The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 617: Wave Weaver

When Hayan left satisfied and with a lot of secrets in his heart, Randolph had time to whisper to Theresa to comfort her.

Roland didn't tell the story about her and Bellos...

Although Randolph should have guessed it long ago.

"I maintain my opinion of her, Randolph."

Theresa didn't call her 'Madam', which showed that she had meant it sincerely when she called her 'bitch'.

She was dissatisfied with Jocelyn, dissatisfied with her for ignoring her husband and children and going far away to pursue that illusory ideal country, or perhaps a god that did not exist at all.

She harmed her own family and the Taylor family.

She is Jocelyn Taylor. How could she abandon her son, daughter and husband and go with those shabby people to seek some god of founding a country?

The benefactor is above.

Is that something she should consider?

"Don't blame my mother, Theresa."

Randolph was somewhat discouraged.

He couldn't think about his father's actions over the years. He had to go to Porto to recuperate for a period of time every year. Even when he fell ill and his memory disappeared bit by bit, he was still unwilling to leave this infuriating and painful place.

He often disappeared, leaving the servants searching for him for a long time.

And often they would find the old madman, with his chin in his hand and lost in thought, behind the stone pier at the gate or in the bushes.

Randolph did not want to blame his mother or judge her ideals.

He just ignored it.

"Don't forget, you are also half a primitive person now. Do you need me to call you Your Excellency?" Roland joked, "Appoint me as the mayor in the future."

Randolph grinned: "If they can really succeed, I will only wear a bathrobe when I go out from now on."

Roland laughed: "If you like, you can do it directly, no need to wait..."

Randolph rolled his eyes at him, then suddenly thought of something and laughed back, "'Establish our country', Roland, you must listen carefully. It's our country. You don't have a single drop of the blood of the primitive people..."

“Maybe my kids do.”

"How could your child..." Randolph was stunned, and then his face darkened: "... Roland, are you kidding Beatrice?"

Roland looked innocent: "Maybe I will give birth to a daughter."

Randolph: "I have no interest in your daughter either."

"Why are you only smart about these things?" Roland sighed, "You always make me feel that Miss Bronte is like laudanum. Once you meet her, your brain will not be clear..."

Randolph thought to himself that my brain has been dull since I met you.

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Now that Roland had explained it clearly, Randolph naturally had a different guess about the secret organ.

He knows his father.

If that was the mother's hope to return home, a coordinate for her return, a deeply buried anchor.

It wasn't like Bellows Taylor was going to hide it away in some secret place, waiting for some lucky guy to screw it up.

The most important thing should be carried with you, right?

then.

When Randolph and Theresa tried to coax the delirious old man into taking the cane from him, they received the most violent resistance they had seen in days.

The old man's face was flushed with a rosy blush, and his silk nightgown was torn so hard that it made a series of tearing sounds.

He stood in the living room, blocking the way, cursing Randolph as a "thief and liar in the guise of a guest", and Teresa as his shameless and immoral mother (Roland saw that Teresa was quite satisfied with this title).

He turned his cane into a sword and chopped Randolph's arm; then he used it as a gun barrel and pressed it against Randolph's chest.

Roland was shouting that the inheritance should be left to him.

Then Randolph scolded Roland.

Bellows started to scold Randolph, asking how a thief could dare to insult his master, and he chased him and beat his butt with his cane.

Theresa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

There was chaos in the living room. Soon, Beatrice heard the noise and came downstairs, happily joining the battle.

It's even more confusing.

all in all.

The well-maintained walking stick was eventually stolen by his stealthy son at midnight when old Bellows was fast asleep.

Roland accused him of stealing his father's things.

Randolph said if you respect him so much, you can choose not to do it. Roland thought about it and said who would respect such an old man who was not in his right mind.

The heart of the stick is solid.

Bellows Taylor is smart.

He added weight to the cane by inlaying it with metal carved into rose patterns, making it a single piece with seemingly no seams at all.

Randolph was certain that the secret organ was in the cane.

"I know him."

Randolph said.

"You have to carry anything important with you, not to mention this 'anchor' that can bring your mother home..."

As he spoke, Randolph used a small hand saw to cut the wooden stick little by little under Theresa's distressed gaze.

as predicted.

There is a man-made groove inside.

The glass test tube lay quietly in the groove.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"You just said that my mother left the 'coordinates' in it...the coordinates for returning, right?"

"Ah."

“…Is it still there?”

Randolph asked if it was still there, which was also a question about whether she was still there.

The answer is unanimous.

That crystal clear artificial ocean has been surging day after day for years.

However, the "mysterious" aura that remained on it, belonging only to the ritualist, had disappeared.

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「Name」: Waveweaver

「Type」: Mystical Organ (Xenomorph)
「Description」: Let it soak my heart and let the waves sing.

The sirens are an extremely special species.

They rarely appear in human sight, and even less are recorded in human books.

It is said that a sailor once heard whispers in his ears and the sound of fish tails hitting the water late at night.

later…

Later, until his death, the sailor could only hear these two sounds:

All the words and noises from near and far turned into sparkling water and whispers close to his brain - it was as if a spring that kept emitting colorful bubbles had grown into his ears...

Torture and ravage his mind.

Less than a month.

He's crazy.

This rare mystical organ grants the drinker extraordinary powers.

Your voice will be more pleasant to the ear and more likely to gain the goodwill of aliens and other creatures.

To a certain extent, you can even use words to deceive weak-willed mortals - I hope you understand that every successful deception does not mean how clever your lies are.

When you are near the "ocean" or "lake", if you are willing to pay some "insignificant" cost, you can manipulate the water flow to a limited extent and create waves.

A Waveweaver will never fear the ocean.

You can breathe freely underwater, and singing can soothe your emotions and stabilize your spirit.

If you still don't know what addiction is...

Try singing a lullaby to a troubled soul.

Note: The Siren's throat is always liquid, so use it in the most stomach-churning way you can think of - if that doesn't work, add a little honey.

Note: The "Wave Weaver" is a rare and excellent organ. I hope that the person who owns it will not use the sound in some strange places (such as are you ahaha's little ahaha... such as kneel down you little ahaha...)
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I don't like you always making changes on your own and adding some 'unnecessary comments'.

"I think only the ones in brackets are necessary."
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Bewitching mortals...
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So, I can make my uncle do a backflip in front of Yam?
"..."

"I overestimated you, Roland."

(End of this chapter)