The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 970 Ch.969 The Golden Goat and the Insignificant

It was a goat that looked no different from an ordinary goat.

The only difference is.

Its two horns.

Golden horn.

"This is the whole case - Miss, you can come in and listen." Fernandez turned around and waved towards the half-open door.

Rose was not embarrassed. She tiptoed to open the door and greeted Kingsley and Florence.

"Where's Ms. Burns?"

"A car has been arranged to pick him up."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Then why don't you go home?"

Rose took a half step forward, her eyes glaring as if to bite: "Why didn't I go home? I finally escaped... Oops! What did you find? A goat?!"

"To be precise, it's the Golden Goat," Fernandez pointed to the chain tied around its neck, "In fact, it won't succumb to the means of mortals... unless there's something it's attached to."

As Fernandez described, some words slowly unfolded before Roland's eyes.

……

「Name」: Golden Goat

Type: Alien
[Description]: Stay in a place of innocence and leave after changing.

One of the most typical alien species in human fantasy.

The two horns are made of gold and can regenerate if cut off.

Will never attack any mortal being.

The Golden Goat feeds on Innocence and devotes itself to it. When the object it is chasing loses its appeal, it will leave with its horns.

Note: In theory, if there is enough time and food, the followers can obtain unimaginable amounts of gold through goat horns - but please respect one premise: this gold cannot be used for 'trading'.

If the holder attempts to trade it, the golden goat will walk away with its horns (all of them).

'To humans, I am no different from the stars.'

……

Fernandez's deep, hoarse voice echoed in the room.

"There has never been a more eye-opening moment than today, has there?" This was said to Kingsley and Florence - the only two mortals in the room. If not for various factors, they might never see a real alien in their lives.

"Golden...horn?" Kingsley slowly stepped forward and looked into the pair of pupils. "Is this...gold?"

It's like a layer of gold paint.

Kingsley simply picked up the flip board on the table and tapped it twice, and one corner of it fell off.

It hit the floor hard.

'wonderful'.

The detective muttered to himself, picked it up, looked left and right, and weighed it in his palm.

"If it can 'produce' gold, but doesn't teach people how to use it - what's the use of it?"

The goat tied with an iron chain behind him bleated.

Roland: "It's scolding you."

Kingsley: ...

"It's useless to mortals, but it may not be the same for ritualists...right, Roland."

"A safe deposit box?"

"Yes."

A few exotic objects are active. Gold and gems can better suppress them. Then, Fernandez told them a true story of the stupidest stupidity.

A true story that happened in the Supervisory Bureau.

The Supervisory Bureau has a golden goat.

Naturally, their detective teams and consultants are equipped with boxes that can suppress the activity of rare objects - but in fact, truly active rare objects are very rare.

At least Fernandez hasn't seen it a few times.

"Guess what that idiot who sniffed his own crotch did?"

Roland said since you described him like this, I'm afraid the answer has something to do with his mother?
"He returned home while on a mission and placed the safe in the bedroom. Then, his mother and his little daughter 'accidentally' scraped off two layers of gold powder..."

"That's stupid." "Yeah, I think it's stupid too."

"I mean the Inspectorate," Kingsley said casually, running his fingers across the bookshelf. "If I were a cultist, I would just take the golden chest - how could I be so stupid? Can't I make some real, pure gold chests to accompany the detectives who go out, and leave the gold of the 'Golden Goat' to the caretaker?"

The scene was quiet for a while.

"If I've offended you, I apologize," Kingsley said, stepping on the creaking wood, not turning his head, "but it still doesn't change the stupidity of the whole thing."

Fernandez rubbed his face.

"You're right, Mr. Kingsley. It's really stupid - and you know what's the funniest thing? They ended up coming up with exactly the same solution you just blurted out."

The Inspectorate has indeed made such stupid mistakes.

Sometimes, Fernandez would deliberately speculate the worst: Are they doing this on purpose to achieve some purpose?
Later, Fernandez discovered.

they do not.

If there was an organization more disorganized and incompetent than the Inquisition over the past decade, you can guess what the Inspectorate is like.

and so…

Amelia, the golden goat.

The case matched.

This woman must have sensed the existence of 'gold' -

"Not a very smart move, but I can understand it."

That was all Kingsley could say.

Countless pieces of gold that cannot be spent, in the hands of a truly smart person, would never be used as "roughly" as Amelia - even a mortal.

She almost succeeded though.

If there hadn't been a Julie Valentine deal.

"Mrs. Amelia originally signed a one-year employment contract with us," Florence said in disbelief. "Sir, do you mean that in a few months, she will...will kill us?"

"uncertain."

Kingsley said that if it were him, he would "trade" the gold in this house to the caregivers when he made enough money - of course, before that, he would first test how the "trading" would work.

Is it through his 'thoughts'...

Or should it be judged based on the material form of a 'contract' agreed upon by multiple people?

If it was the latter, through delays and lies, he could easily leave these caregivers an orphanage filled with "gold" and run away with the deposit certificates -

If it's the former...

The mind is not incapable of being deceived.

If someone robbed his gold, and he 'accidentally' lost his pocket of money, and 'happened' to be picked up by himself... is this a transaction?

If you count, then the orphanage is full of gold that is being worn away - it is carried by the summer wind to the wild and into the city, falling on the backs of frogs and on embossed shillings.

If this shilling is spent, will the gold in the orphanage disappear?

If it does - if it doesn't -

Quiet interior.

Several people just listened silently as Kingsley went from one "if" to another.

Florence held the selected nursing book in her arms, leaning against the walnut wall, with a strange gleam in her eyes.

"…so."

Speaking of dry mouth, Kingsley turned around and spread his hands: "For a few gold pounds, is it worth it?"

Florence agreed: "Not worth it for a few pounds."

Roland nodded: "Just some gold pounds."

Rose replied: "A gold pound worth nothing."

As they spoke, suddenly everyone's attention was focused on the silent person.

Fernandez: ...

"Of course it's not worth mentioning. For example, I just bought a silent carriage recently," Fernandez shrugged casually, "Pay in full... If you don't believe me, you can ask Roland."

Roland now knew how those gentlemen in the West End distinguished between the rich and the poor at the cocktail parties.

(End of this chapter)