The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 617 Ch.616 Wave Weaver

When Hayon left with a lot of secrets, Randolph had time to comfort Theresa in a low voice.

Roland didn't tell her about the story with Bellos...

Although Randolph should have guessed it long ago.

"I maintain my opinion of her, Randolph."

Theresa didn't call her "Madam", which showed that the previous "bitch" was absolutely sincere.

She was dissatisfied with Jocelyn, dissatisfied with her disregarding her husband and children, and going far away to pursue the illusory ideal country, and perhaps the gods that didn't exist at all.

She harmed her family and the Taylor family.

She was Jocelyn Taylor, how could she abandon her son, daughter and husband, and go with those questionable people to find some gods to build a country?

The benefactor is above.

Is that something she should consider?

"Don't blame my mother, Theresa."

Randolph was a little discouraged.

He couldn't think about his father's actions over the years. He had to go to Porto Port to recuperate for a period of time every year. Even though he was sick and his memory was disappearing bit by bit, he was still unwilling to leave this angry and painful place.

He often disappeared, and the servants had to look for him for a while.

And they would often find the old madman with his chin in his hand, lost in thought, behind the stone pillar at the gate or in the bushes.

Randolph didn't want to blame his mother, nor did he comment on her ideals.

He just ignored it.

"Don't forget, you are also half a primitive people now. Do you need me to call you Your Excellency?" Roland joked: "Appoint me as mayor in the future."

Randolph grinned: "If they can really succeed, I will only wear a pajamas when I go out from now on."

Roland laughed: "If you like, you can do it directly, no need to wait..."

Randolph rolled his eyes at him, suddenly thought of something, and laughed back: "'Establish our country', Roland, you must listen carefully. It's our country. You don't have a bit of primitive blood in you..."

" Maybe my child has one. "

"How could your child..." Randolph was stunned, and then his face darkened: "... Roland, are you kidding Beatrice?"

Roland looked innocent: "Maybe I will have a daughter."

Randolph: "I am not interested in your daughter either."

"Why are you only smart about these things," Roland sighed: "You always make me feel that Miss Bronte is like opium tincture. Once you meet her, your brain is not bright..."

Randolph thought that my brain is not bright after meeting you.

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Since Roland explained it clearly, Randolph naturally had different guesses about the secret organ.

He knew his father.

If that was the hope of his mother to return home, a coordinate for her return, a deeply buried anchor.

With Bellos Taylor's style, he would not hide it in a secret place, waiting for a lucky person to mess up the whole thing.

The most important thing should be carried with you, right?

So.

When Randolph and Theresa coaxed the unconscious old man and tried to take the cane from him, they received the most fierce resistance in days.

The old man's face was stained with a rosy blush, and the silk robe was torn with a sound of brocade.

He stood in the living room, blocking the way, and scolded Randolph as a "thief and liar in the guise of a guest", and Theresa as his mother who was not self-disciplined and had no morals (Roland saw that Theresa was quite satisfied with this title).

He turned the cane into a sword and chopped Randolph's arm; then he used it as a gun barrel and pointed it at Randolph's chest.

Roland shouted that the inheritance should be left to him.

Then Randolph scolded Roland.

Bellos scolded Randolph, saying how dare a thief insult the owner, chased him, and beat his butt with a cane.

Theresa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The living room was in chaos, and soon, Beatrice came downstairs and happily joined the battle.

More confusion.

In short.

The well-maintained cane was finally stolen by his son in the middle of the night when old Bellos fell asleep.

Roland accused him of stealing his father's things.

Randolph said that if you respect him so much, you can choose not to take it.

Roland thought about it and said who would respect such an old man who was insane.

The heart of the cane is solid.

Bellos Taylor is very smart.

He embedded a lot of rose-shaped metal to increase the weight of the cane. The whole cane is made of one piece, and it seems that there is no seam.

Randolph is sure that the secret organ is in the cane.

"I know him."

Randolph said.

"Any important thing must be carried with you, not to mention this 'anchor' that can take my mother home..."

As he spoke, Randolph used a small hand saw to cut the wooden cane little by little under Theresa's distressed eyes.

Sure enough.

There is a man-made groove inside.

The glass test tube lay quietly in the groove.

"Roland."

"Hmm?"

"You just said that my mother left the 'coordinates' in it...the coordinates of the return, right?"

"Hmm."

"...Is it still there?"

Randolph asked if it was still there, and also asked if she was still there.

The answer was the same.

The crystal clear artificial ocean was surging day by day for years.

But the "mysterious" aura that belonged to the ritualist and remained on it had disappeared.

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「Name」: Waveweaver

「Type」: Mystical Organ (Alien)

「Description」: Let it soak my heart and let the waves sing.

The sirens are extremely special aliens.

They rarely appear in human sight, and even less are recorded in human books.

It is said that a sailor once heard whispers in his ears and the sound of fish tails hitting the water in the middle of the night.

Later...

Later until his death, the sailor could only hear these two sounds:

All words or noises from far and near turned into sparkling water and whispers close to his brain - it seemed that a spring with colorful bubbles constantly grew in his ears...

Tortured and ravaged his mind.

Less than a month.

He went crazy.

This rare mystical organ can give the drinker extraordinary charm.

Your voice will be more beautiful, and it will be easier to gain the kindness of aliens and other creatures.

To a certain extent, you can even bewitch weak-willed mortals through words - I hope you understand that every successful deception does not mean how clever your lies are.

When you are near the "ocean" or "lake", if you are willing to pay some "insignificant" price, you can manipulate the water flow to a limited extent and set off waves.

Waveweavers will never fear the ocean.

You can breathe freely underwater, and singing can soothe emotions and stabilize the spirit.

If you still don't know what "addiction" is...

Try to sing a lullaby to a restless soul.

Note: The throat of the siren is always liquid, so use it in the most disgusting way you can think of-if it doesn't work, you can add a little honey.

Note: "Waveweaver" is a rare and excellent organ. I hope that the person who owns it will not use the sound in some strange places (such as whether you are a little ahaha... such as kneeling down you little ahaha...)

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I don't like you always modifying and adding some "unnecessary comments" privately.

"I think only the ones in brackets are necessary."

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Bewitching mortals...

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So, can I make my uncle do a backflip in front of Yam?

"..."

"I overestimated you, Roland."