The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 891 Ch.890 Reasons

"Before my father fell into a coma, he told me..."

The little prince hesitated to speak.

He obviously knew some secrets. He hesitated and looked at Roland for a moment. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he spoke: "The evil cultists have colluded with the foreigners and spread poison and disaster in our dynasty. Those who live in strange places will be treated as merchants, and those who live in evil places will be treated as sacrifices..."

This conspiracy started a long time ago.

A ritualist of the Black Urn hopes to complete his ritual through the creatures of this land, so as to ascend to "immortality". On the Empire side, the Queen is also happy to appear as the "savior" to save a land riddled with holes...

Maybe not salvation.

It's just that the Empire's dictionary has been revised, and the definition of "salvation" is too vague.

"Ring raising ceremony."

Roland said calmly.

There is no need for further explanation for the higher-ups of the church who have learned for some time.

only…

Immortal?
"The ritualist who killed your father is in the palace? A Nine-ringed? How could you escape from under the Nine-ringed's nose?"

Roland stared at the little prince with interest, and the boy looked at by those golden eyes became more and more uncomfortable. He hid behind Zhang Yucai, but suddenly felt that this behavior did not match that of a wise ruler, so he endured the fear and nailed to the chair.

“…I don’t know what level of magic he has.”

The boy answered softly.

"The evil man is elusive... In just half a year, my brothers became sick or died, and even my father couldn't get up from his sleep, his body was festering... Only my uncle was in charge of the government..."

He heard from his father that the evil man of the filthy sect possessed great power and no one could stop him.

Within half a year, all the available sorcerers in the court were corrupt.

Feng Rusong frowned: "Then the sacrifice..."

Zhang Yucai glanced at the prince, then lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The so-called ring-raising ceremony is nothing more than ointment.

The so-called perfumed ointment is nothing more than opium.

and so.

The people who were infected with the ointment.

It's a sacrifice.

"What bullshit is that!" Feng Hu slammed the table and stood up, glaring at Zhang Yucai: "Do you know how many people have been infected with the opium paste? One hundred thousand? Or a million? It's better to fight that thief than to save your life!!"

You can hear a pin drop in the room.

After Zhang Yucai heard this "choice", he had the same reaction as Feng Hu.

But there is no point in getting angry.

It was like the problem that stood before everyone: a Nine-Rings Master was hiding in the palace, and almost no one could fight against him.

Let him complete the ascension ceremony and ascend at the cost of tens or millions of lives - and once he becomes an 'immortal', he can no longer walk in the waking world.

This can be considered as another form of "expulsion".

Thereafter.

Only the "imperial uncle" could not stop the advance. The White Lotus Sect, Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji protected the prince from assassination, and waited for the army to advance...

This is the orthodox royal bloodline.

"Fight... Feng Hu, do you know how to fight and where to fight?" Zhang Yucai's eyes were cold: "If it weren't for the smoke paste, the sacrifice would not be successful. What do you do now? Send letters to various places to kill millions of people? The emperor is being assassinated, where are you going, brother?"

Feng Hu sneered: "According to what you said, we'll just wait? If he doesn't offer sacrifices for one day, we'll wait for one day; if he doesn't offer sacrifices for ten days, we'll wait for ten days - if he's still here for a hundred years, I'll have to hope that his descendants will do well."

The prince coughed twice and looked at Feng Hu, his eyes full of angry pleading.

A ritual that is destined to be completed, who can stop it?

Nine rings.

The land was filled with people infected with tobacco paste.

How to stop it?

With the knife or with the mouth?
The boy supported Zhang Yucai and pressed his shoulders.

She turned around and took out a jade necklace from around her neck.

There is a small glass bottle hanging from the necklace.

Inside is an emerald green 'pill'.

"I am ashamed to present you with your treasure..."

The little prince untied the pendant and held the glass bottle in his palm.

"This thing is called 'Evergreen Immortal', and it will take root in the ground."

Emerald beans.

Half a year ago, Zhang Yucai presented two seeds named "Evergreen" to the Holy Emperor - and it was because of these seeds that the root of all the disasters that followed was planted...

And the way to salvation. "As expected."

"I just feel like something is wrong... The Nine-Ring Ceremony of Plague doesn't require sacrificing so many lives..."

"It seems the problem still lies with this thing."

"Evergreen... Immortal?"

Roland murmured.

"That's right," the little prince said with a fixed gaze, "Its original form is a fairy tree, planted in the back garden of the Second Palace. The other one is hidden in my father's secret box. This time, the chaos is..."

He secretly brought it out.

"Immortal..." Feng Rushong understood what "immortal" meant better than Roland.

This is not a 'magic weapon'.

It is alive.

According to the little prince, his father had told him when he woke up briefly: the 'fairy tree' did not have 'emotions' and 'good and evil' like humans. To some extent, it could satisfy any 'wish' of anyone - as long as it could give something that made the other party 'interested'.

That is the cost.

The real way to expel the filthy sorcerer lies in this thing - if they "help him" complete the sacrifice and upgrade the ring, it is equivalent to driving him away from this land.

Although this approach may seem a bit spineless, it is the only way.

When times change, waves of foreigners come across the sea...

Western sorcerers, merchants, evil cultists, chaotic government, starving people everywhere - even the little prince who has been in the palace for a long time can imagine what the end of this world will be.

By then, the country will no longer be a country.

and so…

There is no other way.

They could only hold their noses and complete the ritual for the cultist, sending him away from the waking world. By then, without the Nine Rings, all problems would be solved.

and.

be quick.

The sooner the better.

"Even if we sign that treaty..."

The little prince slowly stood up, as if remembering the death of his father and brothers, the land howling because of the ointment, his heart was filled with sorrow, and he couldn't help sobbing and shedding hot tears:

"My ambition is to do as Mr. Feng said. When I am stuck in the mud, I will be ashamed and then stand up. When I am inspired by wisdom and courage, I will reach the peak again..."

then.

Bow deeply.

This is a ladder that is within easy reach.

A ladder that can satisfy the dreams of the ambitious, the insatiable desires of the greedy, and the passion of the brave.

A ladder worth kneeling on.

Feng Rushong's expression suddenly changed.

In just a few breaths, all escape routes were cut off by the prince's words and actions. It was like a cliff thousands of feet high, making people shudder at the sight of it.

He no longer hesitated, pulled his brother and knelt down immediately.

"I am willing to be the pioneer."

Roland held his chin and looked at the "Conversation between the Emperor and His Ministers" with his head tilted.
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The fate of tens of millions of lives was decided by these few words.

"I never realized how much Holy Flame talent you have."
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Maybe... I'm a little homesick?
"When you left, you only left a letter for Yam Jones... I really want to know what happened to you when you returned."
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You will be blocked then.

"You are not a human being."
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There is no one in this room.

…………

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Midnight is like every midnight.

But there was a lingering smell of blood in the wind.

Tuji was placed in a house next to Christine's to recuperate, and taken care of by this woman who volunteered to do something. Zhang Yucai only went there once, saw that the man was sleeping, thanked Christine, and left in a hurry.

He wandered in the woods behind the village for half an hour, waiting for a girl who had come as promised...

"Master Zhang."

"orchid--"

"The young lady has died in London."

The woman standing quietly under the locust tree interrupted coldly, her face becoming increasingly blurred under the dim moonlight.

The shadow slowly lengthened and fell at Zhang Yucai's feet.

The man and woman looked at each other in silence.

(End of this chapter)