The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 893 Ch.892 Evergreen
Roland was not very interested in what the little prince said, "even if I die."

He just asked the other party half-doubtfully whether he had heard of the path of the "Thinker".

"The Thinker?"

The boy answered in Spanish, reciting it several times. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head slightly.

"Not yet."

"One of the three paths held by the Holy Cross, a path that values ​​the soul over flesh and blood."

Roland stroked the stone, his voice faint.

"I have dealt with ritualists of this path before. In London. A seventh-ringed 'Meditator'... nearly killed me."

He said.

"A magical path that can infiltrate other people's memories. Little sir, do you know that when you reach the eighth ring, the "Thinker" will face a major decision - perhaps, a major decision that should have been considered before the seventh ring, the sixth ring... or even before embarking on this path."

Without waiting for the little prince to respond, Roland suddenly turned around and looked at him.

A wooden face was reflected in the honey-colored lake.

"That is…"

"Choose a blood relative suitable for 'parasitism'."

The two stared at each other in silence until the boy showed just the right amount of shock on his face: "...Eternal Life?"

"Only one time."

Roland shrugged.

"But when you reach the eighth ring, you will naturally be closer to 'immortality' than ordinary people... Does this path sound good?" He put the stone in the boy's hand.

A stone kneaded into dough.

The edges are gone.

"Enduring the decay of the flesh, one must also be vigilant against the enemies in the shadows. Believe me, Your Highness. Once a ritualist reaches the eighth ring, there will definitely be no enemies."

The prince turned the stone in his hand over and over, not knowing what to do.

Two people looked at the half moon.

That’s all for this topic.

"Will I succeed, sir?"

the boy suddenly asked.

"That depends on what you consider 'success' - foreigners? Warlocks of the cult? Restoring the country? Driving the smoke paste out of this land completely? Or... something else?"

Roland's questions were getting harder and harder to answer.

The little prince was suddenly a little discouraged.

He hugged his knees, wrapped his hands around his legs, and muttered, "Earlier, I just wanted to make my father happy, thinking that everything was what I was born to deserve..."

But now.

The mountains and rivers are broken.

The pressure from "heavenly home" really came to the shoulders and back, making it hard for this seven or eight-year-old child to breathe.

He could only rely on Zhang Yucai and these White Lotus rebels whose crimes were unforgivable.

When we got back to the palace...

The little prince was in a state of confusion.

"Sir, I want to ask you a question."

Roland blinked and said, "I think your Master Zhang is more experienced than me."

"…He won't tell me the truth. Everyone respects me and praises me…" The boy muttered, "But I can't tell the difference between what's true and what's false."

He asked Roland: What if a person betrayed him but still had feelings for him and gave him a chance to some extent, and he also paid a price for it - what should he do in this situation?

Roland asked if it was the guards from the Changgeng Division who had intercepted and killed him.

no…

Is there no survivor?
The little prince shook his head.

"Uncle doesn't want my life, and in fact, he doesn't really want the throne either."

He said.

"Sir, do you know the saying 'Incense makes you a god'?"

Roland shook his head.

"A method that can teach people to become immortals and gods." The boy laughed self-deprecatingly. "He sent people to capture me, and I think he also wants to ask for this magic..."

Incense makes one become a god.
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do you know?

The flame jumped a few times in his sight, but did not answer Roland.

"If this spell really worked, Father wouldn't..." The boy rubbed his wet eyes. Thinking of his father's instructions when he was awake, an indescribable fear and loneliness surged in his heart.

This is not a flaw in character; it is simply a normal human emotion.

Unfortunately, the boy only saw it as 'cowardice'.

He clenched his fists tightly and refused to utter such weak words again.

In this way, Roland sat with him for half the night.

………………

Calling upon the so-called 'Eternal Immortal' does not require any elaborate rituals.

Choose a good location and bury the emerald-like seed in the soil.

——Although Roland felt that it was a bit hasty and unworthy of the name they gave to this alien species: immortal. Yolanda said that he was a powerful figure second only to their gods, a free and easy sorcerer.

Similar to the Western immortals.

then.

noon.

Roland and his party followed them to the woods behind the village, found an open space, and taught Halida to spread a soft blanket.

Eat and watch.

"You are being disrespectful to the immortals."

Yolanda glared at him.

The seeds are truly extraordinary.

When the little prince stood in front of the earth pit that Zhang Yucai had dug long ago, he unsealed the pendant and the glass bottle, turned it upside down and sprinkled the seed into the soil, which was then compacted by Feng Hu.

Roland felt the vibration coming from under his feet.

It was a not very strong, but continuous and steady vibration.

Halida covered her mouth and muffled her scream.

The emerald green tendrils break through the soil.

It was a tree trunk so beautiful that it was hard to describe in words: it was like the scales of some creature that had never appeared in the world, layered and attached to each other, growing stronger as it grew. The thick and tough branches easily squeezed and broke the surrounding pine branches.

Roland couldn't see a single crack.

Just like there is no dead corner in creation, it is brought together by all living beings and colored by the gods.

A emerald green trunk with branches spreading out like a net.

It was like everyone was seeing green, emerald, jade for the first time...

See a miracle.

The light flows slowly between the trunk and branches.

In just half an hour of amazement, it grows lushly, as if you are in a emerald forest...

It is so beautiful that it can only be described as a miracle.

"The benefactor is above all else."

Xiandel whispered: "This is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in the world, except for you..."

Rose curled her lips silently.

——She was worried that her "recklessness" would make Roland angry, so from night to day, she only blinked and glanced at Roland furtively, not daring to act out of character as usual.

“It’s really a miracle…”

Roland was amazed.
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Did you see it? -
This is the second most beautiful alien I have ever seen.

Of course Wrench knew who the most beautiful alien was in Roland's mind.

"The angel who donated blood will be sad."
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It is the third most beautiful.

"Roland. Sometimes there's no difference between being third and last... and the same goes for being second."

Some were shocked, others were terrified.

For example, Feng Rushong.

He felt an unprecedented "ringing" from this "immortal tree" - ten, a hundred, a thousand times louder than the sound from Roland Collins' body...

Zhang Yucai glanced at Feng Rushong.

He trailed the prince by half a step, straightened his sleeves, and bowed from afar toward the fairy tree that did not seem to be a creature of this mortal world.

It was the 'treasure' he presented, so naturally he had dealt with the other party in the palace.

"…Lord Changqing."

at the same time.

A voice clearly appeared in everyone's mind.

“I am the answer to everything.”

it says.

The emerald marrow is crystal clear and flowing, making it seem like a fairyland.
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Is it bragging?

What is abnormal is that.

This time, Wrench was not on his side.

"At least in this land..."

Flames leap.

"It doesn't."

(End of this chapter)