The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 32: Ritualists do not see the world with their eyes
After receiving the church uniform, Fernandez took Roland back to the pharmacy.

He said it would take some time to communicate with the Supervisory Bureau and he would come to inform you after the discussion was completed.

In addition, he also emphasized that Roland should carry the dagger with him at all times, especially when sleeping.

Including the general form of Eden, and how to use the heart anchor to return to reality after encountering danger - just like what Enid said, but he taught it in more detail.

"Fernandez, how many years have you worked in the Inquisition?"

"I was chosen by Lady Enid eight years ago and entered the Inquisition."

"Will I be like you in the future?"

"Better than me." This is what Fernandez said in the carriage: "After all, we are different."

"different?"

The sturdy man turned his head, and a barely perceptible envy flashed across his angular face.

“You are a gifted person.”

"I don't think that being valued so much by the adults is just because of my looks. Lady Enid is not that superficial and boring."

"But she 'raised' two little white rabbits."

"You're right." Roland deliberately ignored the chattering words on the side of the strong man's face and nodded. "The lady saved my life and killed the cultists; she cared for me and led me on this mysterious road... But I have always had a question."

“This has bothered me for a long time.”

"Even if I become... a ritualist? I mean, I am the same as you, but I am still blind. How can I be an executor if I can't see... My world is pitch black..."

“I can’t even walk properly.”

Fernandez looked into Roland's amber eyes and saw himself in the clear reflection.

“…When you enter the world of sleep and truly find the path, you will understand.”

“The ritualist does not see the world with eyes.”

He said.

“As long as you have talent.”

From the beginning, Fernandez has been emphasizing "talent".

"Is this important?"

"Yes, it is quite important."

The sturdy man bent his index finger and tapped his temples. "Do you know how long it took me to pass the test?"

Roland was curious: "That dream... I mean, the heart anchor and the "field"? "

Devinson didn't know what he was feeling, but he didn't hide it. He nodded and said, "It took me two months and four times. It was only on the last time that I realized I was in a dream with the help of the heart anchor."

"And you, Roland. I heard that in the carriage of the Lord..."

"You knew something was wrong the first time."

"Compared to you, I am like a dull star to the sun."

He was a little melancholy, his huge body leaning against the seat, making Roland next to him look very "petite".

"I remember, I was on a raft, floating on the rolling clouds of the sea - I actually thought it was reasonable. Now I think it's my luck that a fool like me can be favored by Lady Enid."

Roland has experienced that "field" can rationalize many things.

嗏

Four times?

Roland thought for a moment and said, "If the lady hadn't given me a hint in my dream, I would have had to use it seven or eight times. I even touched the antlers and wanted to dance with them."

This amused the priest.

He raised his rough index finger in a friendly manner and tapped Roland's forehead, and his voice unconsciously became louder.

"My Lord said that you are a very adaptable, intelligent, yet not rigid person. I understand now."

He smiled happily, no longer keeping a straight face: "Don't comfort me, Roland, I know what kind of person I am - that's it, I dare say, I am not stupid in the church. But you, if you really think so, then take a look."

He said: "I came into contact with the code and it took me four months to find the way."

If we count the previous two months of trials, it has been half a year.

"Four months, more than a hundred days and nights..." He sighed: "Roland, maybe it won't take you two months to find your own way in the sleep world."

"Is this difficult?"

After hearing so much, Roland couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Disaster?"

Fernandez showed his white teeth and smiled: "Do you know how I felt in the first three months?"

"Just sleeping," he said.

"I haven't even had a dream. But my grandmother who lives with me may have found the "way" - never live in the same room with someone who snores."

Roland laughed softly.

Fernandez shrugged. "I remember that the fastest one in the church was Wisdom. That guy only took a week."

“What an enviable talent.”

"How wonderful is the world they see?" Roland touched the dagger hanging on his belt. It was inserted in a deerskin sheath given to him by Fernandez.

“Why don’t I live in church?”

"If you want to get close to the Code, I think the Holy Cross Church and the Inquisition are the most suitable places?"

Fernandez didn't look at him and casually threw the question back: "You can think about why this is the case."

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

This is what Ms. Enid just said.

The Church and the Inquisition obviously possess both the attributes of 'huge' and 'powerful'.

This surprised Roland a little.

That black church belonging to the Inquisition actually has no "judgment" criteria?
"So, now you understand how precious the dagger Lady Enid gave you is."

The carriage rattled across the road and headed towards the East District.

…………

……

Pushou Collins is very happy today.

He cooked a delicious meal, and when Roland came back, he attentively handed him a towel and helped him dust off his cuffs and shoulders.

Anyway, it looks very well done.

"I made you a fish stew, fresh spinach and corn, and pickled pork chops. Holy Father, I spent a lot of money today!"

Even the cutlery was the set of metal knives and forks that he had always been reluctant to use.

See it.

Not only the meat and vegetables, but just by smelling them, you can tell that this uncle has spent a lot of money.

Roland put away the bag containing his religious uniform.

"What do you want?"

Roland certainly knew that hospitality was not free.

Old Collins hunched over and rubbed his hands: "Well, this..."

"uncle?"

Roland opened his eyes wide and tilted his head.

"** (extremely obscene swear words)...Don't look at me like that. Every time you look at me like that, I think I have done something so sorry and hateful to you..."

Reeking of alcohol and swearing, he pulled a chair and sat in front of Roland.

Stare at him.

“…Tsk, well, I’m just curious.”

The drunken old man glanced at the pocket of his uniform and said, "Are you, are you the one who...?"

"Executive officer? I'm not officially—"

"Yes, tell me quickly, what are those black crows like? Do they know any..."

Spell?

Roland didn't understand what he meant.

"No, no, no, I just want you to ask someone for me..."

He had hope in his eyes: "Where do people go after they die?"

Where will it go...

"You mean 'ghost'?"

"Yes! You are so smart that you figured it out in one day. I mean, after a person dies, he or she will become a ghost or a spirit or something... What are the conditions? Roland, dear, can you please help me find out more details and make it clearer, okay?"

No problem, this is what Roland was going to learn later.

But when he asked his uncle why he was asking about these things...

The other party began to stammer.

Finally, spit out a name.

"That's your—"

"my son."

Old Collins rubbed his face vigorously, and his eyebrows, nose and lips twisted a few times. He half-lay on the table, holding the bottom of the bottle with his other hand: "... I think he didn't do anything bad in his life, and he should be..."

"I always feel that there is still a chance, maybe I can meet him..."

"There's always a way, right?"

"Roland?"

Roland thought of the strange objects and paper patterns he had seen on the second floor on the first night.

"I'll ask for you, uncle."

(End of this chapter)