The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 256: Ritual: Collapse

“He is my reason, my mind, my voice and my strength.”

"It is a motto in the eternal clamor, to be heard with the most pious and faithful ears; it is a light in the chaotic and lightless wilderness, to be seen with the most humble and attentive eyes."

“He knows the deepest words of our hearts…”

Small run-down hotel.

Room with creaky floorboards.

Ram Fiennes knelt on the carpet, whose original color could no longer be seen, and with his head bowed and his hands clasped together, he finished reading today's prayers under the gaze of three pairs of eyes.

This rather sacred atmosphere was quickly torn apart by his shifty look after the last word - he was still kneeling, but turned his head to look at Fernandez, who had an expressionless face.

Fernandez, holding a cigarette, sat on the bed and examined him.

"…Sir."

"I'm really glad you still remember these, right, Fiennes." Fernandez was furious when he saw his incongruous behavior.

Such were the last of the Bristol executives.

The kneeling man had a flattering look on his face, rubbing his knees as he stood up: when he saw that no one was trying to stop him, he hunched over, stretched his neck, and rolled up quickly. He walked a few steps to the dining table in the room, poured a few glasses of water, and served them to everyone one by one.

Roland, Chandel and Fernandez.

"Please take a rest soon. The adults are exhausted these days, right?"

Fernandez didn't want to see his fawning look, so he turned his head and stared out the window.

There are dark clouds over the sea and there is little light today.

"There's something wrong with Bristol, Fiennes, have you noticed?"

Fiennes didn't know why these three big shots called him to this shabby hotel so early in the morning, stared at him and prayed, and asked such a strange question.

"Something's wrong?"

He rolled his eyes and grinned perfunctorily: "Something is wrong. You know, I am just a link. If I could find anything, wouldn't I have reported it long ago?"

"I visited your daughter, Mr. Fiennes." Roland took over, "Ms. Rebecca Fiennes. I heard a wonderful story. Do you know it?"

Ram Fiennes turned on his toes like an old servant who had worked for many years, skillfully bypassed Fernandez and came to Roland: "You are not talking about--"

He clapped his arms and made a fist.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Fiennes, I mean the gift that makes a man strong."

Fiennes slapped his thigh and said, "You've asked the right person, sir! No one would tell you this except me and Rebecca!"

Before he could even open his hand to pay, Roland threw over the three coins he had prepared.

To be honest, to some extent he admired this father and daughter who valued money over their lives.

as predicted.

As soon as the money was in hand, Fiennes immediately started talking about "The Holy Marrow" with great joy.

This is the gift of Holy Cross to Bristol.

A unique gift that is absolutely powerful, but also has limitations.

As mentioned before, it can enhance a person's strength, physique and recovery ability in all aspects, but at the same time, the power of the person who drinks this gift will be limited to Bristol.

The effect decreases the further away from Bristol you are.

At the same time, the selection of the person who receives it is very demanding and must be decided by the Father of All Things after David Cromwell's prayer - that is how it should have been.

But a few days ago, no one knew what happened in the church, or why David Cromwell changed his approach: he began to spread the "Holy Marrow" widely among the citizens, giving this supreme secret to these poor people who had no money in their pockets.

It didn't take long before Bristol was filled with the 'Pure' who had drunk the Holy Marrow.

——Just before Fernandez and his team arrived.

"There was a person who also received the gift before, but I heard from Lord David that after he left Bristol, the power he was given disappeared without a trace."

Ram Fiennes said.

Fernandez's heart moved:
original…

This power only works in Bristol?

No wonder David Cromwell and the woman who licked the wild dog's ass would never leave this damp and poor place.

The Holy Marrow gave them the possibility to continue to climb, but at the same time, it also imprisoned them to this land forever.

No one can refuse the power that is given to them.

To be honest, Fernandez would not want to leave London and fall back to the third ring road from the sixth ring road.

It was better to stay in London all his life than to return to being weak—besides, he guessed that David Cromwell did not have the qualifications to reach the High Ring.

It was the Holy Marrow that gave him the future.

He didn't dare to leave, for fear that he would never be able to touch the door of truth again.

"That makes sense, Roland."

