The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 468: Strange Deal

Chapter 468: Strange Deal
Roland told Rose the information that Xiao Candle had obtained, and the clever thief immediately understood what Roland meant.

There is serious underground water leakage.

Well, just let it rain heavily, or find a way to make it leak.

“The question is, how long do we have to wait?”

Rose asked.

“But it hasn’t rained for a long time.”

"It won't take long." Roland uttered a word: "Birds Singing and Beasts Walking."

Rose's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked, "The seventh great technique?"

Birds sing and beasts run.

The seventh great technique.

Those who study this art often believe in the ruler of the quadruple spiral cycle:
The goddess Eve is a ritualist belonging to the "Great Vortex".

Those who study this art other than the "herd" or the "immortal" will be able to get close to wild beasts to a limited extent, talk to them, and discover them from some clues.

The above is the knowledge that Fernandez taught Roland, and later Roland taught Rose.

Knowledge of the Great Art.

However, in the library of the Tribunal, there is more information about "Birds Singing and Beasts Walking":
Those who study it deeply will be able to gain extraordinary rituals from it.

such as.

They need it now.

A ritualist who has studied this art deeply can change the celestial phenomena through a rare ritual - this is undoubtedly a very powerful force.

"We need someone who can make it rain in London."

Roland thought for a moment, "I can't go to the Golden Island again, but you can. Go through the Golden Island and make a deal with the ritualists there... in exchange for knowledge or gold pounds."

At this point, Roland was suddenly stunned.

——He previously thought that he could not go to King Island again because Helen Hawkins' death was related to him.

Considering that there is no way to escape from the dream, I am afraid that I will be caught by those people...

But now, the rules have changed.

If the ritualist dies in the dream world, he will return to the waking world.

Jin Dao couldn't lie, but he could no longer restrain a person who could leave at any time...

"Maybe I could go with you," Roland said.

Rose didn't say whether she agreed or not. She stretched and put her fingers into her buttonholes again, with a puzzled look in her eyes: "You are a strange person, and even the path you take is strange... What is so noteworthy about "Fantasy"? "

"Mr. Savior?"

Roland frowned and pulled his sleeves. "Respect the Savior."

Rose held onto the buttonhole and refused to let go, smiling like a fox: "When I really join the private alliance and become the leader, I will hide all your ring-raising ceremonies... and wait for you to beg me."

"I probably won't live long enough to see you become the boss."

"Who said that!" Rose believed that as long as she joined the private alliance, she would soon become an important person with her surname and extraordinary talent: "Then I will help you find out the 'prophecy'... You're welcome."

Roland felt that with Rose's trouble-making personality, unless Beatrice was the head of the private alliance...

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"I can't get my hands out."

Ultimately the conversation ended with the death of a buttonhole.

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When I arrived at Jin Island again, many things had changed.

such as.

There was no one to receive us on the shore.

Roland and Rose walked towards the door one after the other, pretending not to know each other.

Rose walked and laughed until her stomach hurt - Roland with a cat head was so funny.

By the way.

Her 'face' is a mask engraved with gold pounds.

The two people walked not too far away, through the rugged mountain road, and came to the guarded door.

then.

According to the rules, you have to pay a secret to get through.

But when the guard asked another question, Rose knew that Roland's plan had failed.

"Have you ever witnessed death on King Island?"

"No."

After answering, Rose walked through the door, went around a tree, and looked at Mr. Cat who was about to arrive with a smile.

She watched him bow politely, whisper a few words to the guard, and just as he was about to lift his leg, he was stopped and asked another question - then he began to scratch his head.

"Hahahaha..." As the two guards' eyes became increasingly unfriendly, the cat-man took a few steps back and immediately turned around and ran towards the cliff beside the path.

Then, he leaped forward while shouting.

"This idiot..."

Rose kicked the stone and turned to go into the city.

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It is not impossible to find a ritualist who can make it rain in the city of London.

After all, this is not the Tribunal, and no one cares whether you are doing this to complete a ritual or some other plan - as long as you are lucky enough and can satisfy the other party's appetite, the purpose is not important at all.

Rose waited two hours.

Someone came to the door.

He was a tall, big gentleman, with a plain head, short hair, but no facial features.

That's not very impressive.

"I saw the words you left behind," he said in a low voice, as if speaking from a jar: "You want to make it rain in London?"

"Correct."

"Oh..." The man hesitated for a few seconds: "How much can you give?"

He said.

"The ritual of changing the celestial phenomena requires a lot of precious materials. If you have a ritualist who has studied the great art, you will know it clearly." Mr. Jar hesitated for a moment: "I want gold pounds, a lot of gold pounds."

Rose was quite surprised that this man did not ask for "knowledge" - perhaps Roland, perhaps Shelley, these two gentlemen, one big and one small, changed Rose's life and made her no longer have to worry about money.

Therefore, she believes that knowledge is necessary for trading - this idea is not correct.

Although most of the ritual participants are not short of money.

But there is still some distance between not lacking money and being rich.

"I want a thousand pounds." The man said, fearing that Rose would refuse, he hurriedly explained that most of the money would be used to buy ritual materials, those precious woods, plants, and even some natural gems.

After calculating over and over again (in fact, Rose couldn't figure it out at all), the final result was his "reward" -

Two hundred pounds.

This was not a small sum (if one were to take into account the sixty pounds a year which was the annual salary of a tutor), but it was a small sum for a ritualist who was engaged in the great art of changing the heavens.

Two hundred pounds is by no means a lot.

It can be said to be really cheap.

Rose stared at the man who began to fiddle with his cuffs and trouser pockets, feeling a little more curious.

this person…

It's a bit weird.

She was afraid that she would fail to mess up Roland's plan, so she pretended to be dissatisfied: "Sir, it's too expensive."

As expected, the man did not get angry or turn around and leave. Instead, he acted like a child who had never seen a big scene before. He scratched his head and arms, and his nails made crackling sounds.

"…The celestial ritual is difficult, ma'am." He said sullenly, as if a little unhappy: "A lot of money is spent on buying materials…"

"I'm not talking about the materials, sir." Rose held her chin and talked about the price like the teachers: "I'm talking about your personal remuneration. Two hundred pounds just for a ceremony?"

"Maybe I can wait a little longer..."

The man was indeed anxious, and he awkwardly stretched out his hand, trying to "intercept" Rose's voice:

"One hundred and fifty! One hundred and fifty pounds, how about that?"

Rose was suspicious: "You won't take the money and not do the job, right?"

It started picking its nails again.

Rose: ...

What's going on with this guy?

Is he a child, or is he mentally ill?
She kind of didn't want to talk to this weirdo anymore, but she listened to him;

"I can perform the ritual first. I have some materials..."

Rose: ...

fool?

"you sure?"