The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 665 Ch.664 Talking about Employment
The "Beheading Club" does not have any special symbols, such as a huge cross sculpture.

It was just an ordinary building, with ordinary fences, servants, a doorman, and eunuchs to greet and see off guests.

The visitors all looked like guests attending a banquet, and it was difficult to tell who were the ritualists and who were ordinary people.

Almost every carriage has been modified to be silent, and the passengers are all equally gorgeous and elegant.

When the carriage stopped, Roland got out first and handed Rose over.

The white waves in sight outline ordinary lines in the eyes.

No one here is impolite in releasing their "secrets", and everyone knows the rules.

"So, I'm going to say that I'm your fiancé?"

When Roland took Rose's hand and waited for it to be wrapped around his arm, he suddenly said this out of the blue.

Rose tightened her arms instantly.

“…What did you say?”

Someone stuttered.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then asked from the side: "Halida?"

Rose: "...Don't let me step on your new shoes in front of so many people."

"I mean, what identity should I use? An officer of the Inquisition? Your friend? A business partner, a shareholder of the Fountain of Youth, a guest of James Shelley, or - I have to have a title?"

Rose frowned: "You are my guest. I gave you a place. It's that simple. You don't need to tell anyone about your identity."

"…I see."

Roland looked straight ahead and nodded slightly.

As the queue moved forward and it was their turn, the butler at the door turned his gaze over with a smile.

He took the rectangular card handed to him by Rose, looked down at it, and then carefully asked Roland about his identity using complicated and embellished questions.

"I'm his fiancé."

Roland said.

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The new shoes have two more shoe prints.

Poor shoes.

The toes are less troubled because they will never 'face' such brutality - but they occasionally envy other parts, especially another organ brother, who has always been favored by Friendly Tongue since arriving in London.

They are all parts of Roland, some of them are particularly lucky.

Fate is so unfair.

"Idiot, idiot! Didn't I tell you not to talk nonsense?!"

Even though the angry lady's face turned red with shame, she still maintained her "noble demeanor" well, letting her skirt sway within the range that was not impolite, and following the pace of her male companion, neither exceeding nor lagging behind.

"Did you see the look in his eyes?" Roland wanted to laugh when he thought of the butler's expression just now.

It was as if a warrior who had participated in a hundred fights and won every battle was found with a match head while washing his body.

Uncoordinated surprise.

"If any rumors spread after today, Roland Collins, you won't have new shoes to wear anymore."

The girl kept the smile on her face and gritted her teeth.
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I should say I'm her uncle.

“I don’t think that’s the problem.”

The Beheaded Club is not much different from a regular cocktail party.

In addition to the guests being more polite, some inconspicuous places (the corners of the tablecloth, the handles of the oil lamps, the tableware, and the wine glass holders) are all branded with the logo of the "Private Alliance".

The symbol that means 'infinite greed'.

The entire building had obviously been modified: there were no meaningless servant rooms, guest rooms, or washrooms, and the overall size was cut in half, one half for the auction in front of Roland, and the other half would be used after the auction was over.

For those items that are not eligible for auction or are unwilling to be charged high fees by the alliance, their owners will wait on the other side after the auction ends.

"What's that called?"

Rose asked as she walked away.

"Mole's..."

"Echidna Tongue."

Roland reminded quietly.

He came here just to look for materials.

The ring-raising ceremony now only lacks one item. "Should we use gold pounds, or something else?"

"Mr. Shelley said that most people pay in gold pounds... It also depends on the seller's requirements." Rose gathered her sleeves and led Roland to an empty round table to sit down: "... Some ritualists are short of money, and some mortals can't resist their curiosity..."

But this is only a minority.

Many mortals who come here to participate in the auction, in addition to looking for similar "majestic" rare items like those of the past, will also buy some extraordinary effects, even if the price is high - they will hire ritualists to do it for them.

These people are not reluctant to "lend" or "give" the items they have auctioned to the ritualists they hired.

After all, the cost is paid by the users themselves.

In the eyes of these hired ritualists, they won twice, as they got both money and rare items.

The employers think that for a fee, they can make these fools pay a high and irreversible price to protect themselves - just a little money.

Win twice.

Both sides approve of this approach, and in their hearts they both despise each other's "stupidity".

"It reminds me of Patton."

The Taylor ritualist.

Maybe Randolph also spent a lot of money on him - Patton, and besides Patton, the ritualists he had not met yet.

"There are also many rules for hiring ritualists. I heard from Old Tom..." Rose pulled out a folding fan from her sleeve and quietly unfolded it: "..."Iron Cavalry", "Libra" and "Holy Flame" are the most popular. The next most popular ones are "Secret Scroll" and "Craftsman"..."

There is no need to say much about "Iron Cavalry" and "Holy Flame".

Neither of the two paths has the kind of "unpredictable" power that plays with people's hearts. Their power is more manifested on the material level.

This is the best protector.

The "Libra" of the Church of Justice has the ability to "balance" the forces of the enemy and our own - this is also a good choice.

Next.

"Secret Scroll" is slightly inferior.

Because it requires 'greed' as a qualification.

This will make some people uneasy.

Do you really have to ask every hired ritualist what they really love and make sure they tell the truth?

The same goes for "craftsmen".

This is a path that originates from the Holy Cross.

Rarely hired by less powerful mortals.

The above five roads are the most popular.

Going back, it becomes hard to tell which is better:

The ritualists of the "Great Whirlpool", whether "beasts" or "undying ones", all have a bit of "nature disease" -

If you hire a tree mother, you will have to eat less vegetarian food every day and have to endure their increasing "sympathy".

If we hire the animal fang group, ha, it will be more fun.

Because it is difficult to guarantee that when you are in danger, the hired ritualists will not stand idly by, watch you die indifferently, and then say: This is a natural choice.

They generally have a bad reputation.

Who is left?

The "dry bones" and "lamentations" of the "Lord of the White Crown in the Wasteland"?
If you don't want your home to be filled with ghosts howling all night, or if you find your children starting to "worship death" one day -

So, what about the “Organ” of the “Elite Art Association”?
The qualification required for the "Organ" path is "Pride".

Qualifications that poor people cannot develop.

People who can embark on this path usually don't care about this little money.

At last.

It is the ritualist of the Non-Crown God Path.

In fact, only a few of the 'poor among the rich' would employ these 'inferior' ritualists who had no gods above them and no sects behind them - they were cheap and useful, but also meant risks.

A ritualist of the Ring of Eternal Silence would not kill the person who hired him for a few hundred pounds, then be put on the wanted list and ruin his life.

But it is different for non-sectarian non-crown ritualists.

Most people take risks out of extreme desperation.

What is the first lesson rich people learn?
Stay away from danger.

(End of this chapter)