The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 253: The Great Whirlpool Station

"Holy marrow?"

Fernandez wiped his mouth and placed a few empty snail shells in front of him.

At first, the captain avoided these local specialties and howled, "Let me eat? You might as well kill me!"

After a few days, it became: 'Give me another bite.'

He loved the tender and juicy meat served with rich tomato sauce and red wine.

"So you think there's something wrong with that Cromwell - David Cromwell."

He put down his fork and thought for a moment after listening to Roland repeat Rebecca's words:
"Well, you did it?"

Roland: ...

Shandel: ...

A dishonest captain doesn't deserve to have decent teammates.

"Roland came out as soon as he finished talking, Captain Devinson. After all, I'm still waiting for him in the carriage." Shandel slowly cut the steak in front of him, cutting the whole piece into fine pieces, raised his head, and his smile became more and more intense: "What do you mean by 'done'?"

That stare made Fernandez very uncomfortable.

He winked at Roland.

Fernandez: It's your turn to speak, kid.

Roland: I am blind.

Fernandez: ...

"Well, I mean, Roland, good job!"

"I should."

Fernandez looked at Roland and then at Shandel, and rolled his eyes inwardly.

That's amazing, Collins.

Charming.

but…

I was this good looking when I was young too.

Probably.

"I visited a local ritualist yesterday. To be honest, the distribution of beliefs in this city is better than I thought." The three men got down to business.

The reason why it is said to be "good" is that under the pressure of the church, almost all the people believe in the Father of All Things.

"If what you say about the 'holy marrow' is true, then I understand why."

If there was something powerful enough to allow a person to survive in water for several minutes, to allow broken limbs to heal within two to three weeks, to make a person stronger and more robust - this was almost equivalent to the grand ceremony on the road of "judgment".

Only the Sword of Judgment has such power.

And in Bristol—

Ordinary citizens can do it?

No wonder faith is so centralized.

Unbelievable.

"We have to send a new letter," Fernandez said with a heavy heart, "a letter that doesn't go through David Cromwell and the church."

"We already did that last night."

"Well done, Roland, Kratov. Now, come with me to revisit the high ring of this city... Yesterday, I also happened to discover something strange..."

Hopefully it's not the worst.

In the tavern at the port.

Three men stood up from the corner.

"Oh, by the way, should we try the effect of the holy marrow?" Fernandez suddenly remembered something, looked around the tavern several times, found a fisherman who was enjoying lunch alone, and walked over.

Gave him a slap on the back of the head.

"Hey, you look exactly like my illegitimate child."

…………

……

The sun shines on the golden flower gallery, and the wind blows up the green silk curtains.

Big whirlpool.

A rather "mysterious" sect to Roland - they are not like the First Crown God: the Father of All Things who has countless "merciful" and "just" believers; nor are they like the Eighth Crown God: the Lord of the White Crown of the Wasteland - anyone who is alive cannot avoid death in the end, and cannot avoid dealing with these people;

The Maelstrom is different.

The second crown god: Eve.

His followers rarely go around 'preaching' like the followers of the Holy Cross.

They worship nature and believe that all living things are equal. They believe that everything is born from nature and will return to nature.

The god representing nature, the goddess who controls the four seasons, is the manifestation of the rules of spring breeze, winter snow, summer prosperity and autumn withering, and the law governing the operation of the world.

He is neither merciful nor malicious.

Those who invest in the rules will roll from the starting point to the end point together with the rules;
Those who do not follow the rules will be crushed into powder by this huge and invisible wheel.

The Maelstrom, or the Second Crown God, has two paths: "The Unfading One" and "The Herd".

Fernandez said that this group of people is in some ways more 'troublesome' than the Inquisition's executive officers.

You will understand when you experience it yourself.

Bristol's Whirlpool is located on the edge of the city, not far from the shipping port.

Strange green plants climb all over the blue bricks, but the interior of the majestic and heavy building does not seem as luxurious or sacred as the Court of Inquisition: it is like a greenhouse with plenty of sunlight, or an eternal garden of flowers for the entertainment of lazy owners.

It is hard to imagine that in this damp location with constant salty winds blowing, the ritualists could create a "beautiful dream" that is far away from the world and blooms in the waking world.

beautiful.

The pictures Roland saw suddenly made him understand the world as seen by those world-famous painters.

What they saw must have been as colorful and splendid as it is now.

"I've been to Palojemed, Fernandez. I heard that it's also a property of the Maelstrom."

When the three people entered through the main gate, there was no one to greet them.

An emerald green vine swayed, slowly pointing its branches towards a flower corridor.

A flower gallery hung with green curtains.

"To be precise, they belong to the Giant Bear Nobility, but the Great Whirlpool has a partial stake in it. These wild dogs are inseparable. If you provoke one, you will provoke a whole group of them—"

Fernandez said, looking around.

A teasing voice suddenly came from behind the curtain.

"Yeah, just like you executives, right?"

The woman chuckled softly, like a curtain swaying in the wind, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, I was talking about the past, not this pile of garbage now."
-
It seems we are not welcome.

"Listen to what that big fool said."

The woman behind the veil was not tall, or rather, she was relatively short among the women Roland had ever seen.

She was wearing a long dress with a green background and dead leaf patterns, standing in the flower bed behind a curtain.

Some birds were flying around her.

Her light brown hair shone brightly in the sunlight falling on the patio.

Her skin was green, and some deeper blood vessels branched and gathered under her skin like vines, dense and hideous.

This is the power brought by the ring of "The Immortal".

……

"Light Eater (One Ring)"

"Vine: The skin will appear green under strong light, and the veins will be clearly visible."

"Through sunlight, the ritualists can obtain the nutrients necessary for survival and survive for a short period of time in desperate situations. Food and water are no longer necessities. They all have vigorous vitality."

……

"Good day, nature walker."

Fernandez was embarrassed for less than a second before he grinned and saluted with his hand on his chest: "I am from London, an official executive of the Inquisition."

The woman was not surprised at all. Her eyes, which were covered with green veins, moved around, staying on Roland and Shandel's faces for a moment before returning to Fernandez.

"Of course, of course. The flame of the Benefactor, the holy sword. As soon as you and your brothers and sisters entered the city, you naturally told me about it."

Her voice was as clear as the birds flying around her.

"You're here for the angels, aren't you?"

(End of this chapter)