The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 625 Ch.624 Don't even think about it

"So, she has a ritual that makes the body 'portable'?"

"The property left by her last husband."

Old Tom said.

James Shelley had been acquainted with Mrs. Burns's second husband, a ritualist with no hope of reaching the High Ring.

The Path of Flame.

"…can bring the power of 'burning', but unfortunately it is not the path of the Crown God - he has been exposed to the mysterious and owns a candy farm. Why did this gentleman who has no shortage of money and power choose to marry an indecent widow..."

"The master has also expressed doubts about this."

This 'second husband' left behind many items related to the mysterious side, and sold many of them to Shelley during his lifetime.

and many more.

A ritualist, killed in a street fight?

"That's what the newspapers say, who knows?" Old Tom smiled and said, "Let's call it a 'street fight'."

Anyway, the "Universal Ritual" is in Ms. Burns' collection.

"I have to warn you, miss."

The old butler bowed, led Rose to the dining table, and pulled out a chair for her.

"Burns is not an easy woman to deal with - many men approach her for various purposes, but in the end get nothing. She moves in respectable circles and does dishonorable things in private..."

"This woman has a bad reputation. Although few people have expressed this publicly... everyone knows it."

"Many ladies dislike her and are wary of her. Tell me, why is that?"

Today's meal is lamb chops with herbs, fish fillet cooked with white grapes and apple tart.

Don't ask where these dishes come from.

Rose did this, and Old Tom was very angry and flew into a rage.

"Besides, I don't recommend you to tarnish Burns' reputation for a slave..." He saw Rose was a little dissatisfied, so he changed his words: "I don't recommend you to tarnish Burns' reputation for a 'not so close' 'friend'..."

Rose said, does she really have any "reputation"?
"When you officially return to the family, young lady, you will have a reputation."

The old man smiled with wrinkles on his face. “Although the blood of the Shelley family is not noble, the master is definitely an important person. You are her daughter, and maybe the only heir to the Shelley family. There are not many people who need you to bow your head to speak.”

The girl's emerald eyes became lively in the candlelight, and she joked, "Even the Queen can't do it?"

Old Tom: ...

"That's our monarch, young lady. You have to have a certain degree of respect for her. Just now, it suddenly occurred to me. Did you say something 'bad' to the teacher before? He got angry at me and said that you always -"

Rose held the knife and fork in both hands, with her index fingers extended to the left and right, and covered her ears, looking at him eagerly.

'I can't hear anything.'

Old Tom was helpless and raised his palm, signaling her to eat quickly.

"Okay, sir."

Old Tom: ...

This kid always has a "I'm going to piss you off to death" vibe. I don't know who he learned this from...

Rose straightened her back, her shoulders as steady as two nailed wooden frames, cut off a corner of the apple tart with a special egg-tart knife, and then used a special thin spatula to scoop it onto a plate, put down the cutlery, and picked up a special silver spoon at hand.

"I won't hurt the Shelley family because of Halida, Tom."

She scooped a spoonful, put it into her mouth, and her eyes narrowed up because of the sweetness.

Old Tom disagreed with Rose's words: "You shouldn't say that, Miss. You are half the owner of the Shelley family, and the master also said that you have the right to use what he gave you..."

"That's not mine."

Rose interrupted.

"Shelley's."

"I have made an agreement with Mr. Shelley. I am just helping, Tom. Forget about food and clothing, but I will not harm Shelley's interests. That would be too shameless." Rose thought she had gotten enough, but in the matter of Burns, she could not let Shelley's 'new heir' bear such a reputation and bring disaster to the family name.

Old Tom looked at the girl scooping the egg tarts spoonfully, with satisfaction in his eyes.

There are also sighs.

After all, she is not a descendant of the Shelley family.

Once he found the "thing" that the master wanted and verified that Lillian Rose Vansittart was not James Shelley's daughter, it was unknown what would happen - the master should not take her back to the Shelley family and raise her like a daughter.

Once feelings arise between people, pain will arise.

He didn't want to see his master disappointed again, nor did he want to let this lonely child who lived in danger all day return to that kind of life.

There was even a moment when Old Tom wanted to "rebel".

He wanted to pretend to search for it, but he would never find it, nor could he buy back the magical object that could identify bloodline - this way, the master might be happier.

But as soon as this idea came to mind, old Tom dismissed it.

Bloodline is no joke.

Once he did this, the Shelley family's wealth would fall into the hands of outsiders.

Stupid idea.

Old Tom was thinking, but he heard Rose talking to herself:

"I did ask Mr. Shelley why he didn't find other women to have children with. Maybe there was something wrong with him—"

For an instant.

The housekeeper's old face seemed to be twisted again and again in the opposite direction by two invisible big hands like twisting a towel.

The corners of his mouth trembled, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to use.

"…Ladies shouldn't talk like that, Miss Lillian."

"Let's have a private chat, Tom."

The old man felt his head grow bigger due to anger. Since Rose moved into Shelley, his head circumference has been increasing day by day: "…The master's age, young lady, that's all I can say."

"That's not right," Rose raised her fork and gestured. Under the butler's gaze, 'If you do that again, I'll call for help,' she put down her hand awkwardly. "I know that a sixty-year-old man can also let -"

"Miss!" exclaimed Old Tom, "you must never say such things anywhere!"

Rose pouted and leaned back, letting the servant replace her used plate.

"You should find me a teacher in this area," the girl muttered, "otherwise I would definitely ask around... If I had known earlier, I would have learned more when I was young..."

The housekeeper laughed in anger: "Are you threatening me?"

Rose blinked her big green eyes and turned her head: "Will that work?"

Old Tom sneered: "I'm sorry, miss, it will be of no use. I will never, never, never let you contact those obscene women... What kind of people do you think they are? They are all a bunch of people who deserve to die in the reformatory..."

Seeing this, Rose sighed: "But I need some knowledge on how to deal with men..."

"You don't have to 'deal' with any man," the old butler said, "When your last name is Shelley——"

Rose laughed: "But I want to deal with it."

The old housekeeper gave this lady, who looked like a lady on the outside but was a mess on the inside, a stern look that said, "You can't think about it," and warned her:
"Your ring-raising ceremony is ready."

These words caused the silver fork to suddenly hover over the neatly cut lamb chops.

Holding the knife and fork in her hands, Rose put her smile on the table and was silent for a moment: "... Have you found a candidate?"

"Of course, just waiting for you."

“I thought the Secret Scroll was different from the cultists.”

Old Tom shook his head and warned the somewhat 'naive' girl implicitly: "Any mystery has a price, miss. It's just like the rules of society. Don't you know what a person who wants to climb up needs to step on?"

(End of this chapter)