The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 102 Ch.101 Mystical Organs and Top Secret Paths

Mystical organ.

Miss Nina's gift, it gave Roland almost everything.

But Roland only had a vague understanding of it.

Ms. Nina...

Will he and Cherry get along well in his own memories?
Roland pursed his lips and said, "Last time, Xiandel mentioned that only ritualists with high rings or carrying mystical organs can have the title..."

"Your Excellency Xiao."

Someone said proudly: "Do you think you chose the title yourself? Stupid boy, you don't know how great an honor it is."

But you were dismissive last time.

Fernandez cleared his throat a few times and glared at Roland: "Are you still listening?"

"Mystical Organ," he wiped his mouth with the heel of his palm, "This is a power independent of the Great Path and the Code."

"Any creature that has mastered the 'secret' may be able to condense an 'organ', that is, a 'mysterious condensate'."

"We use these organs through rituals..."

"It's just what you thought."

Fernandez asked: "Why do you think it is called an 'organ'?"

Roland pretended to be confused: "...will it become a part of our body?"

"That's right." Fernandez smiled: "For example..."

"You have obtained a mystical organ."

"But those are alien lungs."

"I'm going to throw up."

"oh…"

"etc…"

"etc!"

“I thought of a fun one.”

"Roland, tell me, if someone gets a female alien..."
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I don't want to hear your funny and dirty words.

"Aha! You know what I'm going to say!"
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do not know.

Roland curled his lips secretly, feeling very lucky that Miss Nina left him the eyes instead of anything else: "So, you have one?"

Fernandez nodded: "I have. To be honest, if you are smart and perceptive enough, you should have thought that you have seen the "secret organ" a long time ago..."

"That's not me I'm talking about."

The words emerged.

"Hint: Evil Bat."

Roland guessed it too.
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Enid.
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Ms. Enid's scarred hand...?
"Bingo~"

Fernandez said: "That would take very, very, very luck..."

"Or you have to be very, very, very rich..."

“No, often money can’t buy it.”

He said: "I can assure you that most ritualists are not qualified to dream of a secret organ before the high ring. That is an opportunity that only the lucky ones can get a glimpse of. Do you know how I got this organ?"

"We spent two years tracking down a xenomorph."

"Owlbeast."

Fernandez was mysterious, his eyebrows raised: "... a dangerous creature born from the sleep world, like a feathered bear. The wingspan alone is more than ten feet, and it can control the wind. We have been chasing it for two years..."

"The result is: not only did we find it, but after killing it, we were lucky enough to discover a mysterious condensate from it..."

Owlbeast.

Roland had never heard of it.

"So, you know how I got my title."

Fernandez blew for a long time and finally found the expression he wanted on Roland's face.

Surprise, admiration.

This was more refreshing than taking a big gulp of cold, sour beer. Roland was curious: "Your mystical organ... is the power to kill that alien?"

"Yes, but I have to remind you," Fernandez said with a gloomy look, "This is a taboo, Roland. It's not for the executive officer, and it's not for the ring... sometimes... either. But strange objects and secret organs are absolutely taboo... No one will tell others their trump cards."

"For ritualists, a secret organ can often determine the outcome of a battle, and can even allow the holder to fight across rings—"

After saying this, he began to warn Roland again.

"I'm not talking about your death-defying cross-ring... You almost died last time, you know that?"

Roland obediently promised the captain that there would not be a next time.

Fernandez curled his lips: "...Anyway, don't expect such a lucky thing to happen to you."

"Do you know how many people in the Inquisition have mystical organs?"

Since it was so precious, Roland guessed that it wouldn't be too much.

"Ten? Twenty?"

Fernandez chose his words very carefully: "Let me tell you, without mentioning the hidden things, as far as I know..."

He held up his fingers. "Three."

"Only three?"

"'Talent'? Thank you! There aren't many people in the entire church who have it!"

"Now, you know how rare it is."

Roland rolled up the oil paper into a ball, put it in the mouth of the fried fish in the basket, and pushed it in with his finger: "So, humans... I mean, how many 'organs' can our bodies accommodate?"

Fernandez has a weird expression:
"How many?"

"You mean something like 'I have too many gold pounds, can the bank hold all of them?' You must be kidding. If there is another mystical organ to trade, there will definitely be people willing to pay thousands of pounds..."

“But who will sell it?”

"Will you sell it, Roland?"

"Roland Collins sneered, dug out his own eyeball with his fingers, and threw it at Fernandez de Winson's face!"

"'Do you think I will sell it?'"

"'Look at what this is! You ignorant fool!'"
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You are more suited to work in the theatre than I am.
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Too much drama.

"No, I just want to ask in theory..." Roland still wanted to know.

Since one of his rituals required a 'mystical organ', this made him think more.

Second Ring Road, Third Ring Road, Fourth Ring Road...

Next, if this is the case...

He himself is so valuable.

"In theory? That would require the use of Lady Daisy, the true hero of mankind who once caused the gods to fall asleep, as the standard." Fernandez recalled this legendary figure who was imprinted in poems and doctrines: "It is said that she possesses six mystical organs... It is just said."

Six…?
If every mystical organ is the same as my "everything is brilliant"...

Six mystical organs.

"That must be an extremely terrifying force."

"It's scarier than you can imagine," Fernandez said.

In his understanding, it was normal for Roland to inquire about the secret organ.

When I was promoted to the first level, I also thought about this:
For example, you might pick up one on the road; you might fall into a secret cave and get one; or you might be chosen by a high-level ritualist who, seeing your extraordinary talent, gives you one as a legacy...

Young people always have this kind of unrealistic heroic fantasy like in knight novels.

Very normal.

Slowly he will understand what the secret organ means:
Once this precious mysterious condensate is used, it is difficult to precipitate it again, even if the carrier is killed. Therefore, a complete, even if poorly effective, mystical organ can be used to hire a high-level ritualist to a limited extent.

It is the crown jewel, the secret path to greatness.

"If you want to know about these, or anything else interesting, I can recommend a place for you."

While eating and drinking, Fernandez told Roland a secret that was not really a secret.

"Do you know the homeless camp?"

(End of this chapter)