The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 671: Love and Scimitar
Tom Linus.

This person is very interesting.

He "warned" Rose, and after the divination was over, he reminded the two not to easily trust the ritualists of the "Destiny" Road in other places - and not to let unidentified people do divination for them at will.

"Every fortune teller is not simple. If you cannot confirm the other party's identity, you must be credible..."

Linus clicked his silver rings, and with his other hand he produced a glass of red wine from somewhere, shook it gracefully, and raised the glass to the two of them.

“I think no one wants to be read about the past and the future.”

Roland was a little surprised after hearing this: "Can "fate" do this?"

"Unless they can be free from divination and prophecy, otherwise..." Linus shrugged: "Who knows? This group is not very likable."

Rose squinted: "I have found out, Mr. Linus."

His inherent nobility made it difficult for him to get angry at an ignorant young girl. He simply bowed slightly and politely refused Rose's further questions.

"The notes of our lives are intertwined. I hope that when we meet again in the future, I can still see your smile as you do today."

When the two left, the round table divination came to an end.

The gray-haired and gray-eyed man rejected the next guest, shook the container in his hand, stood up and looked around the quiet hall.

'Crack, crack, crack...'

"Da da da..."

'The people who step onto the stage cannot hear the roar of the tide of the times...'

He drank the red wine in one gulp, and amidst the surprised or contemptuous looks, he waved his hands like a conductor and hummed a strange and precarious tune.

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"Should I not lie?"

"I knew you were going to ask."

Leaving the fortune-telling table, Rose was obviously worried about the 'lie'.

She was not worried about the danger, but she was afraid of the source of the danger.

"I don't know, Roland. I really don't know how I would face it if James and old Tom found out the 'truth' one day - they can't be any nicer to me, Roland, you know? Just like your uncle treats you."

The more round tables around could no longer arouse the interest of the listless girl.

"Like my uncle treats me?" Roland blinked. "It seems they don't treat you well either."

Rose couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and gently bumped him with her shoulder: "I'm feeling bad, sir, shouldn't you comfort me now?"

“You remind me of something Randolph used to say,” Roland said, as he looked at each table, looking for something interesting that wasn’t on the auction block. “He said, ‘Roland, do you know what’s holding people back from becoming wealthy?’ ”

"'It's conscience' - he 'pollutes' me like this every day."

Rose rolled her eyes. "That's true, Mr. Randolph Taylor. If you can be rich without a conscience..."

The voice paused slightly.

It is indeed possible to be rich without a conscience.

At least during her time with the Elephant Gang, Rose felt deeply that this statement was true - as long as she wanted to, she could.

"Stop interacting with those people who always drink swan blood and have no morals."

Roland turned his head and looked at her in surprise. As a princess of the Shelley family, how could she say such a thing? "Randolph is often not at home, Rose. When I go home, I only visit Beatrice - Beatrice Taylor, his sister. Haven't you met her several times?"

Do you think the person I told you not to contact was really Randolph?

Rose pouted.

She will never forget that 'fool' - she is also a human being, but the only thing she can do when she walks is to swing her skirt and hair.

How could there be anything else?

"She's growing up, Rose. I think if she waits for a miracle, she'll be no different from us."

Still big? It's big enough.

Rose didn't hate that innocent and lovely girl as much as she hated Shandel, but there was an indescribable vigilance about her - perhaps it was the 'thief's intuition' that saved her countless times. Rose always felt that the girl who was always straightforward and never lied...

Not as 'well behaved and innocent' as it looks.

Maybe she thought too badly of people.

"With just the Tongue of an Echidna, you'll be able to reach the third ring soon, right?"

Roland hummed: "Where are the three rings of the Secret Scroll?"

"A thief," Rose curled her lips, "More gold, or more rare treasures - my 'flame' is not as strong as yours, and it may take a few years to reach the third ring..."

But there is one thing about her that makes her "easier" than Roland.

She didn't need to look around for her own ascension ceremony.

The existence of James Shelley meant that, at least before Gao Huan, she didn't have to worry about the ceremony - but Roland was different.

After the third ring, every ring after that will be troublesome.

"I asked James... I didn't ask directly, of course. I'm not really stupid," Rose crossed her arms and muttered, "Your ring-raising ceremony seems to be a 'taboo' in the alliance - at least the leader, Jeffrey Banks, believes in it..."

"All the ring-raising ceremonies related to "Fantasy" on Golden Island have been taken away."

Rose said.

"If you don't intend to throw yourself into the trap and face that old man head-on, you have to find a solution from somewhere else."

Roland sighed: "That will be hard work for you."

Rose: ?
"What does this have to do with us?"

Roland stared: "Respect your own God, follower Rose."

"I——" Rose's eyes widened: "You——"

I tried my best to talk to her, but she still couldn't find the person who spread the rumor many days ago and beat him to death.

The evil she and Shandel had done.

"Wrench said we were a 'mutual help group' - the premise is that I should be the first one to be helped, right?"

Rose glanced at him. "I understand the logic, but who is 'Wrench'? Your new lover?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"My only partner that I can see has been helping me since I was in Fork County."

Rose said "Oh" and understood his strange fantasies.

The two of them chatted as they walked around, with a relaxing feeling similar to that of a couple going shopping together - this side hall not only sold items needed by those performing rituals, but also items that were popular with ordinary people.

For example, the secret recipes for "virility" that have been mentioned countless times and mentioned again and again, which are of interest to humans in all eras, and some fake things that can increase people's "charm" but are actually not rituals at all -

Rose took a fancy to the prescription that a lady displayed.

She said that mixing the herbal juices from it with water for washing feet can make them softer than milk.

"Men need to love to death."

The woman with light pockmarks on her cheeks said this to Rose, but her eyes were fixed on Roland.

——In order to avoid becoming the man who was "loved to death" in the topic, Roland took a detour and went to another road.

suddenly.

Two scimitars caught his attention.

A round table with many people gathered around it.

On the wooden wedge-shaped knife rack, two silver scimitars that were slightly flatter than the crescent moon were placed horizontally and staggered.

(End of this chapter)