The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 255 Rejection
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…According to investigations, a mysterious object called "Holy Marrow" appeared in Bristol (its specific form is currently unknown).

After taking it, it can greatly improve strength, physical fitness and recovery ability.

Fernandez said it was similar to the Grand Ceremony of the Road of Judgment, the Sword of Judgment. I don’t know the exact effect, but they are indeed very powerful—

It is currently impossible to determine whether it will have other effects on the users.

At the same time, I sensed that David Cromwell and his deacons and church members had great ill will towards us.

There is currently no clue in the Angel case.

It’s festive season in Bristol.

It's cold at the seaside.

Note: The walleye and oysters are delicious and you really should try them.

Note: This letter was signed and mailed by a night worker, hidden in some unsightly petticoats (new and disposable).

Note: If you did not receive the first letter from Fernandez, it proves that there are definitely some problems with David Cromwell and his local church that we do not want to see.

Very, very tough question.

Please send support as soon as possible.

— Yours faithfully, Roland Collins.

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A room as warm as spring.

Enid held the thin letter in her hand and read it again and again - even though it was not signed, she knew it was written by Roland.

The handwriting is easy to identify.

He is not fond of ornate cursive script, nor is he keen on using the tip of his pen to draw arcs between each character to symbolize elegance.

Roland's handwriting is sharp and angular.

Like a dark blue knife in the mail from Bristol.

but…

Wall fish?

Enid laughed.

Only poor people eat it.

That person is always like this.

Even when his net worth exceeded £100,000, he still behaved the same way: he was happy to throw gold pounds all over London like flower petals, but he was very fussy about the price of a loaf of bread.

So much fun.

Like a piece of jumping, unrestrained notes played by a child who doesn't know how to play a musical instrument.

"I didn't come here to see you smiling silly at a letter, sir."

There was another sofa opposite the sofa, and sitting on it was a man who had wrapped himself up like a black bird.

He spoke slowly, sparing his words: "My time is precious."

Enid looked at the letter reluctantly, folded it carefully, and put it back into the envelope.

Only then did he look at the man in front of him.

crow.

Or Grant.

"Then go where you are supposed to go, Grant. I don't think I have any other tasks for you... Where were you supposed to go?"

"Birmingham."

The presiding judge was absent-minded, his mind was all on Bristol following the letter: "Oh, Birmingham, great, a great place, do you want to go for a trip?"

Crow looked at her gloomily for a long while, and said word by word: "It was the mission you issued before."

Suddenly it became quiet.

Enid blinked, then smiled politely, "I was just kidding, Grant."

Crow lowered his eyes: "It would be better."

After that, the room fell silent again.

But Enid was in no hurry.

"...The freak whose mother had an affair with a bear warned me before he left." Looking at the presiding judge who seemed to be lost in thought, Crow's tone became increasingly gloomy: "Angel is no small matter. If necessary, I will lead the team and go to Bristol first."

The angel symbolizes the Holy Cross.

Just as Fernandez had wondered before: Who summoned the angel? Who summoned the angel for five consecutive days?

Who is it and what does it want to do?
Crow is just like him.

I think this case is somewhat troublesome, and if something goes wrong, it will be a big deal.

He hoped to talk to Enid, perhaps postpone the mission in Birmingham, and lead the team to Bristol to support Fernandez first - there was no tribunal there, and no one recognized any executive officer.

But he didn't intend to say it directly.

Just say——

'If needed'.

But Enid refused: "No need, Grant. Just do what you should do."

If the person who said this was another person who was "supposed to be the chief judge", Crow would definitely bow his head and obey his orders. But the woman in front of him...

Too many loyal, devout, brave and fearless brothers and sisters have died because of her inaction.

Crow frowned when he thought of this, and leaned forward in his windbreaker:

"Too many executors have died in vain in the past ten years. Although the two little freaks led by the big freak are not very popular, to be honest, they are indeed the hope of the Inquisition - barely 'talented'."

"If you want them to die, at least die in London. This will make it easier for me to contact the people of the Ring of Eternal Silence and provide them with three high-quality coffins and a cemetery suitable for the eternal resting of freaks."

Enid laughed. "If you were more honest, Grant, you'd be more popular."

"As long as a knife is sharp, there is no chance for a fragile decorative sword to regret." Crow stared at Enid, trying to observe something from her expression - but he was not good at dealing with women, especially... cunning old women.

"Nothing can happen to Shandel Kratov. You should know that."

"Roland Collins, a genius sought after by almost all sects, a natural ritualist."

"Fernandez de Vinson, the titled, promising ritualist with the occult organ."

The crow read out the names of the three people in turn.

He was reminding Enid.

Remind this cold-blooded boss who never took the lives of executive officers seriously, remind her that everyone in this team is extremely important, and hope that the "change" she mentioned before is not a whim.

——After Fernandez led the team away, he should have returned to the Tribunal two days ago. If he was delayed by other things, he should have sent a letter back.

The letter does exist.

But the name that signed it was someone I had never heard of.

This undoubtedly made the Crows realize that something must have happened in Bristol.

"A letter? Oh, just something unimportant."

"So those three fools wrote someone else's name on the envelope and traveled all the way here just to tell us something 'insignificant'?" The crow sneered: "You should have told me that there was a blank piece of paper in the envelope, maybe I would have believed it."

Enid held her chin in her hand and replied with a smile: "You should try to trust your presiding judge, Grant."

Crow's face darkened: "The fact that I didn't leave with Keshihai ten years ago has already proved that I am more willing to trust you than him - but what did you do?"

Enid shook her head. "You didn't leave with Keshihai ten years ago, not because you trusted me more - it was because you were a piece of trash. Keshihai doesn't like trash."

The man responded coldly.

The fingers in the black robe gradually tightened.

"He doesn't need you, a piece of trash who is not a "judgment", it's that simple... huh? You don't really have any other unrealistic fantasies, do you?"

"Don't do this, Grant. Please admit that you are a waste and admit that you are making up a great image - don't tell me that in your heart, Keshihai is greater than Delis."

The crow stood up suddenly:

"I see, this is 'your' court now, right?"

He didn't listen to the reply and went to the door like a gust of wind without looking back.

“Grant.”

A pause in his steps.

Enid turned her head slowly, a golden flame burning in her brown eyes.

"Tell me, where were you supposed to go?"

The crow noticed that the temperature in the room was rising.

Rising very quickly.

He swallowed, the discomfort he felt growing stronger.

This room, this building, the entire territory of the Inquisition.

Resonating with this terrible woman.

"…Birmingham." Raven said softly.

"Very good, then, just follow your 'original' schedule and mind your own business, okay?"

Waves of heat enveloped his skin, like a soldier with his sword drawn, waiting for orders.

"…I hope you know what you are doing, Your Excellency the Judge."

boom.

The door was slammed.

Enid didn't care about Grant, a ritualist who didn't even reach the high ring.

She didn't care about the disrespect he, or Fernandez, or anyone else, showed her.

She doesn't care.

Some 'creatures' - she could only call them 'creatures' - these creatures were insignificant to her, like the spiders stalking in the corners or the black ants trying to climb up her long skirt.

As long as she achieves her goal, no other creatures are important except those in her eyes.

At least in this world.

Enid gently picked up the envelope from the table and held it under the candlelight.

The letter gradually became wrinkled and charred, and when the flames burned out, only a handful of ashes remained.

She picked up the teacup, her eyes full of indifference.

(End of this chapter)