The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 675 Ch.674 Country People's Troubles
Those who can join the "Beheading Club" may not all be smart, but at least there are no stupid people.

——Whether they are the ritualists of the "Alliance" or those invited by the ritualists.

Because this club is one of the few legal places where people can freely trade strange objects, rituals, secular industries, and even exchange "not very legal" items.

No one would get involved in such a troublesome incident just for two rare items.

The invisible art is not terrible. An ignorant son of an old country father obtained an unknown ritual and was even more "lucky" to successfully activate it - similarly, this will not stop the powerful ritualist.

As mentioned before.

When you start to have money, you have to learn how to stay away from danger.

To these people, the whole thing is not dangerous. What is dangerous is the future - what will happen in the future.

It is a serious crime for a mortal to explore, trade or spread the invisible art without permission, let alone draw a complete ritual, and he succeeded.

Just two oddities.

The Decapitation Club is held every once in a while.

No one dies tomorrow.

They have plenty of time and money, so they can enjoy tobacco, women, fine wine, and all kinds of entertainment, and leisurely search for what is important to them in a happy life - no one, whether mortals or ritualists, is willing to take risks.

Even some of the people in the club who are about to reach the high ring have never really fought for their lives with other ritualists in their lives.

so what?
What is more important than being alive?
This is an invisible technique.

Soon, the fire-seeking hounds of the Holy Cross will arrive...

No one wants to deal with those 'inhuman' monsters.

"May the Daughter of Bustle and Bustle protect you, Mr. Ancher."

Old Anchel forced a smile and returned the greetings politely. After seeing everyone off one by one, he returned his gaze to his seat - the only young man who was still relatively "calm".

"I knew it would be like this..."

The bearded man sighed.

"He warned me. It's a troubling thing, isn't it?"

He was talking to himself, but also to the young man in front of him - he had a pair of unforgettable golden eyes and long black satin hair.

Anchel found it difficult to describe the man's appearance using her already limited vocabulary.

Even though he did feel a desire to brag.

I have never in my life felt such a strong urge to compliment a man...especially his appearance.

"Your courage is like your face."

“He is from the countryside.”

"He seems to have not yet learned how to compliment others properly."
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Yes, it's really stupid. After all, you have learned it.

"..."

Perhaps this is the last "hope", old Anchel spoke more cautiously.

He pulled a stool and walked around the round table to get closer to Roland, lowering himself to his feet: "... Would you... Would you like to -"

Roland rubbed his knees and grinned: "My legs are just numb, Mr. Anchel."

Ancher: ...

He has another choice.

I took the holy water back home, and at 10:00 am, I kicked open the door and fought to the death with the evil spirits...

joke.

He had not lived long enough.

"I'm curious, didn't you ask your son?"

"Of course, of course I heard it the second time. When I was sure it was not an illusion, my wife and I drove to a faraway place for a picnic. At that time, I asked..."

The result is.

His son was reluctant to say.

Anchel can guarantee that it is definitely not caused by some mysterious power - he wants to kill his parents, to piss them off and scare them to death, or to glue his lips together and wait for his body to get cold and stink, and then scare the people who raised him to death. "I can't do anything to him, sir."

Anchel began to rub the furry face again.

This reminded Roland a little of the black dog Jack.

Only, his is curlier, like wool.

This one’s…

It’s hard to describe it specifically.

Too obscene.

"He has his own friends and his own circle, and he even learned a lot of knowledge that I don't understand. He often said, don't live on annual rent like me..."

"What can I do with him?"

"If I provoke him, he will never come back. By then, it will be over only when his body is cold and smelly..."

The slightly rough old gentleman was crying like a delicate girl at this moment.

Roland did not quite understand the relationship between him, his wife, and his son - the relationship between parent and child.

'What can I do with him?'

What does this mean?
"It means that he loves his son very much."
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I still don't understand.
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If I had a son and he performed an illegal ceremony without telling me, I would tear his head off.

"What if it's a daughter?"
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Daughter...what's wrong? -
My daughter has no brain?

"..."

"Pamper me, Roland. Do you understand what I mean by pamper me?"
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If I had dared to be like those kids when I was a kid and steal Brenda's socks and...
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Yam would probably hang me up.

"I thought she was going to say, 'Isn't mommy's—'"
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You'd better not let me use the most vulgar words to scold you.

"All right."

"It's normal, isn't it? Just like Randolph to Beatrice."
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You mean, Mr. Ancher's son also has some 'little problems'?
"..."

"You win this time."
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Fifteen to one.

“I don’t remember ever losing that many times.”
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Who can remember how many times they have lost?

"I can."

"Especially to you."
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Ok…
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So, fourteen to one?

"I knew you were talking nonsense!"

……

"So, your son is not willing to tell you what happened."

"...He is a sensible child, sir. I think there must be something that bewitched him...that thing that played the piano at night..." Anchel gritted his teeth: "Maybe he is afraid that if he tells it out, that thing will harm us...harm his father and mother..."

"I'm afraid you're overthinking it."

"You did not intend to seek help at Holy Cross, clearly knowing that this was against the law."

"No, sir, I didn't know at first," old Anchel shook his head: "My father and I have always been in Basildon. He returned to heaven, and I lived with my wife - then, we had children and grew older day by day..."

"Don't talk about this mysterious world, sir. I rarely even set foot in London, and I don't have much enthusiasm. If my friend hadn't reminded me, I'm afraid I would really go to the Holy Cross to seek a rope for hanging with a crime that is enough to kill people."

Ancher has a good friend.

He was right.

Once the court knew about the case, no matter what the reason, John Ancher would be in big trouble.

Roland lowered his eyes and pondered, his sight just happening to fall on the pair of beautiful scimitars.

Anchel was really anxious, his voice was hoarse and urgent: "Sir! I beg you to help me! Even if it costs more! My friend said that once this trouble spreads, the 'Fire Hounds' will come to the door soon - although I have never dealt with those people in black uniforms..."

"But I've seen and raised hounds before!"

"For the sake of our belonging to the same 'alliance' and the same club, I beg you...even...even if you can show me a path with a glimmer of hope - don't let me fall into the mouth of those wild dogs...Sir..."

"Perhaps I can still repay you..."

(End of this chapter)