The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 854: Miraculous Fruit

all in all.

The men in white robes dug for the entire morning.

Obviously.

They didn't know who had built this long, deep tomb, which was more solid than the fat on their mother's belly. The two "Swords of Judgment" and the alien organs and blood made him an unparalleled master of grave digging.

In addition, Roland has a natural advantage when digging soil: I hope the soil will become as soft as cotton.

then.

Women who wanted to watch the fun would bring their children and follow their mother ant like an ant colony, standing, squatting or leaning against a nearby tree, eating melon seeds, wild fruits or roasted leaves, chatting and chewing while watching the fun.

Look at this group of heroic guards, dressed in spotless white robes and with a strong sense of mystery. They turned into a small army of mud monkeys in just one morning.

They cursed the people in the grave and even more so the people who dug up the grave - of course, they were immediately slapped on the back of the head by their teammates for saying this.

They do the same thing.

It's late afternoon.

at last.

The tomb, which had been widened into a conical funnel, was dug up.

There was no treasure inside, just a lonely coffin.

After opening.

It was a rotten corpse with a foul odor and not yet eaten completely.

There were some gold, silver, jewelry and jade in the coffin.

The corpse was wearing clothes with exquisite embroidery.

Unremarkable.

Like most wealthy businessmen's coffins.

Not even as luxurious as them.

The leader found a letter in the chest of the female corpse, which made him feel like he had found a treasure.

He pinched it out tremblingly, wiped it clean, and tore open the seal while enduring the stench.

After unfolding it, the thin paper was covered with beautiful small words.

This is a letter mourning the deceased, remembering the trivialities of her life, and praying to the gods and Buddhas: the writer is willing to give half of his life in exchange for a smooth life in the next life for the woman in the coffin.

The rest of the small characters record life and memories.

The man in white robe became angrier and angrier as he watched.

This meant that they had worked for nothing all morning.

The leader will not keep his anger to himself, he has to find an outlet.

"What did you tell me?"

The woman was so frightened that she even forgot to wipe the melon seed shells from the corners of her mouth: "Sir... I... I did see them sneaking around -"

But then I heard the sound of the scabbard making a soft sound.

A severed hand spun and fell into the mud.

The woman looked at the blood-stained white robe, then lowered her head to look at her severed palm. It took her two seconds to react.

She screamed and fell to the ground, hugging her arms and rolling on the ground like a dying flea.

The women around him scattered away, and then gathered around him at the sound of the white-robed man's light voice.

"Bury this coffin back before dusk."

He looked down at the wailing woman at his feet, shook his robe, raised his boots and stepped over her.

"It's fine to kill these foreign dogs, but we can't damage the reputation of you and the court."

The women nodded in agreement, and only after they had walked away did they rush forward, trying to block the broken arm that was bleeding and hold down the woman who was rolling on the ground.

There was a boy who stood on tiptoe and insisted on looking inside, but was forcibly pulled back into his mother's arms.

He asked quietly:

"…Master, you are not afraid of foreigners, so why do you want us to put the coffin back?"

The woman said casually: "I'm not afraid, but there's no need to offend them."

Boys don't understand the rules of the adult world.

In the eyes of children, who follow the law of survival of the fittest, not offending and fear are two completely different things. "He is still afraid!"

The woman turned around in horror and covered the boy's mouth.

…………

……

Apart from chopping off the hands of the talkative woman, this group of guards did not "torture" the people too much - for example, asking them to do those dirty things that only foreigners and government troops could do.

They seemed to be still immersed in the stupid grave-digging operation that morning, and those who showed half of their faces were full of regret and impatience.

Several village women bravely stepped forward to talk to them, asking about the whereabouts of their husbands: the paper scroll, which was not a "magic" at all, was stolen from the manor by a man, but he did not expect that it would bring disaster to the village.

"You can comfort yourself."

One of the men in white robes, a younger man, spoke.

The fate of the men in this village is no secret, so there is no harm in telling them.

"You think they shouldn't die? If he took the scroll containing the witchcraft and didn't report it, I would consider him stupid. But it would be a different story if he asked about the selling price."

Someone offered thirty pounds for a paper scroll.

Is the paper gold? Is the shaft gold?
I think they had guessed it in their minds, but they still insisted on their own way. In order to show their strength, they even pulled half of the men in the village to surround the merchant - in the end, they took more than 90 pounds out of the other party's pocket.

If converted into silver dollars, this money would be enough for the entire village to live for seven or eight years.

In fact, women already knew the outcome, but they were just unwilling to accept it.

“…The businessman volunteered.”

She whispered a retort.

The young man in white robes was not as cold as the leader. He even laughed a few times and joked, "If it weren't for the magic, you wouldn't have made it public. You, you, and your men would have been arrested and thrown into prison by the government troops called by the foreigners..."

The businessman was no fool either.

Ninety pounds can buy something related to the 'mystery'... whether it is a broken ritual, or some knowledge about the world of sleep...

It is not much bigger than a palm, and if you take it back to London, you can at least multiply its value five times.

He might not even be willing to sell it.

If you're lucky, it's an invisible technique or a complete ritual...

He was 'blackmailed' for ninety pounds 'unwillingly', but only he knew how happy he was.

"He's a businessman who often travels this route and is in a hurry to return. If his gang kills people without blinking an eye..."

The man in white robe sneered.

The woman shook her head, thanked him in a low voice, and dared not say anything else.

His son has an idea.

"pirate?"

The boy replied: "The freest man on the sea, right?"

Several people in white robes turned their heads and looked over.

At this point, it's too late to stop it.

The man in white robe made a 'shut up' gesture to the woman, then slowly squatted in front of the boy and lifted his hood, revealing a young face that indeed matched the voice.

"Tell me how pirates are the freest people on the sea."

The boy stared with his big black eyes and stiffened his neck: "Luo Maoer said that pirates are the freest!"

pirate…

The freest?
The man in white robe raised his chin with interest and asked, "Why?"

A boy who has rehearsed too many times in private with his friends will never be stumped by the question.

"Grand Line! Everything in the world is there!"

"Great...route?" The man in white robe smiled, then thought it was just the ignorant words of a child, and turned to the captain who was walking over and shook his head.

Perhaps because his look was really annoying, the boy took a step forward and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear:
"Fruit! There is a fruit on the sea that can turn a person into fire if eaten!"

The smile on the white-robed man's face froze.

When the boy shouted this, the air almost froze.

"The fruit of fire..."

(End of this chapter)