The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 626 Ch.625 Gold and the Ascension Ring

Rose originally thought that only cultists 'eat people'.

Only those ritualists of the "Cradle of Flesh and Blood", the evil party members in the organization full of lunatics and criminals, would tear the flesh of their own kind and feast on it in dark cellars, singing strange and off-key prayers.

Actually, no.

It wasn't just Madeleine Terry whom she had met and John Shelley who had been bewitched by her.

It's not just "Dry Bones" and "Elegy" that involve dealing with dead bodies and spirits all year round.

The same is true for the "secret scroll" that symbolizes greed.

The upgrade ceremony for the second ring of the Secret Scroll, Gold Coin, is not complicated:

One "influence", the chaos caused by greed, had already been felt in the mining town.

Besides.

A rare item.

Two bunches of still-dead lupines, ten fresh fox tongues.

A whole tub of gold.

one…

Someone who can be sacrificed.

The Ring-raising Ceremony was provided by James Shelley, as were the rest of the ritual objects.

To be honest, Rose did not hate the ritual process, nor did she feel pity for the dying girl.

——But the young thief suddenly realized that the so-called "Crown God" and "Non-Crown God", apart from being legal or not, were just like the voices she had heard when she was hanging out in the South District:

No matter how elegant the tone or how carefully chosen the words, they could no longer show any nobility amid the shouting of those hooligans.

This would not have frustrated Rose, unless she had believed from the beginning that the path of the Crowned God was superior to that of the non-Crowned God.

She hadn't thought of it that way.

She just gradually understood the rules of how the world works under the guidance of teachers who were always going crazy but actually played an important role in London or the entire academic world. The knowledge that made Anne Vansittart realize it too late was the essence of the sticky threads pulled out from the gorgeous clothes.

This knowledge cannot be learned by gangsters.

Gang leaders who are not smart or lucky enough cannot learn it either.

As long as you continue to work, you cannot and do not need to learn this knowledge that you will never use in your entire life.

These maxims, which seem to be stained with some mysterious curses, will cause pain to some people, causing them to suffer from hunger forever and the pain of being hammered in the head. But in the ears of others, they are like the trumpets blown by angels to welcome souls and open the gates of the Holy Kingdom.

Rose thought that apart from those cumbersome etiquette and words, she did not learn anything "useful" from those people who "ate and drank for free".

But often, what she thought was "useless" would quietly scratch her head at such moments, reminding her what secrets she had discovered.

"Miss."

The maid handed over a soft towel.

In the spacious and bright bathroom, a unique pattern was painted with gold ink on the dark gray marble slab:∞
Like two connected coins.

It is also the eyes of God.

It is said that the eyes of this goddess are eternally bright, and the gold of the whole world is dissolved in her golden eyes overlooking the world. They flow slowly, and sometimes tears fall, multiplying the gold that people long for on the earth...

Since the followers of the Lady of Bustle and Bustle had so many criminal records, Rose didn't quite believe this statement.

After all, no one has ever actually seen a god.

Since those bored and crazy believers can personify their god into a petite and beautiful girl...what else can't they do?

The symbol does represent a busy woman, but Rose prefers another interpretation.

greedy.

She put on a towel and the maids helped her take off her clothes and socks.

This bath was built specifically for the Ring-raising Ceremony: apart from the almost cauldron-like bathtub in the centre of the double rings, the candles and the items required for the ritual, there was nothing in it that would be found in a normal bath.

Gold bars as thick as arms were neatly stacked in the crucible, with a thin layer of white flame burning on the top.

A summon for the Path of the Holy Flame.

Just spend some money.

There are always ritualists who are happy to do this. It will burn slowly, burning on the gold, thoroughly boiling this pot of metal that can make people worry-free for a lifetime - and when it goes out, it means that the time for bathing has arrived.

Rose held two rosy lupines in her hands and took a deep breath. When her heartbeat stabilized, she walked towards the surging golden saint, leaving a trail of red footprints on the gray stone slabs.

'I cannot accept my own imperfections.'

'Leave mine.'

'Hurt me.'

'To protect me.'

'A lunatic is not deceived by entreaties.'

'it is known.'

'Desire is a wise scar, the prelude to destruction and resurrection.'

The vague stories of saints in history intersect at this moment, just like the sacred hearts of martyrs turning into ice and snow and rising in the flames.

The golden temple that created the holy remains nurtured the prayers of its saint and made them stronger and stronger. Amidst the golden waves that died and came back to life, no one dared to go against the rumbling thunder.

Rose's eyes were filled with gold.

She seemed even smaller, so small that she almost crawled back into her mother's belly. She could feel the warm water waves gently hitting her cheeks, and the sticky honey-colored liquid penetrated into her eyes, nose, ears and mouth.

She breathed smoothly, spoke, and sang. Her limbs stretched and spread little by little with the waves, flooding everywhere.

She repeated the prayer silently, repeating it with all the force and desire she would use to deflect an incoming arrow.

She was respectful and pious, begging for a soul-tearing blade to descend from the Golden Kingdom, and praying to the God of Gold, who symbolized the bustle, the generosity, and the stinginess...

'Perfection is relative.'

'Every new fulfillment represents a new desire...'

The girl immersed in the boiling golden water was like the soft tongues of the ten wild foxes, like the lupines in the palm of her hand, being pounced on by the roaring gold. She was like a golden sculpture, exhaling cold white mist like snow in the boiling liquid.

The boiling blood in the body, the destructive metal on the skin, and the symbols that had already flooded the gray-white rock slabs echoed each other.

A dead person, given new life, breaks through the water.

She stepped out of the crucible, dragging her golden dress, like a weeping sun shedding drops of golden tears along the way.

She waited quietly there.

The roar and struggle behind him intensified, almost crushing the crucible and blowing up the entire villa.

Cracks began to appear on the rock slabs and walls underfoot.

Everyone felt the coming shock.

Rose shouted.

The maids pushed the door open impatiently, carrying a huge wooden frame in groups of two or three.

A woman was tied to the wooden frame.

She used the most filthy and vulgar words to insult them, and cursed them with all her life. Then, she began to beg for mercy, crying and saying that she shouldn't have done that bad thing, and shouldn't have been too greedy...

When she realized that everything was in vain, begging for mercy turned into cursing again.

The maids with serious faces moved a specially made leaking hose, one end of which was inserted into the woman's mouth and throat, while the other end was held up by someone.

The sturdiest and oldest maid, wearing many layers of smocks, used a black metal spoon to scoop up the unwilling gold, then stepped on the wooden box and poured it into the funnel.

The strange liquid did not ignite anything.

It just went down the road, passing by the walls and hoses, passing by the woman's gums and resisting throat, and with a gurgling sound, it went into her stomach...

Struggling, wailing, sobbing.

One spoonful after another.

As the maids moved, the roaring liquid in the crucible gradually subsided.

Rose shook her head.

Slowly opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)