Chapter 613 Ch612 Goodbye (Clang)

Chapter 613 Ch.612 Goodbye (锵)

"The Secret Society of the Hanging Key" has "coordinates".

As long as the invisible barrier is torn open, they will be able to open a passage for people to travel accurately.

But as Bellows said: What about when you come back?

When you come back, it depends on each person's ability.

Just like most ritual practitioners will not tell others about their "heart anchor", the "Suspended Key Secret Meeting" does not require that every compatriot who participates and witnesses the great moment shares the same "coordinate" for returning.

Jocelyn Cavendish found a 'prop' with powerful power.

The test tube made of the fairy bottle will maintain the activity of this 'prop' and at the same time, mix in its own 'secret'.

Before the test tube is broken, it is like a strong torch in the dark night.

As long as Jocelyn Cavendish is not dead and can still perceive "mystery", she will never be lost.

She will definitely come back on time to her children and husband.

"Keep it safe for me, Beck."

Jocelyn put a finger-long glass bottle into her husband's hand.

It has a dreamy color.

As blue as the ocean, the turbulent liquid surface sheds a pale mallow color like the sunset, and penetrates to the bottom of the sea.

If you put it next to your ears, you can still hear a long and sad song.

"What's this?"

Bellows raised it carefully.

He did hear a faint, distant whisper.

"Exotic vomit," the wife said a little narrowly: "Part of the monster, Baker. Be careful it crawls into your ears at night..."

Actually.

This is a secret organ from a different species.

A treasure in the eyes of the ritualist.

"Endless energy can make my 'secret' consume more slowly. Even if I am a few days late, I can still accurately find this 'anchor' in the Black Sea," Jocelyn told herself in as simple a language as possible Husband: “As long as the anchor is there, I will not be lost. "

"So, protect it, Beck."

It's not that Jocelyn doesn't trust her compatriots in the Secret Society of Hanging Keys.

——On the road of finding God, they are united in mind and will never betray.

But it is no longer more than ten years ago.

They found the 'entrance'.

About to succeed.

Once we get to another level of history, who knows what will happen?

Jocelin could not guarantee that, nor could she see everyone's inner thoughts as clearly as a candlelight illuminates the darkness.

The person she trusts most is her husband.

A man who has loved her deeply from the beginning, risked his life to support her, and has not wavered for years.

As for the Cavendish family?

Forget it.

The only thing her brothers and sisters can do is to use toad metaphors to people who have never met her, or find ways to inquire about Taylor's business, in order to get something from it to fill their bottomless greed.

Jocelin was thinking about it, and Belos was thinking about it too.

He gently shook the test tube and watched the waves rise in the narrow deep sea.

"...If it breaks, you can never get it back?"

"The goblin bottle is not that easy to break, Baker. As long as you hide it well and not be discovered by any ritualists, wait for two or three weeks - no one can take it away from us... In fact, this thing is just right I prepared it for you."

When she brings back the power of the Eleventh Crown God, she will have a way to make her husband a ritualist.

Belos Taylor is in line with the teachings of her god and a perfect fit for an unworldly code - which she will bring back as a gift to Belos...

This old man who yells all day long.

"Wait until I come back."

…

A few days later.

Strange faces come and go from time to time at Taylor House.

These sneaky losers who jumped up and screamed at the slightest sign of trouble made old Belos angry.

'If this is all you have, don't brag about the founding of your kingdom, kings. ’

And later.

The day of the ceremony came.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in, so he just led Randolph and asked Teresa to hold Betty and say goodbye to Jocelyn at the door.

"I am a High Circle Ritualist, Beck. Few can spare my life."

The aging man shook his cheeks, gave Randolph a rough shove, and pushed the child, who still didn't know what was about to happen, into his mother's arms.

Randolph looked confused: "...Mom?"

"It's just a long trip, Randolph. I'll be back in two weeks."

Jocelyn caressed Randolph's outline with both hands and kissed him on the forehead.

Then, he stood up and looked at Theresa.

"Take care of Belos."

Teresa didn't give her a good look.

In the eyes of the maid, this 'ma'am' has not fulfilled any of her responsibilities as a wife - she is either hiding in a dark room all day doing bad things, or asking her to buy those putrid animals that even dogs will not look at. Offal, pick up some packages somewhere and bring them back...

Extremely disgusting.

She was a complete witch, a woman whose soul and flesh were unclean: when she faced Randolph, she could not speak ill of a mother, but once she faced him directly, it was difficult to control herself from getting angry.

Bellows Taylor has been too considerate over the years.

Looking back at Jocelyn Cavendish…

——It seems natural?

"I wish you a safe and smooth journey, madam." Teresa's voice was stiff and her eyes were cold: "May the Father of All Things bless you."

Jocelyn smiled.

"You don't like me, Teresa."

She stared at the silent maid, took a few steps forward, and whispered: "You don't like me, but I made Belos fall in love with you. You see, I am much more tolerant than you think... right? ?”

"If I were the 'considerate' and 'behaved' lady you call me, I should have kicked out an unruly maid long ago...or buried her under the tree next to the stable."

"It's normal that you don't understand our great ideals."

"It's like Belos doesn't understand, but he always supports me..."

Theresa couldn't bear it anymore: "That's because I love you."

"Yes, you love me," Qiao Celine glanced at the sulking man who was walking away, and felt funny in her heart: "But some feelings are greater than love and more worthy of pursuit - love is only the most insignificant among them. A kind of…”

Teresa sneered coldly: "I don't know, madam, that there are big and small differences in 'love'."

Jocelyn was surprised: "Money has to be divided into different sizes, Tereza, why not love? When choosing coins, everyone knows that a pound is worth more than a shilling, right?"

"It is precisely because love is different from money that love is precious." Teresa lowered her eyes.

"You are wrong, my maid. Love is as precious as money." Jocelyn lowered her head and fiddled with the sleepy girl, her daughter, with her index finger a few times.

Then, he sighed heavily.

"I'll find a way to cure Betty."

She took another step forward, as if to avoid Bellows' ears further.

"...take care of my husband and wait until I come back. If you are willing to give him a child..."

Teresa seemed to hear some explosion and took a step back in shock.

"I'm just a maid, ma'am."

Qiao Celin looked at her steadily for a while.

Shake his head slightly.

"If you can't open the lock on your heart... you will never get what you want."

Theresa was annoyed: "At least I will always be with Mr. Taylor."

"You're right about that."

Jocelin smiled: "But that's all you can do, maid. His love belongs to me."

Teresa did not push back, but only sent Beatrice forward.

Unfortunately, Qiaocelin did not continue to look at her daughter. She turned around, went to Belos, hugged him, and kissed him.

"Farewell, my love."