The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 105 Ch.104 Evil Thoughts and Qualifications

She shook her tied pockets.

It was like some kind of signal that only people living here could understand, and the crowd rushed forward!
Roland immediately raised his gun and swept the muzzle through the crowd.

However, Shandel raised his hand and pressed down the muzzle of Roland's gun.

"Come on, Collins. They are all children who have gone through so much hardship in their lives..."

She opened her arms and waited for the timid girl to fall into her arms. Then she stroked her head again and again, with endless tenderness on her face: "Look, look. They know why I'm here."

"I have good intentions and the mercy of the benefactor."

"They know exactly what's going on."

“This child is so pitiful…”

Roland began to frown.

He grew up in such an environment, but he didn't know that he was as noble and kind as Sandel Kratov said.

Click click click…

Blah blah blah...

This is the sound of a paper bag being opened.

However, Shandel did not distribute food to the poor around him as Roland had thought, nor did he do as he had thought - performing an ordinary sacrament.

No.

she…

He raised his arms forward, and then turned his pockets upside down.

The bread and sausages that had been cut long ago fell into the mud like rain.

It landed in front of her boots.

Roland was stunned.

Then, a hellish whisper sounded in my ears.

"Uh-huh-huh."

She shook her hair, and her blooming smile was filled with layers of weird and crazy looks, completely covering up her usual cuteness and gentleness.

"suck…"

The short scale sounded like a whistle, ordering the humans and dogs to crawl into the mud.

"suck…"

Like the mumbling from a dream, a psychedelic and sacred voice, a pious and noble tone.

"suck…"

It is a spell that tempts the hungry, and it is countless trembling invisible chains.

Fresh food is dumped into the filthiest morass.

Reach out and pocket.

He threw it towards the sky like crazy.

Then, the clinking copper coins flew out of his hands, flew all over the sky, and then fell like rain.

The crowd seemed to have received some instructions.

Some people quickly grabbed sausages and dug coins out of the mud and stuffed them into any place that could hold things;

Some children knelt on the ground, picked up bread crumbs mixed with mud and water and stuffed them into their mouths, regardless of whether there were stones or copper coins in them. They ate until their mouths were full of blood and their teeth were broken, but they were happy to do it.

Their bones creaked and their facial skin tore, revealing the hideous pointed snouts and deformed cheekbones beneath the skin.

They gathered around the rose, looking up at her triumphant and sinister face, her crazy and wanton smile.

They were like wild animals that she had tamed.

This hell of eternal punishment is their beast pen.

“Sublime.”

She whispered softly.

'Sublime'.

The herd followed silently.

"mercy."

She stood on tiptoes.

'mercy…'

The beasts were mumbling incoherently.

“Our most sincere belief…”

'Belief…'

"Dedicated to the Most High Benefactor."

"The benefactor..."

"Father of all!"

She put her heels down and walked forward step by step. The herd of beasts submerged her ankles and calves like the sea, surrounding her and blending into the night step by step, into the squirming blood and flesh mud.

She still held her hands high, smiling gently, her face full of holiness.

The believers followed on their prostrations.

She was like a saint who came to the world in glory, holding a scepter.

Or the devoted person who is closest to the blazing sun in the clouds, the bishop who bears the holy stole.

Her voice was hazy and distant, but her eyes were bright and passionate.

She listened to the repeated calls of "Father of All Things" and looked at the docile male and female animals at her feet. She saw them digging in the mud with their claws, nudging their boots with their mouths, and sticking out their tongues.

Licking the bread crumbs off the surface of his boots.

just now.

Her boots were shiny again.

Like new. Really beautiful.

"Don't fight over it, dear..."

She walked lightly, sometimes pointing at the fighting and tearing, sometimes bending down and gently stroking their heads, making them emit animal-like "oh" or "woo" growls or whimpers from their throats...

The scene before him made Roland shudder.

The groaning and laughter seemed like a tragic hymn floating above the animal pen.

Zhang's beautiful face reflected in Roland's eyes suddenly cracked into a criss-crossing spider web, with thick smoke and evil fire in the cracks, fangs growing, and tears of blood flowing.

She turned around and looked at Roland with a compassionate face amid the crowd.

"The kindness of the benefactor is displayed under the sky by the agent..."

"You should thank your benefactor, Collins."

She was wearing a long dress, which looked eerie and scary.

It was finally completely dark.

…………

……

From East District to West District.

It's a long way to go.

After the 'holy service' was over, they retraced their steps and found the car waiting on the side of the road.

In the carriage tent, Shandel was busy finishing his daily homework, while Roland was watching the flames dancing in his eyes.

"What did I say?"

Roland was silent.

Like the wrench just mentioned.

If the Path of Holy Flame requires mercy, then...

What does it take to follow the path of Shandel Kratov?
The two of them spent this journey in silence.

Only when he was about to arrive did Xiandel stop meditating and praying.

She seemed to know that she had scared her teammates today, so she raised her hand playfully and waved at the stunned young man.

Her light gray hair swayed in the wind, and her voice was clear: "Are you scared, Collins?"

Roland: "No. I just don't understand."

Shandel seemed very tolerant, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and whispered softly:
"Just like I don't understand why some executioners would rather burn their mothers, wives, and sons with holy flames than throw them into prison to bathe in the glory of the Holy Father and cleanse their sinful hearts..."

"Perhaps decades later, his son will at least still be alive?"

"Why do you have to burn all your relatives and friends to death?"

This is the court's consistent approach.

Let fire judge instead of the sword.

Xiandel suddenly remembered something: "Oh, maybe I should let you know the price you have to pay for the path of sainthood."

Her eyes and brows were gentle, and after putting on the mask again, she became a gentle, lovely and extremely talented devout believer.

“It’s evil thoughts.”

she says.

"This is a scar that is better than other roads."

Seeing that Roland remained silent, Shandel showed a disapproving expression:

"Who do you think they are, Collins? I know your origin, and you ought to know it. If you give them nothing to do but money and food, they will become lazy and gluttonous--that's why they are poor, isn't it?"

Roland, who came from an orphanage, didn't want to engage in meaningless arguments on this topic.

"So, we need to make them do something in exchange for 'rewards', improve the moral character of these inferior people, and make them grateful..."

“And, of course, keep my boots looking brand new.”

As she spoke, she lifted her calf to show Roland her shiny boot.

Now, it's as good as new again.

"I'm doing this for good, can you understand?"

That’s enough.

"I don't know if you noticed, Roland."

"Fernandez said that Shandel is a genius of the younger generation of the church..."

"What is a genius?"
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Someone who can sense the mystery in the shortest time and enter the sleep world and set out on the road?

"No."

"In fact, the genius they are talking about is the person who has the most 'fuel'."
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fuel?

"Like firewood."
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Aurora and Fernandez also mentioned it.
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Qualifications.

"As the ritualists of the Saint's Path, they need to use 'evil thoughts' as fuel to purify their hearts and thus propel themselves upward..."

"Tell me, Roland."

"If one embarks on the path of the Holy Flame, what kind of person can go further?"
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Have compassion.
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An immense mercy.
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Only in this way will there be enough firewood to burn, that is, enough qualifications.

"…So, what about the Saint's Path?"

"If the path of sainthood is fueled by evil thoughts,

"Chandel Kratov is also known as the most talented person of the new generation..."

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Roland felt there was no need to continue this topic.

"Do you remember that sentence?"

"'You don't choose your path, your path chooses you.'"

"It seems to me that way - the road knows you better than you know it."

(End of this chapter)