The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 246: Gift
The five people who witnessed the 'angel' were very easy to find - you could say: they were used to it.

This is not the first time that people from the church have come to inquire.

They patiently recounted what happened that day over and over again, and the characteristics matched exactly.

Fernandez was certain: it was an angel.

A summoned creature from the Path of the Saint.

"Roland, what do you think? I think we need more—"

That's only half the story.

Because the damn thing in front of him was concentrating on using a snail fork to poke the wall fish, and after gouging it out, he proudly showed off to his "teacher" that he learned quickly.

Fernandez: ...

"Roland 'Master', Kratov 'Master'."

Roland didn't even raise his head and used a fork to pick up the snail meat: "Please speak."

"Should I please teach you what we should do next——"

Roland turned his head and said, "Xindel, how do you use this shovel?"

Shandel: "Marrow shovel. Normally, we can't suck it like cavemen. Use the shovel, yes, gently, put it in along the wall, make a turn... Oh, and you can lift it out - you will always be envied if you are proficient in using this tool, Roland."

Roland: "I've never seen this thing when I was at my friend's house."

Shandel: "Either he doesn't like it, or he thinks it will hinder your friendship with him - but I still think you should learn how to use it..."

Fernandez: ...

"I have to remind you two," Lonely Mr. Bear knocked on the table, "this is public money."

Roland blinked, thought for a moment, and pushed the snail in front of him towards him: "Then you should eat it quickly. I just learned how to use the snail fork and marrow shovel. It's so interesting..."

Fernandez: "Thank you for not eating this. I was just saying, we—"

Roland: “What is this?”

Shandel: "Spoon warmer. You see, the coldness of the utensils affects the cooling speed of the food. Put warm water in here..."

Fernandez: ...

I hate going out on a mission alone.

Now there are three people in a team.

Why do I still feel like I’m on a mission alone?

Fernandez rubbed his face with his big hands: "Maybe I'm too tired recently."

Roland held up the marrow shovel and said in surprise: "You have us, Fernandez."

Shandel also leaned over, "Yes, you have us, Captain Devinson."

Fernandez felt like he had nothing.

…………

……

The "Angel Case" is indeed a difficult case.

Because it has never appeared again since it disappeared.

The church couldn't find any clues, and neither could Fernandez and his two companions.

What is its purpose, who summoned it, and what level of "saint" is the ritualist behind it?
It's hard to say.

"We have to go back to London to prepare. We also need to report the issues concerning the 'Angel' to the Chief Judge. If the timing is correct, we will return at the same time as another team of executors who have just completed their mission."

Today, David Cromwell entertained three people in the office of the senior pastor.

Fernandez talked about what happened in the past two days and talked about Ram Fiennes again.

In this regard, David Cromwell was extremely frank: "To be honest, Mr. Devinson, we have some minor disputes with the Inquisition... maybe it's because of different views, maybe it's because of different practices - but we are all bathed in the glory of the Father."

"I am not one of those people in the parliament, and I don't want to get involved in a boring war."

"I have to be frank: Bristol... no longer has an executive."

Fernandez didn't dwell on this topic for long - this matter obviously couldn't be hidden from David who lived in Bristol for many years, but he didn't want to talk about it any more, it was really embarrassing. David smiled and didn't respond, but when talking about "leaving", he advised them to stay a few more days.

This man, who looked older than Fernandez, had the same concerns as him: regarding the relationship between the Inquisition, the Church, and the Parliament of Truth - but he had to say it in front of Fernandez, Roland, and Cinder.

"I think you must know that the five rings of the Saint's Way are not too strong to hurt others. That day, when my child said that someone saw an angel, my first thought was..."

Darren looked bitter:

"Just ask for help from the Inquisition, Captain Devinson."

The head pastor of a church spoke out his true feelings in such a situation.

"I beg you to stay a little longer - if the angel appears again, I'm afraid the children and I won't be able to deal with it."

It's not that we can't deal with angels, but that we can't deal with the ritualists who can summon angels.

——Although in theory, a first-level "Saint" can also summon angels through a grand ceremony.

But is it possible?

Summoned five times in five consecutive days.

Not to mention the success rate, just calculating the materials consumed is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In the entire church, he is the only one with five rings.

The rest of the deacons are only at the second ring or even the first ring.

What can one do as part of the “Sainthood” journey?
"I do not fear death, but fear dishonors my Lord. This mysterious ritualist is not of the Church, summoning holy creatures in my parish but never showing up - I do not believe he has good intentions."

David is right.

Fernandez thought it over and agreed with him.

- They can wait for the Crows team to arrive in Bristol.

Having said that, even though the Inquisition and the Church have always had a bad relationship, that doesn’t mean that all of them are like that.

At least Fernandez had a good impression of the blond man in front of him - no roundabout nonsense, and his words were frank enough.

"That's great!" David was very happy. He stretched his arms and legs a few times, entertained them warmly, and asked a young deacon to lead them to rest.

Fernandez said he wanted to write a letter to report, and David immediately said that he could give the letter to him - he would use private channels to get the letter on the train and it would arrive in London in less than a day.

Fernandez thanked him.

Just as Roland stood up, a gust of wind blew in from the suddenly opened door.

He lifted the sleeves of the young deacon.

The flames that blew in the eyes passed through deep scars that penetrated into the bones.

That's a fresh injury.

Roland tightened the handle of his staff and asked, "...You seem injured?"

The deacon's face flashed with surprise. He immediately covered his sleeves and lowered his head, "That is a holy gift."

"What holy gift?" Roland was puzzled.

The deacon frowned at the questioning tone. He was about to turn around and scold him, but was interrupted by David with a smile: "Chatley, take good care of our guests."

Chatterley glanced at Roland angrily and said nothing more.

But Roland's left ear began to feel a series of pains like needles pricking it.

Strong malice.

from…

The butler leading the way.

Chatley.

as well as.

Behind them, David Cromwell.

Roland glanced back and found that the blond man was still holding the door, looking at them with a smile: as he walked further and further into the corridor, his smile gradually fell into the shadows.

(End of this chapter)