The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 538 Ch.537 Halida's Choice (Part )
Halida meets Mason Lyle.

Then.

What should she say?

The girl holding her brother felt an itchy throat, as if someone had buried some bird's feathers in her flesh and blood since she was a child. As she grew up, the feathers took root and made her feel uncomfortable when she spoke.

"Now, you are finally honest, right?"

When Mason Lyle heard her say, 'It's all spent,' he was furious: "That's five shillings! Thank you! Don't you have any cleverness at all?! Learn from Antoine! Learn from him! That kid can always get things done quickly and well!"

He roughly snatched the swaddling clothes, lifted them up, and put them down again.

He opened the cloth covering the baby's face and pinched the baby's green face.

then.

I spanked it hard a few times.

Then, stare closely at his limbs.

Even my breathing became much lighter.

wait…

After a few breaths, the baby's dry little fingers moved slightly.

Mason Lyle immediately beamed.

"Very good, very good." The man with a rosy face pushed the baby: "Look, he is still alive, your brother is still alive."

He magnanimously told Halida that if she didn't want to feed the powder, she shouldn't. He allowed Halida to feed him some food for the children, but she had to get it herself.

In addition, he allowed Halida to receive an extra penny a week.

This is salary, thank you for your kindness.

Halida was delighted.

then.

She carried her brother back to her tent, dug the hole under the grass, took out the wooden box, and found two items that she had treasured for a long time.

A five-pound gold coin and an exquisite butterfly hairpin.

She thought about it, picked up the hairpin, and went to the tent of the Baudelli sisters.

Then I was ridiculed again.

Bodaipon grinned with his blackened front teeth: "Do you think I would bring this thing?"

Bodaili didn't bother to pay attention to her sister. She took the hair accessory, thanked her, and pinned it on her hair.

"Does it look good?" she asked.

Halida's silver eyes sparkled: "It looks good."

"Did that gentleman give it to you?"

"It's his...sister."

Bodaili was surprised: "That's a very good gift. You want to give me this precious treasure? It's worth at least a few pounds... maybe more? I can't estimate it."

However, Halida doesn't care about the numerical value of the butterfly hair accessories.

"hope."

She shook Bodelli's hand, then suddenly remembered something and glanced to the other side of her body with a flickering look in her eyes.

Bodaipon covered his ears, showed no intention of extending his hands, and stared at her provocatively.

In the end, Halida didn't dare to say anything.

She was a little scared.

"Hope..." Bodelli touched the butterfly's wings and said happily, "Yes, Halida, hope... We all have to thank it."

The butterflies fluttering in her hair were not as beautiful and dazzling on Halida's head.

But in Halida's opinion, she had finally overcome her fear and done something "big" - that was a gift from Miss Beatrice.

Now, she gave it to Bodaly.

May the gods who know not what to manage bless Mr. Collins, Mr. Taylor, Miss Beatrice, me and the sisters Baudelaire and Baudelaire.

She thought so in her heart, but she was afraid that she was asking too much and the gods would not care.

So, 'Mr. Taylor' and 'myself' were subtracted from it.

After thinking about it, I subtracted 'Bodaipon'.

Only Collins, Beatrice and Bodaly were left.

Are three too many?
Halida was uneasy because she had her own little calculations in mind and was not pious - because protecting Podiri would be the same as protecting Podepong.

She could only hope that God would show her grace and not punish her.

A few days later.

My brother got even sicker.

Without Dover powder, he didn't show "awakening" but "distortion" - it seemed that some addiction was tormenting him, making him struggle constantly and tossing and turning at night.

The sharp cry that came out of its mouth was comparable to the most terrifying bird's cry in your ear.

He began to vomit, brown liquid coming out of his mouth, then green, then pink.

Lumpy. Slippery and rancid.

Halida had no choice but to go to Mason Lyle.

However, the team leader showed some mercy and said that she could leave her brother in the tent while he thought of a solution - the last resort.

Maybe you can survive from death.

Halida began to feel uneasy again.

really.

Two days later.

Mason Lyle came up to her with a sad look on his face and said.

The child died.

Halida barked and begged him to let her see her brother.

Mason Lyle said that what matters now is not the body: it is the soul.

"You don't know what souls are, do you?" He told Halida that, in fact, everyone in this world has a soul.

Otherwise, why do people believe in that cross?

'Your brother has done nothing evil, but has suffered. Believe me, child, he will go to heaven.'

Mason Lyle described to Halida the scene he had heard from the pastor: about heaven, the country flowing with golden honey and sweet milk, the glorious palace on the clouds filled with the most melodious music.

Halida believed this.

Because his brother had indeed never done anything evil in his life.

The only bad thing is that I have a useless sister, a monster-like sister.

Otherwise, he would have survived.

"So, do you want your brother to go to heaven or hell?" Mason Lyle looked at her strangely: "Do you want me to describe the scene of hell to you?"

Halida didn't believe her brother would go to hell.

"Yes, yes, the prerequisite is that you need a priest. You also know that you need a ticket to go anywhere now."

and so.

Five pounds.

Precise numbers.

"With this money, I will add a little more - for the sake of your and his hard work, I will find a pastor and let your brother enjoy eternal peace... Halida, please don't let my kindness go to waste."

Halida lied that she didn't have five pounds, although that 'lie' was obvious to everyone.

——Her whole face was wrinkled like a 200-year-old man, her toes were fighting with each other for no reason, and her pair of silver eyes looked around, but she refused to look at the man in front of her.

'Ah, of course, you did. Anto heard a little secret when he passed by the Bodelli tent... a little secret.'

Mason Lyle joked: "You're hiding your wealth, kid. It looks like not only you can't go to heaven, but your brother can't go either."

Halida began to feel afraid again.

She was afraid of her brother's blame - although she believed that she would not be able to meet her brother after her death, and they would not go to the same place.

But if she hadn't spent the money, her brother would have fallen into hell...

She couldn't bear to see her brother suffer.

That horrible place of suffering filled with fire and darkness.

but.

But...those five pounds aren't money.

It was the 'Hope' that Mr. Collins had given him. She had caressed it day and night, almost wearing out the patterns on it.

That's a symbol.

She worshipped the symbol, and the man behind it, more than she worshipped and respected the Father of All.

She prayed day and night for a gold coin.

It's not 'money' anymore.

How to do?
Terror flooded her windpipe.

Halida felt suffocated.

'Let me tell you about hell...'

Mason Lyle weighed one end of the scale, as if something suddenly occurred to him: 'Oh, by the way, Halida. Didn't you tell me before that your mother wanted you to take good care of your brother?'

Mother…

My mother wants me to take good care of my brother and myself.

This became the final feather.

Five pounds...

I want my brother to go to heaven.

He couldn't suffer in hell like me.

(End of this chapter)