The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 295 Ch.294 Helen Menzi
Sects and secret societies should not be confused.

If Roland wanted to set up one - like the one where Shandel was bored every week (due to a business trip to Bristol, the secret meeting was temporarily taken over by another executive), it would be simple and would not even take much effort.

How much effort does it take to host a salon?

If you are a noble, you can invite people of the same status; if you are a beggar, you can also invite people of the same status.

But there are many different opinions among the sects.

Both have their pros and cons and different purposes.

This is what Shandel said: Roland obviously hasn't figured out what he wants.

"I want a friendly, close-knit family that can die together and sing together."

Shandel smiled and touched the small candle dozing in front of him. He was very satisfied with her smooth scales - mainly the feel of her hand: "It's good to pay attention to her hygiene as much as you pay attention to your own..."

Rose frowned: "Xander Kratofer."

"Oh, I know. So, Miss Vansittart, what do you think Roland wants?"

Rose glanced at the man next to her.

He understood Roland's thoughts.

Just like when she first met Gang.

They wanted exactly the same thing - a big family, a family where they could live together, die together, enjoy together or face danger together.

Although they are not relatives, they are better than relatives.

Emotions turned into invisible blood flowing in each other's veins...

then…

Then it deteriorates.

Being led towards destruction.

Flesh and blood turned to mud.

There were irregular lines flowing in the curly-haired girl's green eyes, like another layer of rapids under the river.

"Small mysterious gatherings, secret societies."

she says.

"What Roland wants is not a sect, but a place where we can exchange knowledge and advance and retreat together..." She paused, and then she couldn't say any more.

"Obviously you also understand that this doesn't make sense."

Shandel folded her hands in her lap, looking like a 'lady', which made Rose roll her eyes.

"All secret meetings only exist at the level of transactions and cooperation. Even if I know that the closest one among them is just a "wanderer camp" - a group of wild dogs who think they are abandoned or hold the real "secret". "

"Not to mention the Holy Cross, they are not even a big threat to the Church of Justice."

Shandel looked at Roland. "For example, the blue-blood nobles. Roland, do you know that there are quite a few blue-bloods who are close to the Inquisition? It's just that they are unwilling to speak in public and support us hounds who have burned nobles to death... But privately, who doesn't know that getting to know us is much more useful than getting to know ordinary ritualists?"

"But the Ring of Eternal Silence is different. It is a secret society and even more of a sect."

"Their followers can do this and never deal with the executive officers or the "saints" - as long as the leader says, they will do it."

"This is the bondage or influence that a sect has over its followers."

"Those loose groups obviously can't do that."

"If you want a family, Roland." The girl's lake blue eyes were as strange as the depraved marine species described in a certain book: "If you want, then the core must be a sect..."

The lush green leaves outside the window made a pattering sound as the water drops hit them.

After the arc light disappeared, rain began to kiss the earth.

The woolen yarn poured into the mud let in a hint of cool earthy air through the window cracks into the house.

Roland said nothing, picked up the white snake on the table, kissed her head, and placed it on his shoulder.

Soft scales caressed my father's skin.

It spread out loosely like a scarf, growing longer and larger, languidly wrapping around the equally languid black-haired, golden-eyed man.

Rose held her breath for too long and exhaled: "You want me...or the people who come after me, to put our faith in...some...god? No, that's not right."

Although Rose had only been exposed to the mystical world for a short time, she had a very good teacher, Roland had told her.

Ritualists build cults around the Ten-Crowned God.

Conversely, sects or associations must also rely on the Ten Crowned Gods to exist.

Existing around the "road".

Shandel glanced at Rose approvingly, then turned his gaze to Roland or... the white snake wrapped around him: "Not necessarily, Miss Vansittart."

“Humans are very strange animals.”

“Whenever they are in despair, they pray that there is a ‘thing’ that will help them—they give some hope to hope itself, hoping that it can breed a concrete and understandable ‘hope’ that will come in despair and give them real hope.”

There was too much hope in that sentence for Rose to understand.

"I always feel that you want me to establish a cult, Shandel." Roland tilted his head and stroked his sleepy daughter.

Shandel was surprised: "Aren't all the sects except the Ten Crowned Gods 'cults'?"

Even Shandel Kratov, who was called the "library", didn't know much about the sect. She had never done it herself, and the only fragments she knew were from torn books, from the mouths of dying people, and from her own experience.

She didn't know much more than Roland, and the knowledge and experience in her head were not enough to support them in creating something that would satisfy everyone.

"I can recommend someone to you."

Shandel said.

"A woman who has caused Holy Cross great loss."

"Whether it's a sect or a secret society, I think she can give you the answer."

"Helen Menzie."

The name was cold and heavy, and it seemed that just pronouncing it had taken a lot of effort on Xiandel's part.

"She once personally manipulated a cult organization and lured and killed dozens of Holy Cross ritualists, including a certain saint."

Helen Menzie.

Roland bit the name, wondering why the church didn't execute the cultists who committed such a heinous crime.

"The Church and the Inquisition have different ways of dealing with cultists," Xiandel pursed his lips and smiled very gently: "For example, 'we' prefer to burn them, let them repent in the flames, and be purified by the holy fire..."

"church?"

“The church has a lot to consider.”

Helen Menzie…

Ever since Roland was called a "murderer," or rather, ever since he broke into Chloe's house and sliced ​​the two gentlemen into thin slices, he never thought that he could live a stable and peaceful life—even though he wanted to, it was obviously impossible.

Whether it's Cherry-Chloe's life-and-death hatred, the cradle of flesh and blood to Miss Nina, Aurora's specious words, the alien species that depends on her neck, the "Illusion Road", the "prophecy" in Hawkins' mouth, or even the angel in Bristol, the "Saint Delis" seen in the dream, the challenger puzzle box...

He has already embarked on a path where he cannot turn back or retreat.

Expect the Inquisition or the Holy Cross and other heretics to let him go?

Roland: "How should I meet that lady?"

Finally, Shandel showed a look of satisfaction.

Death after chaos, redemption after death.

A messenger of disaster and hope...

It is also my thorn.

"I will help you. After all, the surname "Kratov" has some status in the Holy Cross..." Shandel licked his lips and looked at Roland mischievously: "But there is a problem."

"Helen Menzie has been imprisoned in the convent."

"And the monastery..."

She could hardly suppress the smile in her words.

"No men allowed."

(End of this chapter)