The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 606 Ch.605 About the Wanderer Camp

"Tell me about the Homeless Camp. I haven't met anyone from this group yet."

"organize?"

Patton smiled.

He respected and feared Roland, but he was also aware of Roland's "immaturity" - on the path of a ritualist, this child was too young.

"That's hardly an 'organization,' Mr. Collins."

Patton said that the "Wanderer Camp" is completely different from the Holy Cross, the Ring of Eternal Silence, and the Great Whirlpool. They are loose and tolerant, and their constraints are very weak - relatively speaking, members can't expect the camp to help them if they get into trouble.

Rather than a sect, it is more like a guild composed of bounty hunters.

They issue quests, trade contraband or illegal invisible arts, extremely harmful strange objects, and alien species that may cause great disasters.

The 'wanderers' will also compete for tasks that suit them according to their own circumstances.

For example, theft.

Even assassination.

As mentioned before.

It is possible for a fourth-ring ritualist to be penniless.

Would these "supermen" with great powers watch a mortal who they could kill with just a flick of their fingers act arrogantly and enjoy a life they have never enjoyed?
Most ritualists can.

Because they follow the rules.

A few ritualists chose 'no'.

I can punch through steel with my fists, but I don't even have a decent place to live; a bout of typhoid fever could end your fragile life, but you have twenty servants to take care of you - it's not fair.

So unfair.

then.

They attacked and killed those wealthy families with a little wealth, plundered like robbers, and easily took away the gold pounds that might have been accumulated by generations.

This is reasonable and should be accepted.

of course.

Those who perform rituals in this way should also bear the consequences of doing so.

That is.

Except for the two crown gods worshipped by the evil followers, they will be enemies with the followers of all eight crown gods in this land.

Keep it simple.

The same can be said.

Ninety-nine percent of the ritualists will be their enemies - even some cultists are willing to exchange the heads of these thugs for money... there is always a way.

Unless you are powerful enough to commit such a crime without leaving any trace, or are not afraid of being wanted by the Crown God Cult - but ritualists who have reached this level usually choose to 'join'.

"…killed a candy shop owner, his daughter and three children, and stole two hundred and fifty-eight pounds. The church issued a wanted notice and offered a reward of one thousand five hundred pounds. Mr. Collins, in just half a month, the ritualist who killed people and stole money was hanged on the outskirts of the city."

what is interesting is.

The person who reported him and participated in his arrest was his closest friend in the "camp".

Patton laughed and said that this might be that man's conspiracy, a conspiracy to make a lot of money.

"Rules are important, and many people in the homeless camp don't follow them."

That is why they are excluded.

Bellows Taylor once gave the Bartons a choice.

Serve him and his descendants, or give them some money so that the young Patton can make a living and maybe find a smoother path in the "Vagabond Camp" in the future...

Obviously, both Patton Jr. and Patton Sr. were smart men.

"That's the difference between having one meal full and having every meal full."

"…Mr. Taylor is a good man. I can't say he's kind, but he's really good to me. I have food and clothes, what more do I want? The kids out there can't even get a mouse."

Patton said, looking at the girl running around not far away.

Beatrice begged Theresa to buy her a brown wig, put it on her head, and ran around Randolph and Bellos like a restless pony - in Porto Port, she finally didn't have to wear those heavy whalebone skirts like a young lady.

"So does Miss."

Barton smiled in a way that made Roland feel sick.

"I wish I had a lovely daughter like this. And a son as strong and energetic as me. Maybe twins would be nice too..."

"Ahhhhhhhh Roland!"

The foal is coming.

"Spoon!"

She held up a palm-sized wooden spoon, which she used to stir the special shell snacks - stuffing cream and muffins into clean shells, and then decorating them with a few small sugar balls similar to "pearls", which were sold specifically to these girls and boys who came from afar with heavy pockets. "Spoon!"

She jumped in front of Roland and buried her head in his arms.

"Spoon! Shell!"

Roland hugged her and looked at her eyes that were getting lighter as the sky: "Where are the snacks in the shell?"

Beatrice: ?

The girl pinched her little hand.

He tilted his head and peered into the shell.

"…there is nothing…"

"I saw it all. There was pancake foam, cream, sugar balls and nuts in the shell. Did you eat them secretly?"

"No... no..."

"You just stole the food and brought me only an empty shell...it really makes me sad."

Beatrice pursed her lips and pointed forward.

Randolph and Bellows.

"…Whitebeard ate it all!"

"Mr. Bellos ate it?" Roland also found it funny: "Didn't you buy a few more?"

The girl rummaged through her pockets.

Empty.

Theresa usually only left a few shillings or a pound or two with Beatrice - but a shell snack was not enough to cover her expenses.

"…You're being fooled, Betty." Roland bent down and whispered to her, "This shell won't cost that many coins."

Roland explained to her.

soon.

The girl with a flat mouth began to accumulate rainwater. A few dewdrops were visibly hanging in her eye sockets and rolling across the corners of her mouth like small glass beads.

This crying does not mean that you have lost your money or shells.

Roland could sense it.

There was a hint of embarrassment and pain in the uneasiness of the little shoe tip kneading a mud puddle.

Betty has grown up again.

She began to vaguely realize her own "stupidity" and felt "shame".

"It's ok."

Roland crushed the glass bead with his thumb and whispered in her ear:

"Will you repeat what I said?"

"Roland?"

"May the All-Father bless you."

Beatrice was confused: "...May...May Father...bless you?"

Roland: "May the Father of All Things bless you."

Beatrice repeated it several times, each time clearer than the last.

"May the All-Father bless you."

Roland: "That's right. Beatrice is a pretty and lovely girl. Everyone likes her."

Beatrice pursed her lips, repeated intermittently, and 'secretly' lifted her wig and 'quietly' stared at Roland.

"Beatrice is... a beautiful and lovely girl. No one can dislike her."

"That's right, look how smart you are," Roland said the third sentence with a smile and asked her to repeat it.

"Learn this sentence and tell the man selling shells. He will give you more... How do you think?"

And such a good thing!

Beatrice was immediately delighted and put her arms around Roland's neck: "I learn quickly!"

"Of course, no one learns faster than you." Roland pinched her nose and asked her to imitate him: "My brother is the executor of the Tribunal. Give me twenty shells, or he will tear your head off."

Patton:…

That's not a good idea, Mr. Collins.

(End of this chapter)