The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 252: Holy Marrow
"…These people who claim to 'punish evil' have no trace of punishment, but only keep evil."

“What do you want me to think of that organization?”

"The excretion site of the Father of All Things?"

She held back her words, using profanity, insults, and everything in between, as if she had a deep dissatisfaction with the Inquisition.

Roland couldn't help feeling a little strange.

She could hate her father if he had caused all this;
She could hate those guests who hurt her.

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Tribunal?
"I'm just talking casually. You won't burn me to death, right?" Rebecca stopped talking, winked playfully, and looked back at the wall clock: "It's still early, although this little time is enough for a few rounds of comfort."

Roland said, "I want to ask you something else, but I'm afraid you don't know. The Holy Cross, the local Holy Cross."

Rebecca's face brightened instantly: "Oh, I know it very well, sir."

"Just as it's hard to find a face as handsome as yours in the whole country, it's also hard to find guests as 'rigorous' as them in the whole country."

Rebecca told Roland that these pious white-robed guests always came to this street in the afternoon.

Eat and drink, talk with prostitutes about life, politics, world events and the future, ambitions, faith, the great father of all things...

Then do what they should do.

Some people have unique quirks (which I won't discuss here), but they can always find a place on this street to satisfy their quirks.

The only thing that is the same is:

It's seven o'clock.

They will all disappear.

Even if it was 6:59, and this person was just a few steps away from meeting the Father of All, he would still pull away and flee - in reality it would not be that tight.

As soon as six o'clock, or even five o'clock, the monks were ready to leave.

That's why Rebecca said she had never seen such a 'strict' guest.

"I don't know. Holy Cross actually has the rule of 'praying on time at 7 o'clock'?"

She asked curiously.

Roland shook his head.

Followers of the Holy Cross never pray at night.

He is the Father of all things, the Benefactor, the first ray of light - the lamp at night, the sun, and the deity to whom believers pray during the day.

night?

Ordinary citizens don't mind it, for example, they may say a few words before having a meal or during a casual conversation.

But the followers of the Holy Cross, who truly work and live in the Church, would never make such a stupid and blasphemous mistake.

Back in Falkland, back when Thales Collins was still alive, Rose had warned him:
No one prays to the Father of all in the evening, at night.

Later, facts proved that his father was indeed a cultist.

Then...

What on earth were these Christians, led by David Cromwell, doing?
If even a prostitute knew this, it was impossible for David Cromwell, as the senior pastor, not to know it.

and so.

Who are they praying to?
Or, returning to church at 7 o'clock, not to pray.

But something else...what?
"Tell me more about them," Roland said in a gentle voice. He adjusted his sitting position and felt that he had come to the right place tonight. "Or tell me about the strange, unusual, and rare things you know. If you are willing to talk, I am willing to listen."

Rebecca looked at the hazy face in the moonlight and said with a silly smile: "If I were still able to see blood, I would definitely pursue you shamelessly..."

Roland smiled and responded with corresponding respect: "You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen."

Rebecca insisted: "So which one is it?"

As soon as she asked, she didn't wait for Roland to answer, but put her index finger in front of her lips with a sly look on her face.

"Don't tell me, dear, just tell me who's in front of me."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "My snake."

Rebecca: ...

She was silent for only a few breaths, then immediately began to tease: "You'd better say 'snake', sir."

Roland: “It’s a snake.”

Rebecca: "Your 'snake' is prettier than me?"

Roland: “It’s really beautiful.”

Rebecca: "Let me take a look?" Roland: "It's sleeping."

Rebecca: "I know. I'm aware that men's snakes are usually asleep - can I kiss it awake?"

"You really hook up with people wherever you go."

A few obscenities were exchanged, and the conversation returned to Bristol, its citizens, and its festivals.

Rebecca told Roland that she didn't know how the Holy Cross was doing in other places, but in Bristol, it was almost a "universal belief" - the Cult of the Dead (The Ring of Eternal Silence) and the Harbor Whistle (The Great Whirlpool) were not as good as it.

Of course, the Maelstrom is better.

After all, some sailors and fishermen who make a living from the sea also believe in Eve.

Simultaneously.

"You heard that a few days ago, there was a..."

"Angel." Rebecca continued, "I heard that someone saw it with their own eyes, right? You are not here for this, are you?"

In addition, she told Roland something absolutely important.

"The citizens won't tell outsiders, sir. If you pay a few more cents..." Rebecca showed a look similar to her father's: "Then I will tell you an absolute secret - if you ask yourself, it will take at least half a month."

Roland took out two coins and placed them on the table.

The secret is shrouded in fog.

Two more.

Faintly visible.

Two more.

The secret is no longer a secret.

"Holy Marrow"

she says.

This is a gift bestowed upon Bristol by the Holy Cross alone, a gift not available to citizens of other towns.

"Exclusively?"

Roland frowned: "I've never heard of the Holy Marrow - what is that?"

Holy marrow?

The flames in his eyes jumped a few times.

"Could it be 'holy water', just with an accent."
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Shut up honey.

"It is said that it can enhance one's physical fitness, which is not uncommon, sir. Those who have taken the 'holy marrow' have reported many stories about this - for example, a broken arm healed in just a few weeks; falling from a height was only scratched; falling into the water, unable to swim, but holding on for several minutes until rescued..."

“The Holy Marrow is a good thing.”

"The priest said it was a gift from the All-Father to Bristol through the Holy Cross."

This sounds...

More like the Grand Ritual "Sword of Judgment"?
Rebecca lowered her head and snapped her nails, saying in a calm tone, "If you want to check, just find someone with a cross hanging outside his room and let him punch you. You'll know the answer - they're very strong."

When the word "cross" was mentioned, Roland suddenly realized that there was also a cross hanging in her room.

Just a little special:

The mottled iron cross looked as if it had been burned by flames.

"My father, who is a big businessman, gave it to me." When she saw Roland turn his head, she knew what he was looking at. "Many people have asked about it. I don't spend even a penny more to replace the new cross - how much money can I make every day? Please be kind and spare us."

Roland looked solemn.

Holy Marrow…

He had never heard of any place that had a "special gift".

After Saint Delis, the gods fell asleep.

This gift is not from God at all.

It can only be a human.

In other words, someone who wants to be God.

"Have you taken it?" Roland adjusted his sitting position slightly. "It's a gift that can enhance one's physical fitness."

Rebecca sneered: "I don't have the money to buy that thing. I think it's just like some 'contraceptive trick'."

Roland stared at her expression, which did not seem fake, thinking.

(End of this chapter)