The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 531 Ch.530 Some Past (optional)
The Mudball Circus is located in the suburbs of London.

Most of this green and verdant land was sold to the wealthy in the city.

Of course, the Mud Ball Circus was opposed by most people when it first arrived. They believed that the chaotic and noisy tents disturbed the pure and quiet environment of the green land. They were forced to move to the east and set up tents swaying in the wind near the wild forest.

Even so, the lords and ladies living in the area had some complaints about it: until Mason Lyle spent half a month visiting each of them one by one.

The amazing Mr. Lyle.

He convinced them.

In the days that followed, the circus successfully held several performances and established a firm foothold in this pearl of a city.

People say that Mason Lyle is a genius in business and communication.

In fact, he knew full well that he was not.

because…

He has a helper.

——That was the seventh city he had visited with the circus.

That plagued hell.

In the darkness where medicine could not cope and only theology could provide comfort, Mason Lyle and his children witnessed chaos and madness with their own eyes.

People were disheartened, and fear and despair filled every punished soul and flesh.

The squeaking sound that rang in my ears day and night devoured the flesh and blood of the living and the souls of the dead in every gap that a finger could pass through.

It spread as fast as fire, in the armpits of women and the inner thighs of men, the black death was like a sickle cutting off the soft sheaths and short guns that they relied on for revelry. That experience of facing fear is still fresh in the memory of many children in the circus today.

'Cats are evil spirits!'

said the local pastor.

'The howlings in the night will eat our brains!'

then.

Believers throughout the city.

The ground was littered with dead and broken cat bodies.

then.

Hell is coming.

To this day, Mason Lyle is still thankful for that hellish city and the evil-like infectious disease that spread. The plague rooted deep in the soul made the prejudiced people more prejudiced, and the paranoid people more paranoid - and it was because of this that he had the opportunity to find every feather that allowed him to soar into the sky in the cracks of his soul.

In that hill of piles, where flies and insects were like harps of dawn and where faces of death were twisted, Mason Lyle picked up 'it'.

A crystal glass bottle.

He thought it was crystal, glass perhaps, or transparent steel, solidified slime, a woman's tears or a man's white water.

who knows.

The twisted little thing was locked inside, and like a greedy ghost, it hung out its scarlet tongue and licked the girl's face, which was covered with maggots and flies, through the crystal.

Aim at the clusters of maggots that shrink and expand simultaneously.

'Hi.'

It said hello to Mason Lyle.

'Pick me up.'

'Touch me.'

'Kiss me.'

The sound was like charcoal falling on raw dough sprinkled with cheese and sesame seeds. While it sizzled, the flesh and blood controlled by the soul smelled a hint of swallowing instinctively.

'I give you destiny, you give me happiness.'

it says.

Mason Lyle picked up the crystal bottle.

then.

The Mud Ball Circus officially takes off.

Genie in a bottle.

Genie in a bottle.

Mason Lyle calls it that.

It is not like the stories in mortal fantasy: 'Set me free and I will fulfill your wish' - no, it does not seem to have such a request and ability.

It said to Mason Lyle.

"My human friend, if I had this ability, I would have already squeezed this world into a round ball or smashed it into a flat piece. What else can you ask of me?"

it says.

'But I can give you some guidance... If you have questions, then I will give you answers.'

it says.

'I can't guarantee your thoughts,' it sings, 'but I can guarantee mine,' it dances.

'Listen to me? Or follow your own choice?'

It laughs.

Mason Lyle was embarrassed.

Because he knew nothing and had no choice. He founded the Mud Ball Circus not because he was optimistic about the future of the circus, or because he was good at running such a business, or because it was a family tradition - he just happened to pick up a few deformed monsters at the right time.

And tell them that he is the father and they are the children.

That's it.

Before the goblins appeared, they lived in a daze and had problems eating. When they arrived in a city, they were ordered by the local Holy Cross not to show their "deformed monster" parts in public, and told sternly that if he scared anyone, he would have to pay compensation and go to jail.

So, if there is a correct guide...

Mason Lyle considered himself happy to accept a little help.

'Go to Birmingham! Go to Birmingham!'

The goblin said.

Mason Lyle did so.

then.

In Birmingham, the Mud Ball Circus really got the treatment he thought it deserved. It was also at that time that the Mud Ball Circus really became famous.

He met the noble people in his life, ladies and gentlemen who funded him without asking for anything in return, praised his great ambitions, and praised his compassion - he even asked some deformed monsters to call him father.

This is a kind person.

then.

He got the most vulgar and the most versatile thing.

money.

'You did it! You did it!'

The goblin said.

"What can I give you in return?" Mason Lyle asked. "Is it just one-sided?"

The goblin licked the bottle, and his fang-filled mouth, which spanned half of his face, grinned strangely.

'I want your soul.'

it says.

Mason Lyle was horrified.

'How can I give my soul to you! ' He said angrily: 'My soul belongs to the great Father of all things! The benefactor who created the world! The first ray of light in the darkness! '

He danced with his hands and feet, and was so angry that he almost smashed the bottle on the spot.

He picked it up and wanted to find a place to crush it, crushing the bottle and the little monster inside.

Maybe horseshoes and wheels are a good choice.

"Ah, that's the answer a human should give," the goblin said meaningfully, "Don't worry, Mason Lyle, respected leader."

'I don't want your whole soul, I just want a little bit of its dust.'

"Or do you want to get benefits without paying any price?"

Mason Lyle stopped and raised the bottle to the level of his eyes.

He asked, 'What did you say?'

The goblin replied, "A little."

He said, 'That's the soul.'

The goblin replied: 'Feel the coin in your pocket.'

He said: 'But my soul shall be returned to my God.'

The goblin asked, "Did your god win the money for you, or did I win the money for you?"

He said, 'That's the soul.'

The fairy said: "There will be countless money in the future."

Mason Lyle thought for a moment.

Put down the bottle.

'How are you going to take the dust from my soul - are you going to have me uncork the bottle and spit in it?'

The goblin said in disgust: 'Don't be so disgusting, human. Hold the bottle and put it to your forehead.'

Mason Lyle hesitates: 'Will I get sick?'

The fairy said meaningfully: "You will become more like the person you think you are."

(End of this chapter)