The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 277: The Unlucky Guy

"Because it has wings, it can fly away, Mr. James. If the angel was a fish, it should jump into the dark river and swim away... Don't you have any common sense?"

Why are there so many reasons why the Inquisition has bad relations with other sects?

"I think it has nothing to do with the Inquisition."

"It has a very close relationship with the Chief Judge."
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Ms. Enid had a clever mouth.

"That sounds a bit strange, Roland."

Obviously, as a mere "person in charge", the ritualists of the Church of Justice cannot argue with a chief judge on an issue - especially when the other party is clearly trying to make trouble.

James had a blank expression on his face, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "...You shouldn't interfere with the interrogation."

Enid was even more surprised. "Interrogation? I heard it was just a routine inquiry. Mr. James, why do you think other sects are qualified to interrogate my executive officer? The official executive officer of the Inquisition, the Sword of the Benefactor?"

The room became quieter.

The person in charge of the Great Whirlpool slightly raised his head, wondering if the cracks on the ceiling matched some kind of natural beauty; Leonard of the Holy Cross silently lowered his head, holding a pen, and drew circles in the record book.

A big circle contains a small circle, and a small circle contains a smaller circle.

James' chest heaved, and after a moment, he put his fist against his lips and coughed a few times.

He leaned back into his chair.

"Next question then, Mr. Collins."

Roland blinked and said, "You haven't answered the judge's last question yet."

Leonard: Puff—

The priest of the Holy Cross swore to the Father of All that he was really enduring with all his might.

"What are you laughing at, Leonard?"

James spoke in a bad tone, his small eyes narrowed strangely.

He didn't dare speak like that to Enid, but he could show his anger to those around him.

Leonard shrugged.

He wanted to say 'answer other people's questions before you ask them' - but he was afraid that it would make the interrogation even more awkward...

"Let me do it, James." Although he didn't like the Church of Justice very much, this group of sarcastic people with a strong sense of morality but actually no morals.

But considering that James will work with me for a while...

"Let me do it, there are still many--"

James didn't appreciate it and interrupted him with his hand.

"Mr. Collins." He opened his mouth, then thought of 'wings' and 'fly away'. He hesitated for a moment and skipped the question: "...you escaped from the underground cave, fighting with the citizens who turned into monsters along the way."

"Yes, sir."

James flipped through the record book, then pulled out Leonard's, comparing them, and asked while looking down: "...You said before that because Fernandez Devinson was seriously injured, you were forced to stay in a room to avoid the monsters everywhere..."

"Yes, sir."

James tapped his notes and looked up. "But we found you and Shandel Kratov in the outer city, and found your captain Fernandez Devinson. Tell me, why are you not in the house, but in the outer city?"

Roland straightened up slightly: "This is our judgment based on the current situation."

James tilted his head to show that he was listening.

"My captain, Fernandez Devinson, is seriously injured. At the same time, the number of bullets we have is not enough to support until the rescue arrives in Bristol. Shandel Kratov and I decided to take the captain to the border of this city."

"Once the 'field' dissipates, we can leave Bristol as quickly as possible, away from those monsters, and seek help from the nearest Holy Cross."

After listening to this, James nodded slightly.

Sounds reasonable.

There were not enough bullets to support the rescue, and the captain was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

It’s better to go all out and head to the edge of the “field”.

On the contrary, if the "field" continues, they will not survive for long even with the shelter of buildings.

"Very reasonable, Mr. Collins."

James's mouth curved into an arc: "But can you explain to us why the angel's body is also in the outer city area?"

He said.

"It's not far from where you fainted, Mr. Collins. It's not far from you. This is a 'coincidence', right? You see, it spared you in the cave. Now, it died near you again..." "It's such a coincidence."

He kept his eyes fixed on Roland, observing his every move.

However, the woman who had been silent for a long time spoke again.

"James."

"Miss?"

"You and Renard both serve in London."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"We met in London."

"Yes, yes, ma'am, what do you want--"

"But why do we meet here again?" Enid rubbed the fox fur hanging on her chest and smiled with her eyes lowered: "What a coincidence, isn't it?"

James:…

"Ma'am, that doesn't make sense."

Enid nodded. "Yes, you know. Reason, evidence, not speculation. The angel died near Roland Collins, near my executive officer. Maybe he just had wings."

"It was flying, its injuries suddenly worsened, it fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and died - there is nothing worth investigating."

James shook his head. "But Roland Collins has no injuries at all. How do you explain this? Every survivor has been hurt to some extent. But he is like a baby in swaddling clothes, with smooth skin and no scars at all... Who protected him?"

Leonard and the person in charge of the Maelstrom remained silent, listening to the two people in the room talking back and forth.

He knew why the head of the Church of Justice beside him was keeping his eyes on Roland Collins.

First of all, the team led by Fernandez de Vincenzo is indeed worthy of attention: the place where they last appeared was too close to the place where the angel died.

Secondly, Fernandez de Winson is the "Owl of the Inquisition", a four-ring ritualist, and has a title. He is the "old man" of the Inquisition, has a wide range of friends, and is valued by Enid Jutia.

Not to mention Shandel Kratov.

Her last name is enough to shut anyone up.

That leaves Roland Collins.

A one-ring ritualist who has lost his parents and only has an old uncle who runs a pharmacy in the East End of London.

A ritualist with no background and no one to speak for him.

James would naturally target him.

But after the conversation just now, Leonard wisely chose to keep silent.

The tribunal is not the same tribunal as before.

The presiding judge is no longer there.

The person in charge of the Great Vortex nearby is also a smart man. He is not like those idiots of the Church of Justice who think that the Inquisition is as easy to bully as before.

"Mr. Roland Collins."

James asked.

"Tell me, why don't you have any injuries at all? If, as you said, you fought along the way..."

The black-haired young man who was sitting upright sighed softly.

"Mr. James."

"Ok?"

"I held my captain's arm the whole time, and later, I carried him on my back."

"It has nothing to do with you not being hurt—"

"I carried him, Mr. James, I carried him."

No.

What's the difference between this and 'it flew away'?
James:…

Leonard: ...