The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 31 Ch.31 "Guidelines"

“First, you have to understand that not everything has a ‘rule’.”

In the warm office, two steaming cups of coffee were placed on the table.

A small plate of nuts and a few apples.

a book.

Two people.

This was the second time Enid had given Roland a formal lesson.

"Principles..."

"Yes, the principle." Enid put down her pen and picked up the apple:

"An apple, no rules."

Roland glanced secretly.

The white flame is very respectful.

"apple"

"Criteria: None"

Just like the herb in my uncle's pharmacy.

"But if you or someone else has an impact on it, then it 'may' conform to the principles of a certain god, thus producing some wonderful changes..."

"Influence?"

"Yes, for example... this apple is a token of love between a man and a woman." Enid stuffed the apple into Roland's hand and paused, "...I mean for example."

Roland held the apple in his hands and said calmly, "I know."

"Ha ha ha ha."

“…Yes. This token of love bears witness to their love.”

"But one day."

"An unexpected death."

"The other one is very sad."

"He also jumped into the river."

Enid raised her arm and pressed her scarred palm on the apple: "Then maybe, maybe this apple has a "rule" - of course this is just an example. In fact, the conditions for the emergence of a rule are much more stringent than what I said.

Yes…

A bigger impact?
"To be precise, it has a greater impact on everything."

Satisfied with Roland's reaction, Enid took the apple from him and put it back on the tray. "For example, the immortal: accomplishing great deeds to complete the Ascension Ceremony - this can also be considered an "influence", although it is difficult."

"Every action you take will have an 'impact' and will conform to the principles of a certain god at some point in time."

"But if you really want to give an object principles or complete a ritual, the influence required is unimaginably huge."

Roland digested it for a while before nodding slowly.

"Very good," Enid continued, "objects with 'codes' have two uses."

"First, as a ritual object to complete the ceremony."

“After it’s been used, most of the time, it doesn’t go away — otherwise we wouldn’t have a church to go to today.”

"The second is 'coordinates'."

"The closer you are to the code, the more likely you will enter the corresponding realm of the gods when you fall asleep."

And those who don’t have coordinates…

It becomes difficult to control where you are after you fall asleep.

The world is chaotic when you are asleep, and you may kill yourself by trying your luck.

That’s the end of the basic introduction.

"Items with rules attached to them are very rare. The larger and more powerful they are, the harder it is to be "affected" by them."

“That is the crystallization of the belief or spirit of every powerful ritualist.”

“Sometimes, the object itself is of little value, but the principles behind it are as precious as treasures.”

Roland saw her take out a dagger from the drawer and put it on the table.

Flames danced in his eyes.

……

"Executive Officer's Combat Dagger"

"Criteria: Judgment"

"The fang has followed the evil bat for many years. It has been stained with the blood of many alien species and cultists."

……

Enid took Roland's hand and made him hold the hilt of the dagger.

"Be careful not to hurt yourself. I'll have someone make you a sheath." Enid felt the danger from the way he held the dagger. "Sleep with it until you enter the sleep world - two days, or two years."

“At that time, you can be considered to have truly entered the door.”

Enid warned Roland: "But you must be careful, be careful. Once you find yourself in a place where you shouldn't be - I mean, except for the glorious Eden of the Father of All Things..."

“You have to use your heart anchor to find out and ‘tell’ yourself that you are dreaming.”

"Then stay there until you wake up."

"You are not even an apprentice. Once you get lost in the sleeping world, you may not be able to wake up, or your body may be irreversibly deformed."

Enid's description made Roland's palms sweat slightly.

"Is the sleeping world so dangerous?"

"Very, very, very dangerous."

Enid asked back, "What place is that? Do you remember?"

Sleeping time...

'It is a collection of all human subconsciousness and fantasy. It is the resting place of gods, the birthplace of alien species, the center of the storm of chaos and disorder, the treasure mountain, and... the starting point of the great road.'

That's what Enid said.

"That's right. Therefore, many ritualists will gain knowledge through the dormant world, and even obtain powerful items from it."

"But the prerequisite is that they can escape from the dream alive."

"From today on, you must sleep with this dagger every night. The code will guide you to where you should go, and it will also protect you and try not to let you deviate from the track."

Seeing Roland deep in thought, Enid raised her eyebrows and said, "This is the world of ritualists, Roland."

"The danger comes not only from each other, but also from every dream."

"Every ritualist has to go through this test when they become an apprentice... Some sects don't even provide standard items to their followers - those poor people can only rely on their luck."

“You can’t imagine how cruel it is.”

