Chapter 664 Ch663 The Beheading Club
Chapter 664 Ch.663 The Beheaded Club
The "Decapitation Club" was founded by a private alliance.
At first it was just a kind of croquet or poker club similar to those on Regent Street used to spend leisure time. The people it welcomed were mostly gentlemen who were closer to the League and were "unemployed"——
That is, rich people who can always keep their private lives unclear without having to work.
No matter whether there are new-school rich people or old-school rich people.
Salons are often held here, and bands are hired to play music for these young or older children who think they are young to spend time, connect with each other, and discuss whether they can do other bad things together besides what they are doing now——
Later, ritualists gradually joined in.
This is a big change.
Because what ritualists care about is different from what mortals care about.
Ever since (it is said) a certain ritualist talked about strange things in the salon, claiming that he had obtained a special item that could make men forever strong and majestic, and at the same time, mortals could also use it - this elegant and exquisite place became the next moment. Even more noisy and lively than the port fish market.
This is undoubtedly a good start and a standard example.
Soon, with the efforts of all parties, the "Decapitated Club" became an auction club that only members of the "Private Alliance" could participate in - of course, it also held wine tastings from time to time, or activities to satisfy people's various hobbies, but...
Overall, it's an auction.
An auction club that mixes mortals and ritualists, with all kinds of strange objects up for auction.
The only thing that hasn't changed is that it's getting tighter with time.
——Participants must be members of the "Private Alliance" or be personally recommended by alliance members.
Roland doesn't know the grading system in the private league, but I'm afraid there is a limit to the number of recommendations. What's particularly interesting is that the "Decapitated Club" does not review the identity of each recommended person.
In other words, each member's recommendation quota means a lot of gold pounds.
When you are lucky enough to become a member of the "Private Alliance" and obtain the not-so-many recommendation quota, there will definitely be a large number of mortals who want to obtain and experience the "great power" and come to your door with gold bags scattered along the way.
This can be exchanged for money.
at the same time.
You can also give it to a cultist, or someone with ill intentions towards the Alliance, in exchange for a greater benefit - as long as this benefit is worth starting a hopeless escape and spending yourself miserable within a month. life.
Private alliances recognize such behavior and never check whether the identity of the recommended person is problematic: for example, whether he or she is a cultist, a wanted criminal, a spy from another country, etc...
Just like the name of the club: "Decapitated".
This is a very real and sincere self-deprecation by the creator.
‘Live for greed, die for greed. ’
In the smooth and quiet carriage, Rose silently chanted a certain doctrine of the "Secret Scroll".
Her father is James Shelley, so the 'guarantee line' will be longer.
In other words, if Rose has a child now and grows to fifteen or sixteen years old, then James Shelley's guarantee line will be one inch longer - as long as the old gentleman himself still has enough weight, his Future generations have such rights.
not to mention.
The entry status and recommendation quota of a club are not worth mentioning at all.
"Otherwise, climbing to the 'gold coin' would not have been in vain."
Rose rested her elbows on the table, cupping her chin, her eyes distracted.
Ever since she got in the car, she had been staring at Roland absentmindedly, not paying attention to what he said - sometimes, eyes and other organs just can't work together.
"Gold coins? Just like the 'high seat' of a blue-blood noble?"
Rose: Look.
"So, the next lower level should be silver coins?"
Rose: Stare.
"Then copper coins and iron coins?"
Rose: In a daze.
"Miss Vansittart."
Roland patted the sick girl gently in front of her eyes, which made her angry: "Can you stop talking, Roland?"
Roland:?
"What did you say?"
"I said, don't talk." Rose pushed Roland's shoulder hard and asked him to lean back. Then, she commanded: "Like me, yes, hold your chin... look out the window, look, it's not completely Look, slightly to the side...Yes, leave your profile to me..."
"Yes...don't move...don't move...and don't talk..."
"Just today."
"Lillian Rose Vansittart discovered the secrets hidden beneath the earth, the truths hidden in the mysteries that mortals cannot penetrate—"
"'It would be great if Roland Collins was mute.'"
"then"
"The gears of fate begin to turn..."
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I want to punch your gears hard.
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"well."
"You really don't understand amorous feelings."
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Then give your charm a hard punch.
Roland rolled his eyes.
"I think we have a lot of time to see each other before I die or you go blind." Even so, Roland still maintained the posture of holding his chin on the side of his face, allowing the light behind the glass to divert from the bridge of his nose. The favored side leaves a fluttering light spot.
"I'm not looking at you..." Rose curled her lips: "The turquoise hair ring Halida gave you is so beautiful... That's all."
"How do you know I didn't match it myself?"
"You?" Rose sneered: "I doubt you have even changed a few gray hairbands. Or, be more retro and buy a wig, Roland."
As she said this, her eyes barely lingered on the turquoise hair ring.
She knew exactly what she was looking at.
This boy who came from the country has finally, like this pearl-like city, gradually gained his own attractive luster as time goes by.
Having a thoughtful servant makes such a big difference.
"I suddenly don't want to take you with me now."
The girl muttered without a trace.
The qualifications or desires in her heart forced her to become the most greedy businessman. Even if she couldn't cover the treasure with her inflexible body like a seal, she still had to try again and again.
"If you don't want to invite someone, you shouldn't mention it to him," Roland looked at the building passing behind him and said softly, "For example, Xander."
Rose 'specifically' told Xander that she invited Roland to go on a date at the "Decapitated Club" - and then said that she still had room available, but she forgot to invite her and would have to wait until next time.
Clearly intentional.
"It's great if she's so angry." The girl gathered up the embroidery on her long skirt, revealing the tips of her two small shoes that were bumping back and forth. "The seats in the 'Decapitated Club' are not cheap. I will tell her next time, but I forgot again. "
In fact, Xander Kratof is not short of this spot.
Even if the admission fee is high.
For 'Kratofer', maybe there is no need to spend money.
Rose herself knew that this would not completely stop Xander - but as long as she was angry, she would be happy.
"I'm afraid that little puddle of venom isn't angry at all."
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She would just be angry with me.
"I'm furious with you."
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So no matter how these two eldest ladies fight, I will be the unlucky one in the end, right?
"Unfortunately."
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Shut up.