The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 894: Strange Tree

One, or a tree, one, one.

A species called 'Evergreen'.

Although Roland said this, Zhang Yucai insisted on using the word "position" to show respect.

It doesn't matter.

It was similar to the 'ugly spirit' he had seen trapped in a glass bottle: no matter how gorgeous this tree was and how rare it was in the mortal world, its overall 'function' was not much different from that of the ugly spirit.

They are all about fulfilling the requester's wishes and answering the questioner's questions.

then.

Then charge a reasonable or unreasonable 'price'.

But compared to that ugly creature, this Lord Changqing seems to be more "moral".

It asks before it gives.

It’s hard to say whether it’s good or bad - if it were the other way around, it might be a bit scary?
"At least they are much better than the Jews I have seen," Rose shrugged. "They are definitely moral aliens."

Roland asked: "Jew? Why haven't I heard you say that?"

Shandel and Christine also glanced sideways.

"Oh, the Elephant Gang had a deal with the milk merchants earlier. Annie wanted to get some good milk, but there was a disagreement over the payment method..."

With Rose's current 'skills' and alertness, she certainly wouldn't fall for such a stupid trick.

But it didn't happen then.

At that time, she only wondered why Anne had to order from a ranch far away from London instead of going somewhere close.

——Because the merchants asked Anne Vansittart to settle the bill in the latest currency:

That is, the settlement is made with the new gold pound, which was produced by the Imperial State Bank, the London Bullion Bank and the Paroyemed Bank and printed with the emblems of Queen Victoria and her family.

and.

They want to include this condition in the contract.

Rose didn't understand why Anne didn't agree at that time:

It is true that some gold pounds are worth more than others, perhaps because of their collection value or gold content, but in general, the 'Victorian Gold Pound' at the time did not have a very high premium in the currency market.

Overall, the milk purchased from Jewish merchants was still 25% cheaper than that provided by other milk merchants in London.

This is not just a small amount of money.

Anne was alert enough.

She didn't agree.

"What happened next?" Christine asked.

"later…"

Rose sneered: "It was not until half a month later that we saw the news in the newspaper - only 500 of these 'limited edition' gold coins were released."

Christine was immediately annoyed: "What a bunch of bastards! Robbers!"

She couldn't use any more obscene words, but the word "robber" alone was enough to express her anger: Obviously, a complete contract cannot be without a breach of contract clause. The intentions of the Jewish milk merchants were obvious.

They want to harm people.

"I don't like these people. It doesn't matter whether they believe in the Father of All... or some other god that 'exists without legal permission.'" Rose mocked the government and the Holy Cross and nodded to Christine, who shared the same hatred. "When it comes to business, they are absolutely shrewd, but they have no bottom line. This is scary."

Just think about it.

Just a bunch of milk merchants.

How did they know that this batch of gold coins would be 'limited'?
"I have also received many similar people. Frankly speaking, Miss Vansittart, I agree with what you said - this group of people is absolutely shrewd, and even more picky than real nobles in some insignificant areas... I think this is a kind of psychological inferiority."

Christine supported herself with one hand and stretched her legs as far as she could. "Or, greed in the blood. If we believe that 'nobility' will be inherited through blood, then greed will also spread through offspring."

"I think we'll have to meet again when we return to London," Rose invited with a smile.

After these days of contact, I found that although Christine was a little weak, she was kind-hearted—and she was a woman. In a foreign country, encountering such a massacre, who would not be weak?
"My pleasure."

Christine gently lifted the handle of the cup and raised it towards Rose.

An absurd afternoon tea is happily taking place outdoors.

The other end.

It is not at all easy for those gentlemen facing the "immortal".

The Feng brothers only watched from afar, while Zhang Yucai, Tuji and the little prince stood close by, discussing something in whispers.

They "planted" seeds and summoned alien species that could answer questions and fulfill wishes.

But if you really want to say it, you killed millions or tens of millions of people with just one sentence...

No one can remain indifferent.

That's a real person.

——This "treasure" was presented by Zhang Yucai, so he naturally participated in a ceremony.

The so-called sacrifice.

There may be other undiscovered 'possibilities', but for now, the human body parts are necessary.

The old emperor used the lives of fifteen death row prisoners in exchange for the answer to a question.

But according to what Zhang Yucai found out, more than 300 prisoners "disappeared" from the prison within half a month.

He didn't know what the old emperor asked or what he requested.

Just tell the 'steps' you've seen to the young prince: the future monarch of this land.

then.

After he hinted and agreed, he made the request himself - he couldn't let the new king's hands be stained with the blood of millions of people.

"Let me do it."

Tuji, whose arm was broken, said in a deep voice.

He has been well taken care of by Christine these days. The two of them get along well, one using gestures and the other speaking halting oriental language...

Quite intimate?
The women could see that the two were heading down a path that stretched beyond 'strangers' and 'ordinary friends' and there would be no turning back.

"It's not your turn."

Zhang Yucai took a step forward to block Tuji: "I know the treasures I found best—"

"I am already a useless person, Yucai."

"Tuggie."

The little prince frowned.

to be frank.

At this moment, he was somewhat annoyed by the 'brotherhood' of these two people who were willing to 'sacrifice' for each other - what made the boy hesitate was that these millions of lives would not bleed or struggle in front of him.

The wailing could not even reach my ears.

Just one sentence.

A request.

It wiped out tens of millions of lives.

This made the boy feel a little...

Child's play.

If this 'Evergreen Tree Fairy' could really make people's wishes come true, then he would rather pay a higher price in exchange for the life of that evil demon from the cult.

At least he was willing to pay some of the price for it personally.

It can be considered as revenge for my father and brothers.

"Alas, killing civilians is nothing."

The boy said something harsh and went back to the village without looking back.

Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji did not stop them.

The two of them knew that this matter would take some time - it was a good thing that the little prince had a soft temper.

"We can replace..."

"Be careful what you say."

Zhang Yucai patted Tuji's intact arm, glanced at the Westerners who were "picnicking" in the distance, and said with a slight movement of his thin lips: "The power of God is unpredictable."

Tuji didn't understand.

"Go and have tea with your foreign wife."

(End of this chapter)