"Roland."

"If you're going to back out, this is your last chance."

After she finished speaking, she slowly poured two cups of tea and waited for the boy's answer.

Roland had no intention of refusing.

Not only did he need the identity of an executive, the beautiful dreams that Enid showed him also attracted him all the time, making him have countless wonderful fantasies - just like those wonderful and dreamy stories that Miss Nina had told him.

That is another picture full of colors.

Much more interesting than his short, boring, grey life.

He yearned for witches on broomsticks or ancient castles floating in the blue.

So, he has to hold the dagger.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Enid said 'Come in'.

Follow the sound.

The person who came was a face familiar to Roland: Fernandez.

The square-faced priest who was scolded twice.

Enid stood up and pointed at Roland: "From now on, you will be working with Roland Collins in the Supervisory Bureau, and he will be your deputy."

"Yes, Your Honor."

…presiding judge?

The male priest walked over with a thump, raised his arm, and shook Roland's hand with a serious look on his face.

"My name is Fernandez, Fernandez de Winson."

"Roland Collins."

"Welcome to the Inquisition! From today on, you have new brothers and sisters."

Roland's palms were pinched so hard that they hurt, and his arms were shaken up and down, causing his body to sway.

Like a rag fluttering in the wind.

"Mr. Dedededede Winson..."

"No need to add sir, from today on, you have new brothers and sisters--"

Again.

He repeated it again, squeezing Roland's palm so hard that it hurt.

His expressionless enthusiasm made people feel creepy.

Brothers and sisters, sisters and brothers…

"Well, Mr. De Winson. You work for the Inspectorate?"

"It's assistance." Devinson glanced at Enid and added, "From today on, you can call me Fernandez."

Roland certainly didn't think that Mr. Devinson had 'coincidentally' entered the Inspectorate on the same day as him.

The Tribunal and the Supervisory Bureau are not easy to deal with.

So, it is very likely that in order to adapt himself, Enid sent an executive officer to take him with her temporarily to take on some simple and not very life-threatening tasks of the Supervisory Bureau...

They were all prepared for him.

strangeness.

“The newcomers before were also…”

"of course not."

Enid said from the side: "You are not a member of the circle, nor are you an apprentice, Roland. The tasks of the Inquisition are not easy. You must first familiarize yourself with it, and then let Fernandez teach you how to fight and kick."

"Don't worry, your salary will be paid on time. We don't have the habit of delaying payment."

She asked Roland to give the dagger to Fernandez.

"Make it a sturdier sheath," she ordered.

Then he took out some money from his pocket and stuffed it into Roland's pocket.

"Your salary this week, as well as your allowance - a reserve executive officer gets less than a regular executive officer. If you don't have enough money, tell me."

"Fernandez will communicate with the Supervisory Bureau on the specific working hours."

"besides."

"Fernandez, take him to get a set of church uniforms."

Fernandez held the dagger in reverse and bowed slightly. "I'll take care of it, Judge." He looked at Roland again and grabbed his arm with his other hand. "Come with me, Roland."

…………

……

The lady in charge of uniforms is quite old.

A face full of wrinkles and eyes as sharp as a hawk.

She was a little short, with thin arms and neck. Although she walked lightly, her voice was unusually sharp and her tone was stern.

When Fernandez de Vinson brought Roland in, the lady looked at him for a long time with her hands behind her back.

Roland felt as if a sharp knife was pointed at his eyeballs.

"That little Enid found someone more fragile than her."

Very playful tone.

"I hope you can abide by the rules of the Inquisition. What's your name?"

"Collins. Roland Collins, ma'am."

"Oh, quite well-educated."

She reached out and squeezed Roland's limbs: arms, legs, then shoulders and neck.

A hand like a vice.

"My body is much weaker than that of an average man, alas." As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked up at the taciturn Fernandez, narrowing her eyes: "... Enid should also find a man."

Fernandez: ...

Roland: ...

“I like this old lady.”

"Ma'am," Fernandez said glumly.

"I know, I know." The old man waved his hand impatiently, swatting the man away like a fly. "If you are not smart enough, not talented enough, not..." He glanced at Roland. "Not pretty enough... How can you be Enid's man?"

“I really like this old lady.”
-
Move the words away, they are covering your face.

The old man took two steps forward and looked closely at Roland's face, his expression becoming very strange.

"Tsk tsk, you really have this face. Why didn't I have this face when I was young..."

"Give her a hug and kiss her forehead and tell her."

"You're still young, darling."
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I will do this when I want to die with you one day.

(End of this chapter)