The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 243 Ch.242 David Cromwell
Bristol Coast.

Even in winter, the taste is salty and fishy.

When the train stopped, the ceremonial attendants who were to receive them were already waiting at the station.

He brought two apprentices with him, wearing turtlenecks with a gold cross on the collar that showed through their black windbreakers: they were about the same age as Fernandez, neither tall nor thin, with blond hair, and the flesh on both sides of their eyes drooped a little, and they had a lot of wrinkles when they smiled.

"David Cromwell."

The man under the streetlight was extremely enthusiastic. He quickly told his apprentice to take the two suitcases, and then shook hands with Roland and Fernandez respectively.

He was the senior priest of the local Holy Cross, and of course, due to Bristol's location, the rank of regional senior priest was considered 'normal'.

The Way of the Saints.

Fifth ring: Bonfire.

"The same path as mine, Roland." Shandel and Roland fell at the end of the team.

The Saint's Road only gradually showed its aggressiveness when it reached the fifth ring.

"Spark": Use sparks to attack, defend, or heal some injuries, suppress curses or negative states. Using your own flesh and blood and vitality as fuel will make the sparks more vigorous.

“I don’t really like this path…”

Roland followed the apprentice's lead and passed through the simple, roofless station.

An even stronger fishy smell hit my nose.

"No, I should say that I don't really like the word 'sacrifice'."

This was the case with the last "Blood of Heaven" and this time's "Spark".

"One day, you will see the glory of our Lord in things you don't understand, Roland." Shandel held the silver cross on his chest, his eyes slightly lowered: "And the saints, the sufferers whose minds were opened by the Father - we suffer in the world, purify our souls, and serve in heaven."

Roland nodded and continued, "…This is the call of our Lord to believers, revealing the way of life to the Lamb."

"Correct, Roland."

Shandel narrowed his eyes. "You have given up part of your faith, which is a great progress. When you witness and experience it, you will firmly believe that any life can be changed by the Father, and any situation can be peaceful. The Father is the truth, the life, and the way. If you don't believe, no one can get to Him."

Roland pursed his lips and silently boarded the carriage with the help of his apprentice.

Can some people go to heaven?

Can Cherie go?
The Book of Eden mentions: If you have wisdom, you should worship your father; if you have wealth, you should worship your father; if you have strength, you should worship your father.

Cherry has wealth and wisdom.

She should be able to go.

After all, Chapter 6 also mentions: There is no difference between men and women; both are created by the Father; and both are commanded by the Father to do different works; and both are sent by the Father to the world.

She should be able to go...

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Heaven.
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What heaven is like, spanner.

"You'll know when you die."
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I'm so glad you didn't say I was going to hell.

"That depends on which ruler of these two places prefers cats or dogs."
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It's so contradictory. I don't want to be separated from you.

"Who the hell are you calling a dog?"

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Bristol by the sea! Bristol by the sea!
Bristol for long-legged girls! Bristol for sailors!
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you mention this city?

"Oysters, I suppose?"

David Cromwell was a talkative man.

Not only was he gentle in his words, but unlike those extreme followers of the Holy Cross, he always answered questions gently.

He was indeed quite old, but his face did not show the tiredness of age. He was full of energy and talked eloquently throughout the journey, introducing the customs and interesting stories of the city to the three of them. His tone was not old-fashioned, and he could talk to young people.

"Of course, you are right." Fernandez's answer is also the answer of many first-time tourists.

Pastor David smiled and said: "I am very happy to recommend some good places to eat oysters to my brothers and sisters, but what I want to talk about is not oysters, but the "Balloon Festival." The citizens of Bristol have a unique way to offer their faith to the gods they worship.

Balloon Festival.

Every March, August and December, citizens will make some "special" balloons, write their beliefs and piety on them in a unique way, and then release them into the sky. It is said that a very small number of devout ones can be heard by the gods.

Most of the balloons pointed toward the All-Father, while a few left a spiral symbol, which was Eve.

"Pagans." Xiandel, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but say, "...These ignorant people still believe in that false god."

Fernandez agreed with what Shandel said.

He also believed that except for the All-Father, all others were false gods.

Interestingly, David Cromwell's reaction was not as 'intense' as these two - he expressed understanding.

"Eve's little ritual can calm the sea, so that the men who have been fighting the waves for a long time will not get lost in the endless sea. I understand their approach, but as you said, dear Saint, before life is touched by God the Father, people can firmly and proudly declare that they have all kinds of beliefs."

“But once He comes, all preconceived ideas will be shattered.”

The word "saint" instantly made the carriage quieter.

"Forward, Saint, Alternate, Mr. Cromwell, my brother." Shandel smiled: "I am not pure enough, not wise enough, and it is difficult for my father to have mercy on me."

She pressed her legs together and earnestly asked David not to call her that word again.

However, he and his apprentice only bowed and saluted silently to Shandel.

The carriage drove into the city.

Even at night, they can see "little clouds" floating above every household through the dim lights - that is, various kinds of balloons.

Different colors, different patterns.

But silver and green are mostly.

One represents the Holy Cross and the other represents Eve, the goddess of nature.

"You can go to the square during the day. There are many people there."

After Shandel responded, he let Fernandez take over the conversation.

He asked a lot of questions about "angels", but was told by the pastor that they had never seen angels again after the letter was sent.

"For five consecutive days, people saw the pure white wings every night." David pondered for a moment and replied, "I sent a letter to the Holy Cross. But after the letter left, the 'angel' before seemed like an illusion..."

“It never reappeared.”

Fernandez frowned.

Disappeared?
"I have sent people to investigate, Mr. Devinson, and I promise: if there is any trace, I should be able to find it."

Speaking of this 'elusive angel', David Cromwell and the two apprentices beside him all looked helpless - it was obvious that they had been busy with this matter for quite a while.

Got nothing.

"We have interrogated all five people who discovered the angel..."

Speaking of which.

Roland suddenly realized something.

David Cromwell was a clergyman, a man of the church.

So was the apprentice beside him.

Then...

What about the Bristol executive?

Where are the executors of the Inquisition in this city?
"What did the executive say?" Roland's question made David on the other side look bitter.

He first glanced at Fernandez, and when he saw that the man did not refuse, he sighed and told Roland a name.

(End of this chapter)