The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 628: The Influence and Repayment of Spiritual Tablets
"So, how do you use this card?"

Rose held the 'playing card' between her fingers, letting it bounce back and forth between them.

It has a very soft texture and a certain degree of toughness.

Old Shelley lowered his head, pressed the ash in the bowl with his thumb, and said casually: "Same as other strange things."

Other strange things?

Rose flicked the cards and concentrated quietly.

soon.

A blood-red color spread across the empty card.

It turned red and continued to spread.

Old Shelley reached out and took the card, and said to Rose in confusion:
"The spirit tablet knows your most urgent desire at the moment and the risks you are about to take - and when it touches the "secret", it will use color to prompt the holder."

He said.

"Red means danger... What are you thinking?"

Rose: “Nothing.”

James smiled wryly: "I think so, Lillian. But you should know that rare items have a price..."

He told Rose.

After being activated, this card can give the prophetic answer according to the holder's desire:

Red symbolizes danger and death.

Blue is the opposite.

And the grey...

It only means two things: either it is difficult to determine the outcome of the next event. Or, someone in the event holds a strange object that is immune to prophecy or has similar power...

"You haven't mentioned the price yet."

"You haven't told me what you were thinking just now."

Rose leaned over the table, resting her chin on her arm. "I'm thinking about whether I should steal the "Spring Curse" from you... That's the reward Roland chose for me."

This finally made the old man unable to maintain his relaxed demeanor, and he became a little angry: "I think you don't want this secret technique at all, but because of that Collins..."

Rose's face was full of "what else?", and she responded in a strange tone: "Curse, curse, sir. This doesn't sound like a proper ritual - if I want to kill someone, why don't I use a knife or a gun?"

Old Shelley: ...

"He is not suitable for you."

"I think we are a good match." Rose licked her lips and propped up her chin with one hand - of course, in the eyes of old Shelley, it was undoubtedly a 'silly smile'. He had seen too many girls like this, even if their lovers lost a leg, they could find reasons why 'disability is better than normal people'.

For example, if you lose a leg, the blood will have nowhere to go.

If you have one less place to go, you can have more money to go to other places you should go...

Hypothesis.

Assuming the blood knew where to go...

You know shit!

When their soldiers were beaten and crying in Kabul, they didn't know where to go. How could the blood bead know where to go?
In short, to sum up.

Old Shelley had seen a lot.

He himself had been stared at like this by girls when he was young. At that time, he had all kinds of reasons. When opening letters, some girls even used "You smell really good" as the opening line of a date invitation letter.

If the pale ladies and gentlemen of this land were a book of stern, old-fashioned chastity, then, if you peel back the cover, you would see the most shameless and dissolute vices in the world.

James Shelley knew that Roland Collins was no ordinary man.

After all, he is someone that Enid Jutia values.

But the more this happened, the more he didn't want Rose to get too close to him - it would be dangerous.

The sword hanging above his head was called "Saint Archangel".

Another history.

An executive who is at war with the cultists and is always in danger.

Every identity is unqualified.

"I think you are old enough to choose a husband—"

"Mr. Shelley!" Rose's face suddenly changed, and she even changed her address: "I think I have the right to choose what I like... myself... I... I have the right..."

In fact, she didn't.

Every girl and young gentleman has none.

As long as their parents are still alive.

"Yes, I don't think there is anyone suitable for my child right now. Those with suitable backgrounds have no wisdom. Those with wisdom don't have a good background. Those with both wisdom and background, but have a very bad reputation and treat their lovers harshly..."

Old Shelley was obviously joking. He used long, soothing sentences to ease the tense atmosphere, and looked at Rose with extremely gentle eyes: "If it were you in the past, Lillian, you would yell at me and say, 'Why do you care about me?' - right?"

Rose deflated, slumped in her chair, and turned her face away.

"…How can I talk to you like that, sir? I've enjoyed too much that I shouldn't have…"

"Gratitude, gratitude and resentment are clearly distinguished," James Shelley nodded: "Excellent character, an invisible and strong rope to hang your head."

