and then asked Roland:
"what do you want?"

"I just want to come to the source of that thing to see whether this disaster is an accident or man-made."

Peggy asked again: "If it is man-made..."

"I'll let him stay with my friends."

Paige: "If it was an accident..."

"I'll let him stay with my friends."

The girl was silent for a few seconds, then asked Rose, "This Miss Shelley..."

Rose shrugged. "For the store, and to keep my friends company... I never lie (maybe occasionally)."

Then he turned to Kingsley.

"A small business," the detective emptied the bullets from the magazine onto the bed and unfastened the holster holding the dagger on his waist. "Find out the source of the white clay."

After listening, Peggy was finally satisfied.

She first apologized for her previous behavior, saying that she shouldn't have questioned three morally upright people in this way.

then…

"I know all about the white clay, Mr. Dawson. I can tell you all about it."

"Just like you think, all this is not really a 'coincidence' - if you know enough about the Second Crown God, you should know that we have some special rituals that can only be used by creatures who are close to nature..."

"A kind of divination that is different from other paths."

Paige looked at Rose.

"The lady told me, Miss Shelley, that you are the answer to this disastrous life."

(End of this chapter)