The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 823 Another Ship
"By the command of our great, supreme queen, crowned before the eyes of the gods:

I will ride the monsoon and fate to that ruined place and bring everlasting glory to ignorance. I am——"

Crack.

The rapid hammering knocked the bolt into dust.

Davis shook his thick, straight brown eyebrows, carefully folded the letter several times under the light, and gently put it back into the envelope.

knock knock --

He adjusted his cuffs left and right, and then looked carefully in front of the door mirror to see if his hair and beard met the requirements.

knock knock --

He took a gold pen and put it in his pocket.

knock knock --

After leaving the door mirror for a few seconds, he came back, picked up the comb and started to comb his timid flat hair again.

Until they perfectly modified the imperfections of the skull.

knock knock --

then.

Then he slowly came to the porch.

knock knock --

"Mr. Sean, I had hoped that our first cooperation would have a pleasant start..." The ruddy-faced brown-haired man pulled the bolt and turned the brass handle.

The person knocking on the door almost jumped in.

Davis took a deft half step back.

then.

The man called Sean knelt on the ground with his knees in front of his partner. His long face was wrinkled like a raisin. He didn't care about the pain at this moment, and crawled to his feet while holding the clothes hanger.

"Davis!"

"You finally know my name," the slightly flushed gentleman looked down at him, watching him tremblingly get up, his words full of gloating: "I think you 'predicted' that you would fall, didn't you?"

Sean is different from Davis.

Not only did he have a face as thin and wrinkled as a raisin, his outfit was not as decent as his partner's: a tattered smock and a strange pendant jingling under his neck. His belt was made of snakeskin, but he wore a pair of patchwork pants that were neither too long nor too short.

His dry branch-like fingers were covered with metal or wooden rings, and his short hair was sticking up.

Even cultists wouldn't go out on the streets like this.

"I have something urgent to tell you!"

Sean said as he reached for Davis' hand, but his partner dodged it.

"I think you should be aware of our relationship."

The fat man with vigorous blood stepped back proudly, made a gesture of invitation, then closed the door, walked slowly into the room, and watched the live mouse circling around.

He didn't know what this 'Sean' was all about, but he knew the general nature of this group of people - they were always talking nonsense, talking about 'fate', 'disaster', 'destruction', trying to use these scary words to fool people and turn them into obedient puppets.

Since embarkation——

No.

Before boarding the ship.

Ever since His Majesty introduced them to each other, this sorcerer has gone mad, muttering all kinds of threats all day long - who can he scare?

"By the will of our great, supreme queen, who was crowned under the gaze of the gods, I will become your partner, limited to this journey. As for my future, or yours, I think we each have our own ideas..."

Davis adjusted the angle of his bow tie.

Even on a boat.

In the cabin.

In this grease hell where cockroaches and rats celebrate every day, he has to dress appropriately before meeting people.

Even if it's your partner.

"I'm not talking about the future!" The thin-faced man lowered his voice, and when the other person was distracted, he grabbed his fluffy wrist: "I'm not talking about the future!" He emphasized and repeated it.

"Oh. Now, then."

Davis glanced down at his grabbed arm and turned his wrist awkwardly.

"Your throat isn't on my arm."

Sean couldn't help but get angry: "His Majesty wants you to obey my orders! Davis! Don't forget our purpose..."

That's not a nice thing to say.

as predicted.

The wrist was twisted half a turn and thrown away.

Davis smiled and adjusted his cuffs. "Your Majesty's original words were: cooperate with each other. Mr. Sean, when you cooperate with me, I will cooperate with you. We know each other very well. Don't treat me as one of those cowards who...try to use some prophecy to order me around."

He brushed his sleeves with the back of his hand, and even his nostrils widened a little when he talked about the queen.

"I am under the command of the Supreme Being, Mr. Sean. I am a ritualist and a noble. If you have appropriate, proper and reasonable requests, you may as well talk to me at dinner - I mean, put aside your evil thoughts, and act like a true...even if you imitate a true gentleman, with honesty as the foundation, not lies."

Sean couldn't stand the man's tirade.

He was also well aware of how arrogant these people with titles and secrets were.

He did not give him a chance to talk nonsense, and interrupted almost rudely: "I pray to fate, you have no idea of ​​the power of our path - and this is why I am on this ship. Davis, my partner."

"Let me tell you."

"I 'saw' the disaster."

Davis was stunned at first after hearing what he said, and then he quickly squeezed out two balls of flesh above the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know if you remember what you said when we first met."

Davis wiggled his index finger like the pendulum of a clock in a room.

"You said 'disaster'."

"Afterwards, before we boarded the ship, what did you say?"

"disaster."

"Three days after sailing, what did you say? Disaster, disaster, and disaster."

Davis raised his arm and tapped his partner on the shoulder.

"You scared us all. From the moment you got on board until now, you have been showing off your abilities, using your usual trickery to fool us and elevate your status. I have to say that you did succeed at first..."

As he said this, he sighed again in disappointment.

"But you shouldn't joke about this. Don't you know what we are trying to recover for His Majesty?"

Sean was a little anxious: "Put away your arrogance! Davis! I'm not lying! The disaster is approaching step by step!"

Davis said that was absolutely right, turned around, pulled aside the curtain, and pointed to the calm sea.

"So, where is it?"

Sean didn't know either.

He just realized that an unstoppable and terrible disaster was about to come.

"Listen to me, Davis. You and I must unite and convince the captain to change course—"

"This is impossible."

Davis immediately rejected it.

"Do you know that all our actions have been planned long ago? Just based on your 'feeling', you disrupted all subsequent plans - I don't underestimate your path, Mr. Sean. But you have to at least give me, give us a reason."

"It's not hard to convince me, but how can we convince this ship?"

Davis pulled the corners of his lips downward.

"Once your 'feeling' is wrong, will the Queen punish you, or will she punish me, a noble who believed the words of an ignorant sorcerer, a poet, one of the top 100 painters of the year certified by the Ilet Art Association, and the owner of Semades... By the way, this kid has won the championship for six consecutive months."

(End of this chapter)