Rose disagreed: "We must repay kindness and resentment—"

Click.

There was a sound of breaking wood from overhead.

The old man and the child raised their heads and looked into the distance.

At the top of the bookcase, the wooden board supporting the books creaked under the weight and a long crack appeared in the center.

"If you have any grievances, you must - Ouch!" Crack.

Before Rose could get up, the blue book, which had completely broken the wooden board, spun and hit Rose on the forehead.

Leaving a light red mark.

"See, what did I say just now? All rare items have a price."

Old Shelley laughed.

He saw the girl in front of him trying to struggle to get up, but her feet slipped and she bumped into the shaky bookshelf again.

This time, the three books hit her head hard.

thump.

dong dong.

One is alone and brave, two come together.

“The same goes for spirit tablets.”

Rose covered her head, carefully moved away from the bookshelf, and cursed Shelley for being a wicked person.

"Because you only want to steal this bronze medal from my study, and I won't hurt you - so, this is the price."

Old Shelley turned his pipe around and tapped it twice in the jar:

"But if you are about to participate in an extremely risky activity..."

The so-called "prophecy of the spirit tablet" is actually not a "warning" but a variant of "repayment".

When the holder activates the spirit tablet, the object itself will unleash its power and show the "color of the future" to the holder.

At this point, the holder has two options.

Go on the adventure you have already decided on.

Or stop.

There won't be any problem with the former, but choosing the latter will be a big trouble.

Once you discover the "danger" and choose to retreat, the "influence" caused by the prophecy will return to the fate of the holder with the same disaster - sometimes, that is more terrible than facing the danger head-on.

simply put.

When a second-ring master was about to assassinate an eighth-ring master and asked about the spirit tablet in advance...

No matter what color and choice.

He is dead.

Rose rubbed her head and curled her lips: "So, this is why you were injured in the alliance's action even though you had this card?"

Old Shelley nodded.

"I activated it in advance. It's red."

"If I avoid it, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear such a big "impact" - I will most likely die."

Rose rolled up the card with some disdain, flipped her wrist, and flicked it back to the old man.

"Then what's the use of this thing? I don't want it."

Old Shelley frowned, puzzled: "Don't you realize - Oh, Lillian, don't be like this."

He realized what Rose meant.

"We agreed that."

"I can't take anything from the Shelley family anymore..." Rare objects are different from gold pounds, let alone rare objects that can "predict" danger.

Rose stopped laughing and replied softly, "This is beyond the deal between us, sir. It is very difficult for me to repay the Ring Upgrade Ceremony, not to mention a magical item that can help people avoid danger..."

The old man silently rolled up the cards in his hand, pulled out a handkerchief from his collar, and wiped the corners of his eyes with it.

"is it?"

"Lillian?"

"Is that what you think?"

"I thought our relationship was closer than when we first met."

He snorted and coughed twice.

"In fact, this is just my good intention. As 'another target' of the Shelley family and the new heir, you will inevitably encounter some dangers that are difficult to deal with... The qualities you learned from Diamond Anne, shouldn't others also have them?"

"Don't you allow others to be... nice to you?"

James Shelley was 'disappointed'.

This disappointment is more like an insult, like a lady who tiptoes into the bedroom, fragrant with incense, blowing the deafening horn of modesty in her swaying skirt, but hears the varying lengths of suffocating snoring of the sleeping beast.

It's so boring.

Seeing this skinny old man hunching his arms and pretending to be natural, Rose waved her hand and told her it was okay, maybe she could use it in the future, and she could talk to him about it later...

A feeling of regret welled up in my heart.

James always means well.

She is so hurtful.

is not it?
"…if only for a while."

Rose rubbed her lower lip and said unwillingly: "But what else can I do for you...James."

James: Stay away from Roland Collins.

Rose: I don't want it.

(End of this chapter)