Fernandez glanced at Fiennes, who was trying to look more respectful. "But things are still in trouble now - we don't know what Cromwell and that bitch are doing, and the Crows' support didn't arrive on time..."

There was only one way before them.

Mind your own business and retreat back to London first.

Fernandez was not sure whether David Cromwell had any ill will towards them.

But from what he heard from Fiennes today, he dared to say that this senior pastor was definitely a bomb that would explode sooner or later.

The explosion is fine, but it can't hit him, Roland, and Kratov's house. They have to leave as soon as possible...

If still possible.

He had a very bad feeling.

"We leave by the earliest train in the afternoon."

Fernandez thought about it, quickly stood up, and asked Roland and Shandel to pack up and prepare to go to the station.

“The Church and the Maelstrom will cause trouble for them. It was fine before, but once the Holy Essence spreads among these ignorant citizens, this secret cannot be concealed for too long. Not only the Maelstrom and the Church, but other sects will also find out—”

But ah.

What does it mean that a secret no longer needs to be hidden?
Fernandez signaled Roland and Cinder to be on high alert.

They could be faced with a fight at any time.

"No, no! How could Lord David be..." Ram Fiennes grabbed Fernandez's clothes and said anxiously: "You also promised me..."

He remembered something and suddenly turned his head to look at Shandel.

"Yes, it was you. You promised me money! Money! You said you would pay it off for me..."

Shandel pulled out an ivory-handled pepper box, pushed bullets into the magazine, and smiled at him: "Let your daughter work harder, and you will pay it back soon."

"No, no, no, miss! You promised me!"

Shandel just quietly put away his gun, checked his boot knife, and then slowly walked up to him.

She didn't say anything, but she couldn't hide her joy.

This hysterical face.

Fantastic.

"I can, I can help you a lot - I know every corner of Bristol! I'm familiar with it! Only, only two hundred... no, one hundred pounds! Fifty pounds? Fifty pounds... Thirty pounds!" He spoke faster and faster, his words were confused and anxious, but he didn't dare to touch the woman who had just pointed a gun at him with his fingers.

"I know who received the gift! I can tell you everything!"

Shandel smiled and said it was not necessary.

After all, they were about to evacuate, so who would care what the local church did?
The only one who will have a headache is the church and the big whirlpool.

It's Archbishop Kratov, not Miss Kratov.

Fiennes chased the girl who turned and walked away slowly, muttering to himself: "First it was South Street! That gloomy place on South Street, then it was the port, the Port Tavern, you know, where we met on the first night, the old man lived not far away -"

"The third one is the former site of the Inquisition... You should..."

Hey.

The leather boots slammed.

Xiandel suddenly turned around and said, "Say it again."

Fiennes opened his mouth: "W-what?"

"I say, say it again, in order. You know, the location of the 'Holy Gift'."

The map of Bristol slowly unfolded in her memory, and as Fiennes spoke rapidly, Shandel Kratov's pupils dilated for a moment.

She joined the team for a reason.

Just like Fernandez always complained about her calling her "Miss Library" - as the granddaughter of a bishop, she obviously knew more about some secret, uncommon or forbidden rituals than her captain.

such as.

"Ritual: Collapse"

This is an incomplete ritual recorded in the monastery that was lost to history.

A dangerous ancient ritual that has not been used for a long time.

"South Street."

She raised her leg and pulled out the boot knife. Under Fernandez's puzzled look, she stabbed the blade into the wall and twisted her wrist.

“And then there’s the port.”

The second trace.

"Next, the former site of the Tribunal."

The third trace.

As Fiennes spoke more and more, the "traces" on the wall gradually formed a pattern that every apprentice was familiar with -

"The Mystical Triangle."

Fernandez leaned against the door, folded his arms and said in a deep voice - the mystical triangle, which is a hexagram symbol composed of two opposite and overlapping triangles.

"Ritual: Collapse."

As Shandel spoke, he scraped the wall with the blade and connected the deep knife marks one by one.

They seem to encompass all the land in Bristol.

This is a…

A ceremony that covered the entire city.

"Collapse."

Roland could hear the tremor in her voice - but he couldn't tell whether it was fear or excitement.

(End of this chapter)