The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 664 Ch.663 The Headless Club

The "Beheading Club" was founded by a private alliance.

At first, it was just a croquet or poker club similar to those on Regent Street to kill time, and the people welcomed were mostly "unemployed" gentlemen who were close to the alliance.

That is, rich people who don't have to work and can always keep their private lives unclear.

Whether new-style rich people or old-style rich people.

Salons are often held here, with bands hired to play music, so that these young or self-proclaimed young kids can have fun, keep in touch, and discuss whether they can do something else bad together besides the current one.

Later, ritualists gradually joined in.

This is a big change.

Because what the ritualists care about is quite different from what ordinary people care about.

Ever since (it is said) a ritualist talked about a strange object in a salon, claiming that he had obtained a special item that could make a man eternally virile and could also be used by mortals - this elegant and exquisite place became noisier and more lively than a port fish market the next moment.

This is undoubtedly a good start and a standard example.

Soon, with the efforts of all parties, the "Beheaded Club" became an auction club only for members of the "Private Alliance" to participate in. Of course, wine tastings are often held, or activities that satisfy people's various hobbies are held, but...

Overall, it is an auction.

An auction club where mortals and ritualists mix together, and the items auctioned are also all kinds of strange.

Only one thing has not changed, and it has become more strict over time.

——Participants must be members of the "Private Alliance" or be personally recommended by an alliance member.

Roland was not clear about the grading system in the private alliance, but he was afraid that there was also a limit on the number of recommendations - what was particularly interesting was that the "Beheaded Club" would not review the identity of every recommended person.

In other words, each member's recommendation means a lot of gold pounds.

When you are lucky enough to become a member of the "Private Alliance" and obtain the not-so-many recommendation quotas, there will definitely be a large number of mortals who want to obtain and witness the "great power" and come to you with bags of gold scattered along the way.

This can be exchanged for money.

Simultaneously.

You can also give it to a cultist, or someone with ill intentions towards the Alliance, in exchange for a greater benefit - as long as the benefit is worth starting a hopeless escape and sacrificing your own miserable life within a month.

The private alliance approves such behavior and never checks whether the recommended person has any problems with his or her identity: for example, whether he or she is a cultist, a wanted criminal, a spy from another country, etc.

Just like the name of the club: "Decapitation".

This is an incredibly real and sincere self-deprecation by the creator.

'Born by greed, died by greed.'

In the stable and quiet carriage, Rose silently chanted a certain doctrine from the "Secret Scroll".

Her father was James Shelley, so the 'line of guarantee' would be longer.

In other words, if Rose had a child now and grew up to be fifteen or sixteen years old, then James Shelley's guarantee line would be another inch longer - as long as the old gentleman himself still had enough weight, his descendants would have such a right.

not to mention.

The entry status and recommendation quota of a club are not worth mentioning at all.

"Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to climb to the 'gold coin'."

Rose rested her elbows on the table, supporting her cheek, her eyes unfocused.

Ever since she got in the car, she had been staring at Roland absentmindedly, not listening to anything she said to him - sometimes, the eyes and other organs just can't work together.

"Gold coins? Like the 'High Seat' of the blue-blooded nobles?"

Rose: Look.

"So, the next level down should be silver coins?"

Rose: Stare.

"Then copper coins and iron coins?" Rose: Dazed.

"Miss Vansittart."

Roland clapped his hands gently in front of the girl who was having an attack, which made her angry: "Can you please stop talking, Roland?"

Roland:?
"What did you say?"

"I said, don't talk." Rose pushed Roland's shoulder hard, asking him to lean back. Then, she gave him instructions: "Like me, yes, support your chin... look out the window, look, not completely, but slightly to the side... yes, leave your profile to me..."

"Yes...don't move...don't move...don't talk..."

"Today."

"Lillian Rose Vansittart discovered the secrets hidden beneath the mundane world, the truth hidden in the maze that is difficult for mortals to penetrate—"

"'It would be a good thing that Roland Collins was dumb.'"

"then"

"The gears of fate begin to turn..."
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I want to give your gear a good punch.

"Ugh."

"You really don't understand romance."
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Then give your charm a fierce punch.

Roland rolled his eyes.

"I think we have plenty of time to see each other before I die or you go blind." Although he said this, Roland still maintained the posture of leaning his chin on his hand and turning his face sideways, allowing the light behind the glass to branch from his nose, leaving a constantly floating light spot on the side that was particularly favored.

"I didn't look at you..." Rose pouted, "The turquoise hairband that Halida gave you is so beautiful...that's all."

"How do you know I didn't match it myself?"

"You?" Rose sneered. "I doubt you've ever changed your gray headbands. Or, try something retro and buy a wig, Roland."

She said this, but her eyes hardly lingered on the turquoise hair ring.

She knew exactly what she was looking at.

This boy from the country finally became like this pearl-like city, gradually radiating his dazzling luster with the polishing of time.

Having a thoughtful servant makes such a difference.

"I suddenly don't want to take you with me now."

The girl mumbled something without any context.

Her aptitude or desire forced her to become the most greedy businessman. Even though she was like a seal and could not cover the treasure with her inflexible claws, she had to try again and again.

"If you don't want to invite someone, you shouldn't mention this to him." Roland looked at the buildings passing by and said softly, "For example, Shandel."

Rose "specifically" told Shandel that she had invited Roland to a date at the "Beheaded Club" - then, she said that she still had a vacant spot, but forgot to invite her and would have to wait until next time.

It was obviously intentional.

"It would be great if she died of rage," the girl gathered the embellishments on her long skirt, revealing the tips of her two small shoes bumping into each other, "A place in the 'Headless Club' is not cheap. Next time, I'll tell her that I forgot again."

In fact, Shandel Kratov has no shortage of this spot.

Even though the admission fee is high.

For Kratov, maybe it won't cost anything.

Rose herself knew that this would not completely stop Shandel - but she was happy as long as he was angry.

"I'm afraid that little pool of venom won't be angry at all."
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She would just be mad at me.

"I'm really mad at you."
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So no matter how these two young ladies fight, I will definitely be the one who suffers in the end, right?

"Bad luck."
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To shut up.

(End of this chapter)