The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 547 Ch.546 The Incomplete Mad Soul

Anto tiptoed and pushed aside the curtain.

He took advantage of his small size and did what he was used to do: sneak into someone's tent without making any noise, steal some odds and ends, and then sell them in town the next day while doing Mr. Lyle's errands.

He stole Sulley's socks, Halida's ring, the two-headed sisters' cookies, and a pocket watch that didn't work - but he never asked where these things came from.

Maybe it was dropped by the guests, or maybe it was stolen.

Leave it alone.

Anto has saved a lot of money over the years. He has been much smarter than other children since he was young.

When I have saved up five pounds...

No.

Maybe three pounds.

He secretly left the circus, found a shop as an apprentice, and after a few years, used the money to buy a new way of making a living.

He has his own ideas, which are different from those of the people in the circus: if he is not a deformed monster, how can he stay here forever?

Become a servant to Mason Lyle?
The Father of All.

That peacock is a miser.

If he hadn't been smart, he would probably be like the lost black woman, with no money in his pocket.

'May he choke to death on his drink.'

Anto muttered to himself, softened the blanket with his toes, stuck his head into the tent, and looked around.

strangeness…

He heard no snoring.

Logically speaking, the hairy monster snores quite loudly every night.

'strangeness. ’

Every inch of a skilled thief's body is made of cotton wool and feathers, making no sound at all - although Anto has no talent for stealing, over the years he at least knows enough about the rest time of each member.

That black-haired weirdo won't be awake.

There was no lock on the tent that could be picked.

With his eyes closed he could -

叽。

The next second after his toes stepped firmly on the ground, the hairs on his body stood up!
Someone spilled wine on the blanket!

In addition to the noise that almost woke up the sleeping person, the boy who had completely entered the tent smelled a strong smell of blood mixed with whiskey - it came to his face and penetrated into every pore of his body.

The boy vomited silently, clutching the tent cloth tightly.

Reason told him that it was time to turn around and leave without looking back.

But greed told him that he should go in and take a look.

Maybe someone died of drunkenness in the tent...

In the circus, no one dared to mess with the hairy monster except the sisters Podepon - Anto thought he had hidden a lot of good things.

In particular, he was responsible for looking after the circus's props.

If you're drunk...

Or hang yourself on some hook...

He could sneak some away.

Maybe he won't have to wait a few more years. This year, this month, he can leave the circus for good.

"Furry?"

He shouted softly.

Apart from the sticky smell of blood in the air that stretched out long threads between his fingers, no living person responded to him.

The pitch-black tent was filled with stacked wooden boxes, blocking the dim moonlight that should have penetrated the tent cloth.

Anto could only rely on his memory, rubbing the box, tiptoeing, and exploring the darkness little by little...

He hit the dartboard.

Matching iron darts.

Some clattering marbles.

The key in the drawer, a copper ring that was useless, and a few pennies of small denomination.

Anto doesn't need to distinguish the functions of these small things, as long as they are of the right size and can be put into his pocket.

Walking along the maze made of wooden boxes and turning two corners, Anto's pocket became heavier and heavier.

The ground under my feet seemed to be getting wetter and wetter.

He knocked over a whole case of wine?
"Furry?" Anto bravely raised his voice and said, "Mr. Mason Lyle wants to see you."

He hunched over, leaning his back against the box and waited for a while.

Still no one answered.

This time, Anto was sure that the black-haired monster must be dead - he must have stolen money to buy alcohol, got drunk, and fell headfirst into something sharp, breaking his head or neck, causing blood to flow everywhere. This tragedy happened in just a moment, and no one could hear his screams.

Maybe he couldn't shout out either.

Anto gloated.

"You're in bad luck." He weighed his bag and walked inside with a big step.

After passing a few 'box walls', you will find Maoguai's bed - he uses boxes to surround his sleeping area, which not only blocks the wind but is also warmer than other people's tents... Where is the oil lamp?
After touching a few wooden boxes, I found only some scattered metal knives on them.

I tiptoed into the darkness and saw sticky vomit all over the floor.

It's time for him to go.

'But I haven't found the cash box yet...'

Anto muttered to himself.

He began to get used to the pitch-black darkness, and his anticipation for the future outweighed his fear of the present - this was a good opportunity.

A great opportunity that no one noticed.

If that miser comes, I would like to collect all the vomit on the ground and boil it in a jar.

Anto thought with a pout.

Suddenly, he seemed to step on a hard object.

It will move.

He let out a short scream!

His knees went weak and he fell to his knees in the filth on the ground!
He inserted his ten fingers into something soft and slippery, and when he moved forward, he could feel a hard...

That's the toe cap.

ankle.

sock.

trousers…

The more Anto touched, the more frightened he became, as a torrent of freezing cold swept across his rough skin.

he…

It seems like I know what is in front of me.

A flame was lit in the glass cover.

A flickering smile appeared on his face.

Mason Lyle fiddled with the butterfly hairpin fluttering at his fingertips with one hand, put down the oil lamp with the other hand, and picked up the black glass bottle at his feet.

He didn't know when he sat on the chair, nor how long he sat there.

"I was looking for you, Anto."

He spoke softly, and the sound of water gurgling could be heard in the bottle.

Anto opened his mouth, but the awkward situation made him unable to utter a single sound. He uttered "ah" several times as if he was speechless.

then.

A stream of cold and greasy liquid flowed down his head.

This smell is...

Without giving Antodo any thought, Mason Lyle spoke next.

"You know, I've always treated you as my own children." He emptied the liquid in the black bottle, threw it away, and stood up with the oil lamp. "I've always taken good care of you, right?"

He walked around the shivering boy, a sad look on his face.

"But I'm in big trouble now, Anto, my child." Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Anto could hear his sincerity from his voice. "I didn't succeed... Tell me, why can't I succeed?"

"Didn't I do enough?"

He talked to himself and shook the oil lamp, making the flame inside wider and wider.

"Bodaipon, Maou, Formance - I understand their pain. Yes, I brought them back with my own hands, how can I not understand them?"

Mason Lyle was devastated.

"It would be great if it succeeded, Anto. You said, they obviously all... Oh, yes, then you wouldn't have to die."

"I actually like you quite a bit."

Anto looked back in horror.

An oil lamp hit him in the face at an angle!

He dodged subconsciously, causing the fragile glass to shatter on the iron corner of the wooden box!
Click——!
In an instant.

The flames spread.

"You greedy bastard! I paid for that oil!"

Mason Lyle shook his clothes, shrank his neck, and ran out of the tent cursing.

(End of this chapter)