The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 280 Ch.279 Thanks
Rebecca Fiennes describes to Roland and Chandel what happened in Bristol like a seasoned writer.

Her description was detailed, the story was full of ups and downs, and her voice was full of emotion. She was really like a writer crying and grieving for the characters in her story - to be honest, to some extent, this was not much different from a prostitute.

The former had his soul touched by a stranger, while the latter had his body touched by a stranger.

People use the most noble words to praise those who please them, and use the most vulgar and dirty words to insult those who disgust them.

It’s just that they only praise or insult the former with words, and slap the latter when they are not served well.

It seems that if prostitutes work harder, just like the man said, "work hard", they might be able to become writers one day.

Just like the first ring rising to the second ring, it creates a certain impact and completes some puzzling rituals.

Roland quietly looked at the lake on her face that reflected the candlelight, and listened to her talk about what happened on those nights three years ago.
They had already suspected something when Fernandez and David Cromwell confronted each other.

Collude with cultists.

A large number of ritualists died.

Among them was Ram Fiennes' wife.

A woman who had dealt with cultists - but she didn't know it. She just allowed the cultist to stay in the pocket watch shop where she worked, let him admire the pocket watches, introduce them to him, and talk to him.

Ram Fiennes killed her.

"My mother, the one who gave birth to me and raised me, she only talked to that man for half an hour... He was a guest! A guest!"

Perhaps Roland and Cinder hadn't paid, and Rebecca Fiennes didn't have to be so humble as to treat a guest. She accused her father with great sharpness, trying to use her words to penetrate Ram Fiennes's flesh and blood and pierce the silver cross on his back.

"Who would know what you mean by 'cultist'? A visitor who came to visit to learn about the pocket watch!"

"He just killed my mother like that..."

She cried till she was dying, and Cinder Kratov fell into a drowsiness listening to her.

Compared to Roland, she was exposed to "cultists" and "mystery" earlier, and her background also made her clearly understand the difference between the former executives and the current executives.

During the Kashhai period, the executive officers did have greater powers.

But it is definitely not as the ignorant citizens say: he squandered his power wantonly and burned to death those innocent or supposedly innocent kind-hearted citizens at will.

Whether Ram Fiennes had repented and summoned the Holy Flame at the last moment, or whether he had been investigating this matter for three years and only saw hope from the "different executors" until they arrived...

In either case, his wife would not be sentenced to death for 'just chatting with the guest for half an hour'.

That can't be the case.

Either someone lied to Rebecca, or Rebecca knew her mother deserved to die but refused to admit it.

Shandel believes more in the latter.

Some people are very good at making themselves look more miserable than anyone else.

Boring technique, boring story.

"I suppose you know whether your mother deserves to be executed, Lady Rebecca Fiennes?"

Xiandel calmly met that extremely angry gaze.

Rebecca did not attribute the difficult journey of her first half of her life to her father, but every word she said made it clear that if it weren't for such a father, she and her mother would not have been so miserable.

A once pious and ruthless executive, a man who later became addicted to gambling and lost his dignity like a rogue.

Rebecca didn't like any of them.

"Then we shall—"

Shandel had no interest in this story of 'repentance' or 'desperation', as such things happened all the time in the world.

She was about to get up and say goodbye with Roland, but was stopped by Rebecca.

"…gentlemen."

She pointed at the cross in Roland's hand, her eyes flickering: "Is this of any use to you?"

If we emphasize "great use", we must have "great price".

"Da Yong?"

Roland looked at the badly worn cross and smiled.

This thing has no use... Perhaps it represents the final decision of a miserable, fallen man. That's all.

Roland won't pay a cent for this metal product...

But he was willing to give some to the golden flames rising in the forest.

He pondered for a moment and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Shandel.

"One pound, Miss Fiennes. We'll pay it for a former bailiff, a bailiff's daughter who suffered so much." Without further ado, she pulled a shiny golden coin from her pocket and placed it on the table.

Pushed over.

The benefactor is above!
Rebecca was very satisfied!
She originally thought that this thing could only be sold for two or three shillings, or even that these men in black would 'take it away' without spending a penny - fortunately, her bet was right.

Beautiful people are much easier to talk to than ugly ones.

"I have to thank you! Sir! Miss! I seem to have truly felt the mercy of the Holy Cross..."

"This represents the Inquisition's compensation to Ram Fiennes, Ms. Fiennes, do you agree?" Shandel smiled, "I don't want to see you in Bristol again, a daughter of the Inquisition's stain."

"Of course! Of course! It's enough, absolutely enough... I'm leaving on the afternoon train! I'm never coming back!"

Roland glanced at the gray-haired girl beside him with some reproach.

Roland certainly knew what Shandel had done—

According to the regulations of the Inquisition, the families of the executive officers who died in battle could receive certain compensation from the church and the Inquisition.

It can’t be said to be more than one pound.

It's just a lot more than one pound.

Especially Ram Fiennes can be said to have indirectly helped Roland a lot.

This compensation... at least the compensation from the Tribunal, Roland promised to help her get it.

But now Shandel is doing this...

This pound was all Rebecca had.

His father's final awakening only earned her one gold pound.

One.

Shandel was very pleased with Rebecca Fiennes' attitude and clasped his hands together: "May the Father of All Bless You, Ms. Fiennes."

Roland sighed in his heart.

He saw that the excited woman had no tears at all, and it seemed as if her rough fate had finally calmed down and become clear and sunny today.

She no longer had a sullen face, was not angry or sad, and never mentioned her mother and father. Instead, she surrounded Cinder Kratov and asked her how she maintained her beauty, praising her for being petite and delicate, and being what she imagined those gentlemen would call a true upper-class person.

Shandel looked appropriately shy.

They ignored Roland and continued chatting and laughing, as close as close friends who had known each other for many years.

Suddenly, Rebecca remembered something.

She turned to the dressing table, opened the second drawer, and took out a thick notebook.

Leave it to Shandel.

"I found this under the bed in his 'staying place'. Perhaps there is some secret written on it that may be useful to you?" Rebecca was illiterate.

"Where to stay?" Roland wondered.

"Oh, he often hides in a tavern near the port. He is familiar with the boy and sleeps in his room..." Rebecca touched her hair: "He ran away and left nothing behind. I just found this book, a few photos, and some copper coins."

Until the end, Roland and Cinder did not tell Rebecca the true whereabouts of Ram Fiennes.

They agreed that it didn't matter to Rebecca anymore.

Maybe Rebecca isn't that important to Ram Fiennes.

The same is true for the Tribunal.

(End of this chapter)