The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 539 Ch.538 Mason Lyle the Wise (Part )

For the next few days, Halida didn't see her brother.

A priest in a white robe visited the circus.

Only Halida and Mason Lyle knew what he was doing there.

The man asked Halida to call him Father - anyone who often comes into contact with the Holy Cross would know that this is not the right name.

But Halida was not one of them.

and so.

She handed the five-pound piece to Mason Lyle.

She watched the dying old man coughing, occasionally taking out a sip from the wine flask, sucking the sticky stuff that she didn't know whether it was phlegm or snot, chanting "my triune master", and listening to him recount the "evil" he had done - as a monster with evil eyes, a slave, her existence did cast a shadow on her brother's soul.

She cut her finger as instructed and dripped it into the burning flames.

I recited the long and short sentences full of unfamiliar words as he requested, and then confessed loudly and prayed softly.

But at this moment.

The old man suddenly trembled: "It's still there! The spirit is still there!"

He raised his arms and shouted, which frightened Halida.

Mason Lyle also started shouting: he was not afraid, but he was very dissatisfied.

'You can't summon dead spirits in my circus tent!'

But Halida wanted to listen.

'Please...' She dared to speak her mind for the first time, to her father, her master, her owner: 'Please... let me hear...'

Mason Lyle looked at her for a moment.

There is no way to deal with this paranoid girl.

"Okay, okay. But..." He was about to say something, but was pushed aside by the old 'pastor'.

The burning smell in the flames was terrible.

soon.

Halida heard the voice of 'brother'.

The old man seemed to become 'different' - he moved his arms and became more flexible, as if a young soul really had entered his body and was speaking through his mouth.

He stared at Halida, who was looking forward to it, with his thin old face. In the firelight, his two cloudy eyeballs became brighter and brighter.

'I hate you!'

He screamed like a rooster with its throat strangled: 'I hate you! '

He approached Halida step by step with his fangs and claws bared.

'What did you feed me?'

'What did you eat?'

He pressed on, shadows gradually blocking out the firelight.

Halida retreated while crying, begging and explaining to her brother: "I don't know... I'm sorry... I don't know..."

'Why don't you feed yourself!'

My younger brother said.

'You've done me harm!'

'Kill me! Make me live a life worse than death, and then die!'

'You've stopped me from going to heaven! You've stopped me from seeing my mother again!'

'How did you agree to this?!'

Halida almost collapsed.

She knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and covered her face, hoping that the old man who was possessed by her brother's spirit would pick up the candlestick and hit her with the sharpest end.

Or, pick up the kerosene lamp and smash it on her face, letting the flying fragments pierce into her flesh and blood, letting the blood replace the regret.

But he didn't.

He just screamed in agony, as if he was about to be roasted in hellfire, and felt his soul becoming as soft and sticky as wax.

'You also lost my body...'

'I will never forgive you! Go to hell! You will go to hell with me! !'

Halida suddenly looked up, her smoke-stained face full of surprise.

She looked at the old man in front of her, and her gaze slowly moved to Mason Lyle beside her.

Mason Lyle with flickering eyes.

"You know, I can't put a corpse in my tent..." The man lifted his shiny hair and laughed awkwardly: "Well, it's just a small accident, Halida. You know I treat you as a child... Of course I love you..."

Halida subconsciously clenched her empty hands.

That's when I discovered it.

Now I have nothing.

Her brother, her mother, and the five pounds Mr. Collins gave her, a coin that symbolized hope.

Every time, she chose the wrong path. She was left with nothing.

The guilt that lingered in her heart could no longer be driven away by reason. It took root and began to devour her vitality.

She no longer had to doubt or be afraid of everything.

Because now everything is settled and will never change.

"At least I left this thing behind..." Mason Lyle muttered, taking out a rusty chain from the drawer - it was left to her and her brother by her mother.

Halida has nothing left to lose. Can she now face the fear that comes from nowhere calmly?

No.

She screamed, pushed away the old man who was still being 'leaned over', and fled into the woods, barking.

As soon as she left, the 'bending' was over in an instant.

"Three shillings, we agreed."

The old man rubbed his belly, somewhat unhappy: "You didn't say he was a lunatic."

"I didn't say three shillings." Mason Lyle took two steps forward and, relying on his youth, snatched the five-pound gold coin and rubbed it repeatedly in his hand - as if this thing had life and the denomination would swell like a lance as he ravaged it.

but no.

Otherwise every penny in London will be tainted with the smell of shuddering.

"Sly old fellow!" Mason Lyle narrowed his eyes. "I said two pennies!"

As he spoke, he kept rubbing the coin to warm it up, and to warm the desire in his heart.

That's what a 'crazy soul' is, isn't it?

…………

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A dull night.

As usual, Mason Lyle had to deal with the next person's small problem and then send Anto to clean up - but then he realized, why was there such a need for such an extra procedure?

He could just go shit in Anto's tent and let him deal with it.

Your own tent always has to smell good.

He held up his trousers, put on a thick cloak, and struggled with the last cold wind of late winter, muttering "Halida, Halida" in his mouth and thinking of Halida, Halida in his heart - after he finished taking a shit, he asked Anto to wait at the door and wait for Halida to come back and notify him immediately.

He's going to be a wizard!
Learn the spell to cast a curse on anyone!
Even if he killed someone, so what?

Anto waited for Halida two hours later and reported it to Mason Lyle.

The poor girl, who didn't even have a pair of socks, had nowhere to go and was freezing to death. She wandered around the tents and the surrounding bushes like a zombie, as if she had lost her mind.

It took Anto a lot of effort to pull her back.

but.

The little servant also has some ideas of his own.

Mason Lyle spotted it.

"If you want her, I'll give her to you when I'm done with my work," he said to Antoine. "You've done a lot for me, too. I'm a reasonable person, Antoine. You know that, don't you?"

Anto nodded hurriedly, staring greedily at the dark-skinned girl who was in a daze.

He's wanted it for a long time.

Isn't it better to be stupid?

"Come on, Halida." Lyle embraced the cold girl and led her into the tent. She kept saying "brother" and "sir", saying "mother", apologizing, tossing and turning, upside down.

The more this happened, the happier Mason Lyle was.

Because this meant that he was on the right track - the materials for the ritual that the goblin mentioned were already prepared.

Only Halida is missing.

All that’s missing is you, my child.

All the candles in the tent were lit.

In the center of the intricately patterned triangle is a blanket, a crystal bottle, Mason Lyle, and Halida, who is squatting on the ground and muttering to herself.

"I can't wait."

Mason Lyle said.

"Me too."

The goblin grinned.

"Is this a 'mad soul'?" Mason Lyle gasped, but could not cover up his pounding heartbeat.

The goblin rolled his eyes and grumbled, looking meaningfully at Mason Lyle:
"Of course it counts."

It smirked sinisterly.

"Unprecedented killing talent..."

Mason Lyle didn't understand the goblin's strange words, so he raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that after tonight, the people in this tent will be extraordinary."

The goblin was greatly surprised: "Of course! Mason Lyle! You are indeed a smart man!"

(End of this chapter)