The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 629 Ch.628 Shelley's surrender technique (thanks to the silver alliance of the mist in the whispering poem hahaha)
Rose didn't notice a thing.

When a person is constantly and continuously indoctrinated with a certain idea, and it has been engraved into her flesh and bones and seeped into her blood day and night, she will increasingly feel that certain things are 'normal'.

When she first moved into the Shelley family's house, she would even make a scene in front of Tom when there was an extra fish for dinner, telling him that she just had a "mysterious agreement" with James and she didn't need to be treated like a real heir.

of course.

No matter how much she quarreled or made a fuss, Tom remained the same.

Dinner is a delicious way to keep all the boots in Shandel's closet looking brand new every day.

After a few days like this, Rose gradually accepted it.

then.

It’s all about dressing.

She was not happy to wear those expensive jewels around her neck.

Gemstones of various colors, pearl balls, hand-carved necklaces from famous craftsmen—

As usual.

As usual.

Then, she got used to it.

Such 'tricks' were provided exclusively by James Shelley, who knew too well how to 'subdue' Lillian Rose Vansittart.

Better enjoyment, better enjoyment...and still better enjoyment.

Oh.

And away from Roland Collins.

Over time.

Habits are more honest than the heart.

He wanted to make Rose an 'expensive' woman (whether she was a lady or not was another matter), he wanted Rose to take these gorgeous dresses and jewelry for granted, and the slightest movement of her hands and feet was what a poor person would pursue for half his life -

He was not training a noble lady, but a girl who dared to whip and control money, an heir to a wealthy merchant whose blood was not noble and who did not want hypocrisy and respectability.

Simultaneously.

What Rose has done these days also proves one thing.

Money was not what she desired.

This is good.

Because for Shelley, money was readily available.

If wealth is her "greed", this child will never go far.

Obviously not.

"I have to say that this is not a wise move on your part."

After Rose left, Old Tom slowly walked into the house and restored the messy scene to its original state.

When he found out his master had given Rose something, the expression on his face summed it up like this: You're crazy.

"Then why don't you serve your crazy master a cup of hot tea."

Tom sighed, but his hands remained nimble.

"You shouldn't do this, my lord. She is just a child, a ritualist who has not yet entered a high level. What danger could she encounter? You know exactly how powerful that card is, and how rare prophetic items are..."

I wonder if every housekeeper is a gossip.

Anyway, James has been listening to it for decades.

"She's my daughter, Tom."

The old butler pursed his lips, thinking that it was not certain.

But in the end…

He just bent over.

What else could he say.

"The alliance has been restless lately," Old Shelley obviously didn't want to dwell on this topic any more. Speaking of private alliances, there were a lot of boring shits: "Jeffrey is looking for a ritualist in the 'prophecy' - since Helen Hawkins died on King Island, he has been like a madman all day, muttering about the 'great cause' and irrelevant 'prophecies'..."

"I think he's about to invest in a cult."

James pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke, his face full of fatigue.

Tom just listened quietly on the side.

As James spoke, he lifted his hips, took down the glass jar from the second shelf of the bookshelf and unscrewed it.

A heavy, creamy smell escaped from the jar.

"Do you think it's true?" He changed to a short straight billiard bowl, stuffed it with tobacco and lit it.

"…Salted cheese is pretty good too, why doesn't she like it?"

The old butler sighed: "Sir, you'd better not get involved in the affairs of the alliance. This injury..."

If the condition gets worse, I'm afraid I won't survive.

James Shelley knew what the butler meant. He chewed the cigarette holder in his mouth, and smoked a bunch of cigarettes from time to time: "Unless you tell him to stop bothering me. Geoffrey, my dear old brother. He has been obsessed with the 'next greater investment' all his life - I can't extinguish his flame."

"Do you think I can stay out of this?"

James Shelley is a high-level ritualist in the alliance and occupies a very important position.

Even if he was injured or fell, his words still worked most of the time.

"Jeffrey needs my support."

He muttered, white smoke coming out of the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

"That's good too. Let those old bastards owe me some favors. When Lillian joins..."

"The neutrality of the Private Alliance is not truly 'neutral'. Especially after Jeffrey got a 'prophecy' from somewhere... He firmly believes that the ritualist who embarks on that 'beginningless' road will become the key to opening the next new era."

The old man said maliciously: "I really hope that he was trapped by those scammers of the Mithril Church..."

Tom listened silently, and suddenly said: "William will be back soon."

He asked tentatively:
"Should we let him go find 'that thing'? Or..."

Or just forget it?

The old housekeeper wanted to know whether his master was still pursuing the "truth" - let alone James Shelley, during the days he spent with Rose, even someone like him fell in love with that girl who was always making trouble...

Shelley, is there still a need for the so-called truth?
It is impossible for the master to have any descendants. Even if he knew the answer, what difference would the result make?
Leave all the industries to private alliances?

A cold silence fell in the room.

…………

……

"Look! Have you seen it?"

"This is a magical item that can predict danger!"

"You didn't, right?"

Someone with a smug look on his face was walking back and forth in front of the gray-haired girl wrapped in bandages, holding a card.

She wanted to show off the rare item she had obtained, and had long forgotten how she had "rejected" it before - Shandel was no longer surprised by Rose's behavior of "I want to compete with you no matter what you do".

should say.

The animals, who had spent half the year having fun and the other half enjoying the sunshine, could not do much that surprised her.

The girl on the bed gathered her gray hair that hung down on her chest and smiled at her faintly: "You have a good 'father', Miss Vansittart."

Rose raised her eyebrows: "Of course."

Shandel shook his head slightly, thinking that he had not made himself clear: "I mean, you have a good 'father', Miss Vansittart."

Rose paused, glanced at Halida, and winked at her: "What does she mean?"

Halida: '…Why is Miss Rose looking at me?'

"Good 'father', dear 'father', Miss Vansittart. Haven't you heard of it?" The sickly girl took the pillow handed by Halida, but held it in her arms, her eyes were strange: "I have seen many..."

"They, and their 'adopted son'..."

"Those kids have a hard time, may the Father of All Things bless you... Oh, you don't know? They often face the faucet, and their lives are hard... just to train their throats..."

The more Shandel spoke, the sadder he became.

"Poor kids... do they really love?"

The compassionate candidate for saintliness does not only have mercy on the poor children who have no shoes to wear.

She also sympathizes with children who have been abused or are allergic to caviar.

"Vansittart, if you needed something rare, why didn't you tell me? Why did you have to give me—"

"Fuck...let me go! Halida! I'm going to break another bone of hers!! Let me go!!"

Bang!
A balled gold coin grazed Shandel's cheek like a bullet, breaking a strand of the girl's gray hair.

It broke through the soft wall and embedded itself deeply into it.

Shandel tilted his head, seemingly not surprised at all by this lightning-fast attack, and swept his fingers across his ruined gray hair: "It seems that you have paid more than I thought..."

(End of this chapter)