The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 553 You Are Not

A crystal bottle was placed on the table.

The little monster inside was yawning.

Enid Jutia's office.

Roland handed it to his chief judge. He would not leave this lying alien to listen to him telling him stories like "Do you want endless money?", "Three rings... or four rings, I can make you in the blink of an eye."

Mason Lyle is the perfect example.

Although the mystery is not like the hottest "science" nowadays, which emphasizes fifty-fifty, how much you pay, how much you get back - those researchers call it "equivalent exchange."

But mystery is not.

Mystery is more like a businessman's tactic.

Pay less, get more in return.

Maybe more effort, less return.

Even no return.

Mystery doesn't talk about "fairness", and the goblin's words do have some credibility:

But Roland didn't listen.

He didn't even think that the ugly thing was a 'fairy' - only people like Aurora Lola were considered fairies.

it?
At best, it is a low-level alien species that imitates a fairy.

of course.

As Roland said this, it almost smashed the bottle with its head and rushed out to bite his nose.

"I am a real fairy!"

'All goblins look like this!'

Roland: 'I have seen a fairy who is much prettier than you.'

Goblin: 'That's impossible!'

Roland: 'She has curly hair, big eyes, speaks playfully, and has a childlike voice.'

Goblin: 'You are a lunatic.'

Roland: "You are. Maybe you should be named "the alien species that imitates the fairy." "

Goblin: 'I'm going to bite your nose off!'

Roland: "It's really ugly. But, since you have such power, you don't have to be too beautiful, right?"

Goblin: '...I am a goblin.'

Roland: 'You are not.'

The two creatures, neither of which were considered human, argued all the way.

How can a fairy prove that she is a real fairy?

It rolled its eyes.

Fairy: 'Then I can also say that you are not human.'

If you say you are, I want you to prove it too—

Roland: 'I am not.'

Fairy: "......"

Roland: "You are not a goblin anyway."

The goblins don't want such souls.

It thinks it will vomit and have diarrhea if it eats a bite.

When Roland walked into the office carrying the bottle, it almost screamed in surprise!

Great God of Sleep and Dreams! Creator!
What a bright and shining soul!

I want this!

She must be mine!

Enid was writing something at her desk.

Seeing Roland come in, she put away the letters, smoothed the hair that covered half of her face, held her chin, and tilted her head to look at him.

"I thought you were mad at me."

She watched as her man walked up to her, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

As a result, the drooping corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"For what?" Roland put the bottle on the table, pulled up a chair and faced Enid. "Just the 'Hymns'?"

Enid pursed her lips, seeming a little regretful: "Actually, I can ask Fernandez to help you write it. As the captain, he has the obligation-"

Roland interrupted hurriedly: "Enid, I'm almost done."

After all, it was the calligraphy book that Rose had worked so hard to prepare.

How can I not use it?

"Oh? I don't think I've ever seen you follow the rules of the Holy Cross, Roland." Enid said with a teasing look: "If you dare to swear to the Father of All Things that you wrote it yourself... forget it."

She felt that this didn't mean anything to Roland.

After all, he is not a believer.

Enid knew this too well. "So, this is the 'little prop' that Mason Lyle used to 'change his fate'?" At this time, Enid turned her eyes to glance at the crystal bottle.

Of course Enid knew this.

But she didn't expect that Roland would hand over the alien so quickly - she thought her little man would be troubled for a while.

Anyone, or rather, most of the people she met who possessed the "genie in the bottle", whether mortals or ritualists, found it difficult to make up their minds to completely get rid of it: this thing did have the power to change destiny to some extent.

Although the cost is equally high...

but.

When a person has nowhere to go, what does a small soul mean?
"It should tempt you, shouldn't it?"

"It's not a temptation." Roland wondered: "Is it a species that likes to imitate?"

Genie in a Bottle: ...

'I am the goblin!'

Enid gave Roland a strange look and spoke for the monster in the bottle.

"This is a goblin, Roland...Have you seen other goblins?"

Roland: No.

This topic cannot be discussed in depth.

“It represents disaster. Many people have possessed it, followed its instructions, and made deals with it—these people have only one fate.”

Enid picked up the bottle by the neck and moved it toward her.

"Death is almost a relief."

Because of the deal they made with the genie in the bottle, these people not only harmed themselves, but also their relatives, friends, and lovers.

They were bewitched and manipulated... no, maybe I shouldn't say 'bewitched'.

They firmly believe that everything is 'their own choice'.

"It has some value, but it's more in the bottle it's in." Enid tapped the crystal bottle with her nails. "The liquid inside will never go bad. As for the goblins... only crazy ritualists will trade with them."

They eat human souls.

The ritualist just happens to need souls as walls, on which to place nails and hang the power.

They must keep their souls 'intact' and wait for the destined path to take them.

Once you make a deal with a goblin or something else, your soul will be damaged and you will lose your "qualifications"...

That will directly affect how far they can go.

Just as Enid said.

No 'normal' ritualist would trade with these aliens.

Roland suddenly thought of a loophole: "If the ritualist possesses it and forces mortals to trade with them..."

There was a smile in Enid's eyes: "There is no shortage of smart people in history."

Yet treat it with mystery.

The smarter, the more dangerous.

A commercial client?
of course can.

But the trading rules followed by the "genie in the bottle" are completely different from the "human rules" in the minds of the ritualists.

"They tried to hire and bribe him with money, extended the distance by constantly jumping lines, tried hinting, and tried to manipulate flesh and blood with their abilities. Roland, too many people tried too many methods."

Enid said.

Once there is profit to be made, ritualists, like mortals, will burst out with extremely stupid and fanatical motivation.

then.

Those who tried suffered greatly.

One after another.

Later, some high-level ritualists finally reached a consensus: about the "genie in the bottle".

This type of alien follows and, to a certain extent, manipulates certain "rules" that cannot be observed by the ritualists. Before the ritualists have the ability to peek into the truth, there is no loophole for them to exploit.

And when they truly touched the rules, were able to reach the deepest part of the sleeping world, and were crowned with the name of 'immortality'...

The "genie in the bottle" has no effect on them.

Of course, Enid said there was a better way to deal with a monster that only knew a few 'tricks'.

"Would you like to make a deal with me?" The fairy in the bottle suddenly spoke: "Power, wealth, destiny...even the destiny of others. Woman, I desire your soul..."

"No problem at all."

Enid nodded to Roland's surprise.

"Help me destroy a soul. A man named Charles Chloe, a high seat of the Truth Council, the seventh ring of "Thinker", I will provide you with items that have been touched by his scent, how about it?"

Fairy: ...

The little monster silently retracted his fangs and looked at the other person in the room.

"Would you like to come with me—"

Roland: "You are not a goblin."

Fairy: ...

(End of this chapter)