The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 610 Ch Cavendish (Boom)

The brass-rimmed marble fireplace features a sculpture of a seated lion.

The purple curtains with faded craftsmanship are woven with gold threads to weave some kind of fable that is illegal and should not appear on the market.

Two triangular wooden shelves are nailed to the wall above the fireplace, with a standard six-pointed star cut out instead: the partitions hold many gold-lacquered goblets, thick candles and dark ribbons filled with twisted characters written in blood.

Opposite the fireplace is a smooth arched mirror with a silver engraved frame, a round table, brass candlesticks, candles, paper, pens, and a woman taking notes.

She was too thin to hold her nightgown, but her cheeks were unusually rosy. Brown silk brushed past her ears, and a few strands fell between her lips, ignored by the woman who was concentrating on writing.

The dim atmosphere in the room is enough to scare the faint of heart.

And when Bellows Taylor pushed the door open, a ray of 'sunlight' opened up the shadow along the crack of the door.

The rude gentleman's footsteps made the wooden boards creak, and the thin woman suddenly realized.

Her full head of brown hair was pulled into a bun, and her eyes of the same color sparkled in the darkness.

Belos stepped forward, lifted up the thin velvet blanket on the back of the chair, and draped it over her body.

He lowered his head and sniffed.

"I told you, Joey. At least you can't miss lunch and dinner."

The slender woman leaned back and stretched her neck as much as possible, feeling the tickling and breathing on her skin.

"...I ate it."

"Theresa told me you didn't eat."

Jocelyn Cavendish blinked: "She lied."

"Who knows, one of you will always lie." Belos hugged his wife and rubbed his chin while looking at the leather roll spread out on the table.

Some moist characters reflected in the eyes.

Gradually.

They slowly dance with the candlelight...

Snap.

Jocelyn folded the parchment.

"I also said, don't read what I write." The married woman has a more familiar look in her eyes than the young girl. She knows how to swing her arms and curl her toes, they have this ability to produce greater results with less effort.

But when she caressed Belos's rough face, when she kissed his forehead gently and said some words in a language he couldn't understand, Belos felt that she was more like his mother.

"I am increasingly convinced that your plan is foolish."

Bellows blew his nose, supported the back of the chair with his hands, and stared quietly at the woman curled up in his arms, who also looked at her with tender eyes.

"It's a stupid plan, and the ending is the same-"

Jocelyn pressed her husband's lips with her index finger.

"We agreed, Beck. You have to help me..."

Belos Taylor felt a torch burning with thunder in his chest, hot and rumbling.

He suddenly stood up straight, looking down at his wife like the lion sitting on the fireplace.

"Didn't I help you enough?"

"I gave you this kind of life, freeing you from the troubles of Cavendish. I gave you two children, and gave you a worry-free and free environment to study witchcraft... Joey, you can't trample like this My respect for you."

Qiao Celin pursed her lips, and her small and slender limbs were a little slumped.

"...We agreed."

"I regret it now." The man's eyes were burning with emotions hotter than fire: "This is not logical at all!"

"The power of ritualists does not conform to the logic of mortals, Baker." Jocelyn looked at the man who became like a child in front of her, and showed a faint smile: "We are primitive people - —”

"Primitive people! Primitive people! You Jews always tell lies!"

Bellows swung his wrist away from his arm, roughly tore open his collar, and circled around the room like an angry brown bear.

a long time.

With a drooped face, he sat silently in the lounge chair by the fireplace - only half of his buttocks were seated.

"Beck..."

Bellows rubbed his face and softened his voice: "We are no longer young, Joey. We have Randolph, Beatrice, a complete family, and a business that is about to grow - don't you have to Going on a personal adventure to what…what history?”

Qiao Celin gradually stopped smiling, and like her husband, she answered in a calm tone:

"No ritualist can solve Beatrice's problem at the moment."

"Then let her be stupid!" Bellows said indifferently: "Even if she stays at home all her life, I can make her live a better life than the king...Jocelyn Cavendish, you must use Betsy Silk to cover up your ambition?"

"That's not ambition!" Jocelin was also angry: "We are primitive people! Creatures created by the only God... We should find our own God! Build our own country! Take back what we lost!"

Find your God.

Build your own country.

Reclaim what was lost.

Belos didn't understand any of the three sentences.

"What have you lost?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked gloomily: "I don't know why you people with weird blood have such similar thoughts-"

"They took away what we should have!" Jocelin said without compromise: "They took away the glory of my Lord! With one lie after another!"

"Is that important?" Belos couldn't understand: "Is it worth giving up everything you have now?"

Jocelyn was silent.

She stood up and walked around the chair, hugged her husband, and looked at him carefully.

He has begun to age.

The teeth of time have left grooves on his face, his flesh and blood are withering, and the fire of his soul is not as strong as before. He will live out his mortal life like a mortal.

For the ritualist, this is tragic.

And Bellos Taylor seemed to see something from his wife's pitiful look.

"Immortality is a curse, Joey. We don't have to expect those things that mortal bodies should expect... Do you have to-"

"Curse?" Jocelyn smiled: "I often hear dogs and cats talking. They say that ten years of life are rich enough. Do you have to expect to live for fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, or even a hundred years-that is a curse for cats and dogs... They will be lonely, crazy, and helpless. No one can stand such a long life..."

"Bellos, do you think they are ridiculous?"

Bellos was silent.

"Immortality is a gift. A creature that can only live for eighty years actually says that immortality is a curse... This reminds me of the sailors in the port."

Yes.

Those sailors often say.

What's the good of having money? Maybe she's not as happy as us.

Obviously.

They never had money.

"Listen to me, Beck," Bellos felt that his wife was like a bird shaking its feathers, flying into the air, and could never return to his arms: "After the ceremony is completed, the secret meeting will open the passage. I will be back to you in just a blink of an eye..."

"Then."

"I will bring you a way to become a ritualist, a ritual to treat Beatrice, and good news that will allow us to settle down completely..."

A face much younger than Bellos looked at him quietly.

"You will touch the mystery with me, prolong your life, and stay with each other for a long time..."

"Beatrice will go to school, grow up, get married, and have a lot of children like other girls..."

"Just one chance."

"My love."

"Do you believe me?"