The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 635 Ch.634 A small piece of paper with hidden things

The commission of "finding someone" was insignificant to Shelley - for the sake of the last name "Burns", it was nothing for James Shelley to agree.

But he thought about what Rose had been talking about with Tom recently, and after much thought, he decided to leave this little game, which was not dangerous, to Rose.

He apologized and left the table temporarily.

So, the location of the conversation changed from the study to Rose's reception room.

Rose was tired of hearing about the weather. Moreover, for some reason, she always had an inexplicable liking for this lady. As soon as the conversation started, she couldn't wait to ask about the details, focusing on the center of the whole incident: the silver spindle.

"...I don't know, Miss Shelley. Maybe their intentions are good, maybe they have their own ideas - but I think that no matter what, you shouldn't destroy a life...especially your loved one, don't you agree?"

Burns understood the concept of the "Silver Spindle" the night they visited.

She may or may not agree with the so-called "freedom" and "liberation" - but no matter what, she cannot accept using "killing" as a way to achieve the goal.

That's a crime.

"The silver spindle is not a real silver spindle... Well, let me put it this way, there should be many silver spindles."

Rose pinched the handle of the cup, raised her little finger, steadied her shoulders, and took a sip: "I have heard of this organization before. Logically speaking, it should have been destroyed long ago."

Burns was visibly uneasy, but he tried to remain calm: "You mean... more dangerous cultists?"

She lowered her lips, looking worried, and the silver spoon stirred faster and faster with the rotation of her wrist.

A vortex formed in the teacup.

Most of Roland's news was shared with Rose and Shandel. As the founder of the Silver Spindle, the dangerous woman locked in the basement was unlikely to leave the monastery - without a leader, would the gang cease to exist?

Maybe it disappeared completely, or maybe it broke into various small organizations.

Rose believed that this new "Silver Spindle" was either fabricated for evil purposes, just like the Silver Spindle that Madeline Terry had previously "claimed" to be, or it was a member of the "Silver Spindle" who had ambitiously carved out a new throne for himself.

It doesn't matter which one.

The important thing is, she has new fun.

"Mrs. Field, let's talk."

There was a glint in Rose's eyes.

"London is a big city..."

…………

……

Burns did inherit from her second husband—an inheritance that concerned the mysterious side.

But most of it is 'lost'.

While investigating the deaths of three husbands, detectives from the Inspectorate repeatedly plowed through the old homes of Burns and Field: anything of any value was 'coincidentally lost' after they left.

The Supervisory Bureau flatly denied it.

They had good reason: Rosalind Herbert Burns Field was no ritualist.

"If you are not the ritualist, how can you know whether the ritualist's things will disappear by themselves? Do you know every item and every ritual you inherited? I think you put it somewhere and forgot about it, or you should check the servants' hands and feet."

At that time, there were indeed people who were willing to speak up for Ms. Burns, but regarding "this matter", they only privately advised her not to pursue it too much.

——Are you planning to ask the Supervisory Bureau to return it?
——Let them admit that they stole something?

"If you don't want gold pounds, there's not much I can give you." Burns lowered his eyelashes and began to bargain.

She certainly knew that the wealth left by her second husband was more valuable than gold pounds.

Rose, on the other hand, made only one request.

"I want a ritual that will make the body portable."

"…What did you say?" Burns was stunned: "Corpse? Carry?"

Rose raised an eyebrow: "Do you need me to explain?"

"No, I don't know if he left anything like this..." The woman shook her head: "Although I don't understand it, all the "rituals" were 'lost' by the detectives of the Supervisory Bureau."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked thoughtful.

"But it seems that there is something that can meet your requirements..." She raised her hand around her neck, paused for a moment, and took off the pearl necklace.

Pick up the metal tag hanging in the center.

——After a relative or friend passes away, most people will put some of the deceased's relics in a necklace, or make a ring or bookmark with their hair.

Open the tag.

Inside was indeed a thumb-sized portrait of a man.

The details have been blurred by the blue ink, and all that can be seen is that it is a bearded man.

Along with the portrait, there is also a "ball of paper" that has been folded several times.

“…This is what he left behind.”

Burns picked up the paper ball, and a sense of loss spread in his eyes: "I don't know what this is. I just remember that it was hidden in a wooden box - blank paper hidden in a wooden box... This is illogical, right?"

she sighed.

If the use of this thing had been discovered earlier, perhaps my husband's belongings wouldn't have been lost so much...

"I asked someone to try it. You call it a 'strange thing'."

The lady with nostalgic eyes unfolded the white paper fold by fold.

What appeared before Rose's eyes was a piece of drawing paper without any creases and with a spoon imprinted on the corner - it was irregular, as if a corner had been sloppily torn, and if you looked closely you could see rough edges.

"Excuse me," Burns stared at Rose, "Are you...from over there?"

"of course."

"Well, let's try it," Burns said something strange: "The secret word is tulip."

Rose was puzzled.

He looked at her, then at the piece of paper, took it and rubbed it back and forth in his hands.

"…tulip?"

She whispered tentatively.

As the invisible stream flowed in, Rose suddenly found that the spoon on the paper became more "realistic" - it slowly emerged from the paper, squeezed out, and the heavy silver spoon rolled into the folds of her skirt.

Then, Rose picked it up again and looked at it over and over again.

The room was silent.

An elongated face was reflected at the bottom of the spoon.

A real spoon.

"I felt it was magical, too, Miss Shelley. If we had discovered it earlier, perhaps we wouldn't have lost the legacy he left behind..." Burns believed that no matter how many times he witnessed this moment, it would feel as magical as the first time.

"It is really enviable that you have such qualifications."

The look she gave Rose was filled with a bit of jealousy, but more of helplessness.

She told Rose that this was a piece of paper that could "hide things", which was what the ritualists called a "magic object" - as long as they recited the set "spell", they could take out the items "pressed" in the paper.

At the same time, the holder can also reset a new password.

It can be discarded, but anyone who does not know the secret code will never be able to retrieve the item hidden inside.

"…This is very valuable, Mrs. Field."

Rose confessed.

He held the paper tightly in his hand.

——Of course she knew how much help this rare item could provide to Halida, and even to the future "Tea Party" operations.

From now on, it belongs to her.

"I can't accept such a valuable item, ma'am. This deal is unfair to you," Rose said righteously, holding the paper in her hand. "I can't accept it."

(End of this chapter)