The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 279 Ch.278 The Escaper

When Roland and Shandel got the news and arrived in the inner city, Rebecca Fiennes had already packed her luggage.

Just a small suitcase.

Because for a night worker, there isn't much luggage to carry.

She gave away some of her most beautiful and favorite long dresses to her good friends, put on a soft lilac-colored skirt, and opened the door for Roland and Cinder in cloth shoes.

'I want to see Mr. Collins, Mr. Roland Collins of the Inquisition.'

It took a whole day for these words to reach Roland's ears.

"Good day, Mr. Collins."

She knelt down and welcomed the two into the house.

Too many people died in Bristol, and so did Flower Street.

Some black-robed people wearing bone pendants came in and out, sprinkling the blood of some animal in a corner, and then hanging the black claws of a raven on the upturned decoration of the oil lampshade.

The more people die, the better business the Ring of Eternal Silence does.

However, they had to first ensure that these dead people would not turn into floating objects and cause a second chaos in Bristol.

"Please take a seat. I'm sorry, but I have nothing to offer you right now."

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Fiennes." Roland and Shandel sat on the same sofa. "There will be more priests from Holy Cross stationed in Bristol soon. If you or your friends are injured, I would be happy to say a few words for you and let you jump the queue."

Rebecca's smile was still as charming as it was that day.

"No, Mr. Collins, those monsters didn't hurt us at all."

The reason why I used 'we' actually means that those monsters never set foot in this small building.

They seemed to be attracted by something, and even the whole flower street was clean...

"But it didn't stay 'clean' for long. About... half an hour or an hour later, those 'insect people' started running around one by one, one building at a time..."

Rebecca pressed her hand gently against her chest, as if she was still in shock from the thrill of that day.

Fortunately, the monster didn't get here.

Like grass blown down by the wind, they all lost their lives at one moment.

"The girls were terrified."

Rebecca said.

None of them had ever taken the "holy marrow". They were delicate girls who had to push the table from one end of the room to the other in several attempts. Once the monster rushed in and found them, there would be a massacre.

“I remember that the Holy Marrow is free?”

Rebecca showed a hint of sarcasm: "Yes, Mr. Collins, but it requires a "pious and pure soul" - I'm afraid we will never have it in this lifetime."

Shandel suddenly interrupted: "No piety, or no purity?"

Rebecca laughed, "No soul."

Shandel was satisfied with her answer.

"Excuse me. I don't think I saw Mr. Ram Fiennes—was he not with you after the disaster?"

Rebecca suppressed her smile, stood up silently, and walked to the side of the room.

Take down the 'strange' holy cross on the wall.

Roland was deeply impressed by it - it was not shiny and clean, but rather rusty, and there were many marks of burns on the surface of the entire cross.

"He asked me to give this to you..."

Rebecca placed the heavy cross on the table, paused, and added:
"…before he escaped."

run away?

As a father, an executive, instead of staying with his daughter when disaster strikes... where is he going?
"How do I know where he's going?"

Roland's question seemed to remind Rebecca of the scene of that day, and her tone became unfriendly: "He is such a devout believer. He was afraid that the monsters would hear the sobbing of the girls in the building, and he would flee with his suitcases - I am not his daughter, just a stranger who gives him money every week to support his business." Rebecca was very angry.

"If there really is a Father of All, I curse him to die at the hands of those monsters!"

she says.

"…Bringing those rags that I don't even care about, and being afraid that I would ask for something - what can a daughter, a daughter, ask her father for? I think the only thing she can ask for is 'abandonment', right?"

Roland looked around and asked him what he had taken.

"…a bunch of pink candles, gold water in glass tubes, and some things I don't recognize at all." Rebecca said casually.

Shandel suddenly asked, "Is there a dagger in the box?"

"dagger?"

"Yes, dagger or cutlass, it makes no difference, Miss Fiennes, silver, think it over."

Rebecca crossed her legs, took out a thin cigarette and lit it, then said hesitantly, "...It seems there is a knife. You know, he is a Christian after all, a 'half-policeman', so it is normal for him to have a dagger in the box, right?"

Shandel smiled. "Tell me, Ms. Fiennes, what use a dagger in a suitcase can make."

After saying this, he turned to Roland.

"Before the eighth ring, the 'Holy Flame' cannot be freely summoned - as a summoning object more powerful than the Path of the Saint, the person who summons it needs to go through an extremely demanding ceremony."

Shandel said.

Before the eighth-ring "White Knight", "Holy Flame" was different from "Saint", "Meditator", and "Craftsman".

They cannot summon creatures of their own path as easily as the latter three.

The 'Holy Flame' is indeed powerful.

But it does not distinguish between friend and foe.

In other words, before the eighth ring, ritualists of the "Holy Flame" Road who want to use the golden flame must be extremely careful - if they do not want to be engulfed by the flames along with their enemies.

The ritual to summon it will use ritual items such as righteous human flesh candles, holy water, and silver daggers.

Roland suddenly remembered the golden flame that erupted in the dense forest.

He picked up the cross from the table.

Dry, rough surface.

"What did Mr. Fiennes want you to tell us?"

Rebecca shook her head: "...Nothing, Mr. Collins. He just wants me to return the cross to the Holy Cross and to the Inquisition..."

She said that since her mother's 'death' three years ago, Ram Fiennes had become unhinged and less of a man - he never brought home any money, but instead took a lot from her every week.

He is in a daze all day long and has no skills, but he is very eloquent.

"…He said he would take me away from this place and live a good life." Rebecca Fiennes laughed in hatred: "What a good father."

"I haven't heard Mr. Fiennes talk about your mother." Roland held the cross and lowered his eyes slightly.

Unexpectedly, these words completely ignited a person.

Rebecca stood up suddenly, clenching her fists tightly.

"Of course! Of course! Because he killed my mother!!" She was a little hysterical. She glared at Roland and Chandel for a moment, then walked around the room: "He killed his wife, my mother!!"

"How dare he mention his wife?!"

Rebecca would never forget Roland's black priest uniform - and his mother lying in a pool of blood.

"He killed his wife, abandoned his daughter, and left with her three years' savings without looking back!"

"Great Holy Cross! Great Inquisition!"

(End of this chapter)