The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 290 Ch.289 Ballad
Because the friendly conversation between Cinder and Enid was so distracting, Roland didn't realize the passage of time at all - when the war ended and he came to his senses, someone was already speaking on the stage.

It was a familiar old man.

Gary Kratov.

He was the only one who was suitable to host this 'undignified' auction - after all, the things being auctioned were the belongings of a deceased person, and they were being taken without permission.

"We all know how badly Bristol has been dealt with this time, everyone."

He had a loud voice and a ruddy complexion, but his gray hair had become much thinner.

Compared to the last time Roland saw him, he seemed to be a little fatter.

"As the interim head of Holy Cross in Bristol, I can say straight out that some of us have been deceived and fallen into traps. Too many have been deceived by cultists who wear holy garments but are evil inside - Holy Cross believes in the Father of All, but is not as omniscient as Him."

This surprised Roland.

He did not cover up and pointed out the culprit in public.

But Roland thought about it again and felt that this was the smart thing to do.

Because they could deceive the citizens (it wouldn't be the first time anyway), but they couldn't deceive the ritualists present.

Honesty is the best approach.

"…Some rare objects or materials. I hope you can speak carefully: each one is a precious treasure left by the dead ritualists who sacrificed in Bristol. Everyone, we should make full use of them instead of taking the blood and sweat of these brothers and sisters and reselling them for profit."

"Only the most shameless businessmen would do this."

The crowd was silent.

"Please note that all the sects present will participate in this auction."

"If you do anything that causes trouble, you will become the enemy of all sects."

"My name is Gary Kratov, and I'm conducting this auction on behalf of Holy Cross."

"God of the Ten Crowns is above."

After he finished speaking, the ritualists were already waiting in the audience, carrying wooden boxes.

Wooden box with gold inlay on the inside.

By the way, a very boring thing:

In fact, the owners of these rare items that are about to be auctioned have already been determined.

Most of them belonged to the Holy Cross, the Ring of Eternal Silence, the Church of Justice and the Great Whirlpool. Only one or two of the remaining ones could be truly considered to be "auctioned" and given to ritualists other than the Ten Crowned Gods as "bait" to fight over.

Lest they return empty-handed, they speak nonsense which is extremely immoral.

As for which company gets which one, it really depends on luck.

The Holy Cross would not resort to such disgusting means in this regard, nor would one or two rare items.

Enid crossed her legs and stared at the wooden boxes below the stage.

"The Holy Cross has two quotas, one for the Church and one for the Inquisition—after all, you are eyewitnesses." She said, "By the way, the compensation this time is quite a lot."

No matter how much the Church hates the Inquisition, it cannot avoid it.

Because the Bristol incident was such a big deal.

"Give it to Fernandez."

Roland said.

"Without him, Shandel and I wouldn't have survived."

Enid smiled slightly: "I will apply for you..."

"Write an application and give it to yourself, then take it out of your own pocket."

"Humans are such a nuisance."
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She meant the church.

"Your Miss Soup is in the Inquisition, and her grandfather is a bishop of the church. Do you understand what a bishop means? If even the granddaughter of a bishop is treated harshly, then this bishop probably has no status..."

"Xander Kratofer's coming to the Inquisition is a good move, if that's what the Big Bat really thinks."
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You seem to be very familiar with these conspiracies.

"Obviously wisdom, Roland. I am wise enough."
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This is obviously the wisdom that Miss Nina left for you, Wrench. She is wise enough.

The flame was silent.

But only for a little while.

"It's mine if you leave it to me... Ha, look at it."

The second rare object is being auctioned on the stage.

Looks like an earpiece.

……

「Name」: Request from a good friend (1/1)

Type: Strange Item (Ghost)
「Description」: A receiver that is inhabited by a vengeful spirit.

After being placed in the cochlea, you can hear the voice of your "good friend".

If you meet its requirements, you will have a chance to obtain a memory (knowledge) that the ghost had when he was alive.

If you can't meet...sorry.

……

Roland was speechless.

It has to be said that some strange objects are more likely to carry malice than to provide assistance to the ritualists - such as the one on the stage.

If it weren't for him, once this receiver was used by an unwitting ritualist...

A high ring is not so bad, but a low ring will definitely cause big trouble.

Roland didn't think a ghost could make any friendly requests - 'Please have a glass of water?'

No, at least 'please drink a glass of sulfuric acid'.

The uncertain return is not enough to justify taking the risk.

Roland was bored, but he felt like someone was staring at him...

Look back.

"That bump."

Roland could feel the anger in her eyes.

"You embarrassed her."

"Twice in a row."

This woman was obviously holding a grudge. At this moment, she was sitting next to the Holy Cross, and her eyes never left Roland.

"In a rage, I transformed myself into a ramming ship and went to sea to destroy the enemy!"

Roland suppressed his laughter, and two small lumps appeared on both sides of his cheeks.

"Madeleine Terry."

Enid also noticed the stares directed at Roland.

She glanced in the direction of the Church of Justice who was calling out 'twenty pounds', then turned her head back and looked straight ahead: "Madeleine is Thomas Terry's only daughter and his favorite. You are very good at provoking people, Roland."

"She's famous?"

"Not really." Enid tapped her knees, listening to 'twenty pounds' become 'forty pounds', and soon, it reached 'seventy pounds' - who knows which sects are interested in strange items like 'stethoscopes', and they agreed on the quantity but not who would bid for which one.

'Small conflicts' over the gold pound are normal.

"Madeleine is not famous."

"It's her father."

"Thomas Terry is the Arbiter of the Golden Scales."

Enid said.

"By the way, there are only two "arbitrators" in each generation of the Golden Libra."

Roland certainly didn't think that Enid was talking about the name of a certain ring or a certain path - the members of the Church of Justice or the Golden Libra, their path is "Libra".

The Arbitrator is a position, similar to the Chief Judge. He is the most core person in charge of the Golden Libra and holds the highest authority within the sect.

As for why there are two...

It has to do with their path.

"However, Thomas Terry probably also knows how much of an abominable animal he has spoiled his daughter into." Enid was not in a good mood when talking about the Justice Cult: "If you were just an ordinary citizen with no background, you would be in jail now."

"But you are an Executor, a genius of the Inquisition, a member of Fernandez's team."

"As long as you don't twist her head off, the old thing won't do anything - the higher you are, the more you will judge the situation."

Roland noticed that the burning gaze from the side was still lingering on him.

"I thought the higher the level, the clearer it is for you to go after you die." Roland meant that mortals are ignorant, but ritualists are not. Once you figure out that death is not the end...will you still be afraid of death?

Enid chuckled: "For you, death means returning to the poorhouse. Roland, now tell me, are you afraid of death?"

Roland thought about it...

I couldn't help but fall into silence.

to be honest…

fear.

"It's because they know where they will go after they die that they are more afraid." Enid couldn't help laughing when she heard Chandel say the word 'heaven'.

Heaven?

A pious fool.

Roland, Shandel.

The whole world is one giant scam.

Human beings are songs that lull the gods to sleep.

(End of this chapter)