The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 613 Ch612 Goodbye

Chapter 613 Ch.612 Goodbye (clang)

"Secret Meeting with the Key" has "Coordinates".

As long as they tear open that invisible barrier, they will be able to open up a passage for people to pass through accurately.

But as Bellows said: What about when you come back?
When you come back, it depends on everyone's ability.

Just as most ritualists will not tell others about their "heart anchor", the "Hanging Key Secret Meeting" does not require every compatriot who participates in and witnesses the great moment to share the same "coordinates" for returning.

Jocelyn Cavendish found a 'prop' with great power.

The test tube made of the fairy bottle will maintain the activity of this "prop" and at the same time mix in its own "secret".

Before the test tube was broken, it was like a bright torch in the darkness.

As long as Jocelyn Cavendish is alive and can still sense the "mystery", she will never be lost.

She will definitely come back on time to be with her children and husband.

"Help me protect it, Beck."

Jocelyn placed a finger-length glass bottle into her husband's palm.

It has dreamy colors.

As blue as the ocean, the turbulent surface of the liquid sprinkled a pale mallow color like the sunset, all the way to the bottom of the sea.

If you place it next to your ear, you can hear a long and sad song.

"what is this?"

Bellows lifted it carefully.

He did hear a distant, faint hum.

"Alien vomit," the wife said mischievously, "part of a monster, Baker. Be careful it crawls into your ears at night..."

Actually.

This is a mystical organ from an alien species.

A treasure in the eyes of the ritualists.

"The endless energy can make my 'secret' consume more slowly. Even if I am a few days late, I can still accurately find this 'anchor' in the Black Sea," Jocelyn told her husband as simply as possible: "As long as the anchor is still there, I will not be lost."

"So protect it, Beck."

It’s not that Jocelyn doesn’t trust her fellow members of the “Hanging Key Society”.

——On the road to seeking God, they are united in mind and will never betray each other.

But now it is no longer a dozen years ago.

They found the 'entrance'.

About to succeed.

Once we reach another history, who knows what will happen?

Jocelyn couldn't guarantee it, nor could she see clearly what everyone was thinking like a candlelight illuminating the darkness.

The person she trusts most is her husband.

The man who had loved her from the beginning, risked his life to support her, and had not wavered for years.

As for the Cavendish family?

forget it.

The only thing her brothers and sisters would do was to use the toad metaphor to people who had never met her, or to find out about Taylor's business in various ways in order to get something from it to fill the abyss of their bottomless greed.

Jocelyn thought about it, and so did Bellos.

He shook the test tube gently and watched the waves appear in the narrow deep sea.

"…if it breaks, you can never get it back?"

"The fairy bottle is not so easy to break, Baker. As long as you hide it well and don't let any ritualists find it, and wait for two or three weeks - no one can take it away from us... In fact, this thing is exactly what I prepared for you."

When she brings back the power of the Eleventh Crown God, she will be able to make her husband a ritualist.

Bellos Tyler was in keeping with the teachings of her god, and perfectly in keeping with an unearthly code—which she would bring back as a gift to Bellos…

This old man who yells all day long.

"wait me back."

……

A few days later.

Strange faces often come and go in Taylor's house.

These sneaky bastards who would jump up and scream at the slightest sign of trouble really pissed off old Belos.

'If that's all you have, don't brag about founding a nation, kings. 'Later.

Then came the day of the ceremony.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He just led Randolph and asked Theresa to hold Betty to see Jocelyn off at the door.

"I am a high-ring ritualist, Beck. Few can spare my life."

The aging man shook his cheeks, shoved Randolph roughly, and pushed the child, who didn't know what was going to happen, into his mother's arms.

Randolph looked confused: "...Mom?"

"It's just a long trip, Randolph. I'll be back in two weeks."

Jocelyn stroked Randolph's outline with her hands and kissed him on the forehead.

Then he stood up and looked at Theresa.

"Take care of Bellos."

Theresa didn't give her a good look.

In the maid's opinion, this "madam" did not fulfill her wife's responsibilities at all - she either hid in the dark room all day doing bad things, or asked her to buy those rotten animal organs that even dogs would not look at, and picked up some packages from somewhere...

Extremely disgusting.

She was a complete witch, a woman with unclean heart and flesh: when she faced Randolph, she couldn't say a bad thing about a mother, but once she faced her, it was difficult for her to control her anger.

Bellows Taylor has been too 'considerate' over the years.

Jocelyn Cavendish...

——As if it were natural?

"I wish you a safe and smooth journey, ma'am." Theresa's voice was stiff and her eyes were cold: "May the Father of All Things bless you."

But Jocelyn smiled.

"You don't like me, Theresa."

She stared at the silent maid, took a few steps forward, and whispered, "You don't like me, but I made Bellos love you. You see, I am much more tolerant than you think... Am I not?"

"If I were the 'considerate' and 'well-behaved' lady you mentioned, I would have kicked out a dishonest maid long ago... or buried her under the tree next to the stable."

"It's normal that you don't understand our great ideals."

"Just like Bellos didn't understand, but always supported me..."

Tereza could no longer bear it: "That's because the master loves you."

"Yes, I love you." Jocelyn glanced at the sulking man who was walking away, and laughed in her heart: "But some feelings are greater than love and more worthy of pursuit - love is just the most insignificant one among them..."

Theresa sneered, "I didn't know, ma'am, that 'love' has to be big or small."

Jocelyn was surprised: "Money has to be divided into big and small, Theresa, why not love? When choosing coins, everyone knows that a pound is worth more than a shilling, right?"

"Love is precious precisely because it is different from money." Theresa lowered her eyes.

"You are wrong, my maid. Love is as precious as money." Jocelyn lowered her head and poked the sleepy girl, her daughter, with her index finger.

Then, he sighed heavily.

"I'll find a way to cure Betty."

She took another step forward, as if to get further away from Bellows's ear.

"…Take good care of my husband and wait for me to come back. If you are willing to give birth to a child for him…"

Theresa seemed to hear an explosion and took a step back in shock.

"I'm only a maid, ma'am."

Jocelyn stared at her for a long moment.

Shake his head slightly.

"If you can't unlock the lock in your heart... you'll never get what you want."

Theresa was annoyed: "At least I will always be with Mr. Taylor."