The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 897 Saint Balfour

The old emperor really thought he had no sense of humor - if it was the so-called sense of humor that Balfour described, then he really didn't have it.

But the actions of the followers of this cult are truly shocking.

With power, there is the possibility of immortality...

They actually gave it all up, calling out to an existence that might not care about them or even exist.

In the old emperor's view, this was as stupid as pigs and dogs.

"I have no interest in your beliefs, Mr. Balfour. Here is our bargain: I will allow you and your friends to spread ointments in my country, and ships laden with opium to enter the harbor--"

Such behavior.

Naturally, he 'distorted the lives of millions of people' and also reached a 'half deal' with the 'Eternal Green Immortal': from the seventh-ring "Brain" to the eighth-ring "Invisible Cocoon".

But, he too was deceived.

Balfour had deceived him.

"You didn't tell me that once you enter the cocoon, you will lose your life faster and even fall into a longer sleep."

"The secret of the Path of the Thinker is not part of our deal," Balfour sneered, "You need to choose a blood relative, pull your soul out of your body, and hide it in his body... It only takes some time for you to feel the 'secret' again and live as a true Eighth Ring..."

At this point, the cultist spread his hands.

"Look, it's not too late for me to tell you now, right? As the head of a country, I think you should know clearly."

Not too late?

certainly…

Too late.

The old emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at the shattered fairy tree.

As a spirit that can "fulfill any wish and answer any question", he certainly does not allow anyone other than himself to touch it -

honestly.

Destroying it is not as difficult as you might think.

What's more, Zhang Yucai presented two seeds.

When he reached the ninth ring...

"You made me waste an opportunity, Balfour."

"It was your selfishness and greed that made you waste the opportunity, not me," Balfour sneered, "You were worried that other people's 'wishes' would hurt you... the shameless greed of mankind."

In the old emperor's plan, 'opium everywhere' and 'distorting the fate of millions of people' were the price he paid for his promotion from the seventh ring to the eighth ring.

As soon as he consolidated his strength, he immediately consumed the second seed, seeking eternal life.

Ten rings of immortality?

He never considered the Ten Rings.

How can I enjoy this fascinating power if I go to the dream world?

Bahuan is already the most powerful sorcerer in the secular world.

According to the characteristics of the "Thinker", he will start all over again from his childhood.

He had too much time and countless opportunities to truly feel the sweetness of flowers and honey, the cold and heat in the wind, and the sad sighs of women - this was the old emperor's original plan.

His plans, his wishes.

Balfour did not get what he wanted.

The other party deliberately concealed the key information of the Eighth Ring of "The Thinker".

When he succeeds in getting promoted, he is horrified to discover that his body is still on the verge of collapse - and not only that.

After sealing the soul into a cocoon and implanting it into the body of a blood relative, the "Thinker" can only control the blood relative's body for a short period of time.

He will 'wake up' little by little over time.

Until the other's soul is completely devoured.

By then.

This is also when the 'old body' really breaks down.

During this time.

The "invisible cocoon" is fragile.

Both the 'new body' and the 'old body' are fragile.

The above is a ‘little’ secret about the path of the ‘Meditator’.

Balfour had to do it.

Because he needed the old emperor to use up the second tree seed and make another transaction with the alien species to overcome this most vulnerable time.

As a price, he must "once again" follow the alien's requirements and change the fate of millions of people in the shortest time possible: use the power provided to him to kill all those who have been infected with the ointment plague.

Fast and convenient. Absolutely the shortest time.

Thus…

The ceremony is complete.

He must ensure this. Must ensure...

After his death, He was able to descend smoothly into the waking world.

He didn't believe the other party's promise.

"You should be thankful that you have more than one child - at least you have more choices. Although I hate the ritualists of the Path of the Thinker..." Balfour shook the empty flask and felt much better.

Because he got the result he wanted.

In fact, the old emperor also got it.

Although the price was too high - consuming the last seed and skipping the so-called 'awakening'... or weak period, which meant that he could not trade 'eternal life' with the fairy tree as planned.

"A free secret... a bonus."

Balfour said.

"The awakening period of the "Invisible Cocoon" is usually between three and twenty years, depending on the will and soul vigor of the parasite and the parasite... Perhaps, you can wait for a few years."

A hint of anger finally ignited in the old emperor's eyes.

His body couldn't wait.

His brother couldn't wait either.

If he really chose a son to parasitize him, and his old body would sleep forever - he could naturally imagine what would happen.

Moreover.

With the signing of the treaty, foreign sorcerers will set foot on this land.

He couldn't take any chances.

of course.

Deception and high prices make people angry, especially a monarch who is admired throughout his life.

But he couldn't vent his anger at a madman who was determined to die - when a person was not afraid of death, and was determined to crush his own flesh and blood and soul, just to call for a "thing" that existed in legends and might not exist...

He was terrifying and helpless.

"…I will complete the final…deal between us, Mr. Balfour."

"hope so."

Balfour lowered his head and stared at the flask in his palm, muttering in a hoarse voice:
'My Lord, my soul and my salvation...'

'We will become pus and pain, melting the barrier to your waking world...'

…………

……

A flask filled with yellow pus was placed on the low table.

Next to it is a kerosene lamp.

A dish of preserves.

A thief who is about to die of anger.

"How come you are the same as Roland!"

Rose folded her hands and went to the toilet. The little thing stole a bottle from somewhere. Its mouth was as sharp as a bee, and it twisted its hyphae into small tubes that pierced the cork. It drank happily - when she came in, the juice in the bottle was gone.

The trumpeter 'Bee Mouth Roland' tilted his head to look at her while drinking, gesticulating.

'It's like you.'

"What do you mean by like me? I never steal..." Rose gritted her teeth: "Although we are not friends... that child is pitiful enough."

Little Roland gulped down two more gulps and looked at her sideways: his expression was almost exactly the same as Roland's.

meaning is:

You are just afraid that he will be angry, so you are just being quiet for a while.

Rose: ...

That’s not wrong.

She also doesn't have the bad habit of 'not stealing friends'.

"I don't care what you stole... Is this tea? Is it tea? I heard that there is a lot of good tea in the East... The little prince enjoyed it, but he was hunted down... Wait, wait, let me taste it--"

Little Roland's eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

The bottle is clean.

"you this--"

Rose smacked her lips a few times and put her finger against the bad guy's head.

The latter grinned in a flattering manner and pounced on him in a sticky manner.

He grabbed her wrist and rubbed her face against hers.

He also burped.

"Roland wouldn't do that... I'm warning you... send the bottle back... don't let anyone catch it... and don't cause me any more trouble..."

(End of this chapter)