The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 347 Ch.346 Young People
Not to mention these silly debates over 'truth'.

The help that Evans wants is the key to cracking this "field" and the key to unlocking the ghost's obsession - there is no problem with his process, but this key requires someone to cooperate.

“If they want reform, we will give them reform!”

Evans said.

"What is obsession, sirs and ladies? Their souls still care about them after they die - I think we might as well give them what they want..."

He scanned the group with his eyes, picking out the braver ones.

However, many people stood up and were willing to take the risk with Evans.

At this moment, Roland suddenly stood up and stretched.

He tilted his head, whispered a few words to Randolph, then raised his arm high and waved his gentleman's cane in the air.

Everyone looked over.

"Mr. Derek Evans," he said. "I am Roland Collins, the executive officer of the Inquisition."

With just one sentence, some people's expressions changed rapidly.

They had vaguely heard of Roland's "characteristics", and now that he mentioned it, they completely matched.

"He is Golden Rosa!" It was a lady who first called out - this undoubtedly hinted at the kind of group Roland was famous among.

Yes, Golden Rose.

It was named after the national flower, the favorite flower of all citizens of this land, and his gentle and deep golden eyes were added as the color - the person who gave him this nickname was obviously also a lady.

These people had no idea about the executors or the horror of the ritualists, nor did they care about detectives or aliens. Instead, they were keen on talking about beautiful boys.

Therefore, the title of Golden Rose was first widely spread among women:

Many people were not allowed to meet Roland, but through word of mouth, they imagined in their minds a young, handsome gentleman with black hair and golden eyes whose smile was as gentle as the warm spring breeze melting the ice and snow. And the even fewer who were lucky enough to meet him would bring the good news to her friends:
'Ladies and gentlemen, we are still too conservative.'

Golden Rose of the Holy Cross.

This is a compliment, but also an invisible insult.

Most gentlemen began to dislike this beautiful "girl" whom they had never met, and Roland was born in the Inquisition...

Double disgust.

Only a few people, who have truly come into contact with the ritualists and some secrets, know what has happened in London recently, the changes in the Holy Cross, and the increasingly close relationship between the Supreme Being of the Inquisition and the Supreme Being of this country...

Only then will you treat this surname with caution.

Collins.

Roland Collins.

He had killed a formal ritualist when he was an apprentice.

Participated in the great event in Bristol and survived - countless cries are still floating over that city. How many ritualists stationed there died?
Sometimes, just being alive means being strong.

But obviously, no one present really understood this.

Perhaps one or several hands were intentionally or unintentionally covering up something, making Roland's "achievements" true and false, so that some young people in the courtroom couldn't figure it out and asked their boss whether Roland was involved in a certain mission.

The answer they got was: 'Get lost.'

I have to say, this does make the title of "Golden Rose" even weaker, greasy, and more...

Not manly.

It is equivalent to being portrayed as someone who makes a living by pleasing noble ladies, with a slicked-back hair and powdered face and a soft voice.

You know, these days, there are not many ways to insult men, only two.

No manliness, and, no manliness.

One is physical and the other is spiritual.

This evaluation was enough to make people fall into the dust, so that many women also changed their attitudes and publicly stated that they did not think that the golden rose could represent the true female aesthetic.

They expressed this in salons, art seminars or private afternoon teas:
Only a very few people love, chase, and see the unworthy "rose" just to admire its vulgar face.

She had never seen one, and she didn't plan to see one in the future. 'If such a person can be pursued by us... Gentlemen, although I am just a woman, I also know something about real big things! Can such a person go to the battlefield?'

'Can you contribute to our country?'

'His pretty face could not shield him from the sword, nor could his slender figure - I suppose it must have been slender - withstand the charge of the enemy.'

'I won't mention the distant past, gentlemen and ladies, but the recent bloodbath in the salon: the despicable and shameless villain sneaked in and killed our good friend - if the "Golden Rose" was there, what could she do? '

'Rubbing your red eyes and crying?'

Someone reminded her that those who sneaked into the party were not evil people, but cultists.

'Oh, yes, yes. But heretics and evil parties are all the same, aren't they? They will hurt us anyway. But what I want to say is, how can he protect us? With that beautiful face that is more eye-catching than a woman's?'

Someone reminded him that Golden Rose was an executive officer.

'The bailiff is... a policeman? Oh, that's even more interesting. What did he do? Where was he when we were hurt?'

"I think you're with some "good friend"?"

After this lady stood up, the ladies in the salon also responded with support.

Because the Tribunal had a bad reputation to begin with, few people dared to mention this name in public afterwards.

Like a gust of wind in the prairie, leaving no trace afterwards.

The wind died down before even the people involved heard it.

"Rose?"

Roland stared at the land in front of him and tilted his head a few degrees: "Sorry, are you calling me?"

There was a lot of discussion going on.

The person who answered the call was still the leader of the living team in front of him - Derek Evans.

He seemed to dislike the Inquisition, or was somewhat in awe of the Executor. When facing 'Executor Roland', his voice became much stiffer - but his face was still full of enthusiasm and confidence.

"So you are the executive officer!"

He quickly walked through the crowd and came to Roland. He stared into his out-of-focus eyes and held out his hand: "I'm Derek Evans! An apprentice detective from the Supervisory Bureau. It's a pleasure to meet you - especially in this difficult situation, an executive officer can make our hope burn brighter!"

The eyeball swaying under the earlobe lightly pierced Roland.

The malice coming from the front.

"You did a perfect job before, Mr. Evans, just as perfect as my captain. I once thought that I was no longer needed." Roland shook his hand, his face revealing the shyness and awkwardness that was in line with his age.

He lowered his head slightly, and anyone could hear the trepidation in his voice:
"But, but..."

Evans smiled even more: "But...what? Please tell me! You and I are responsible for the lives of dozens of ladies and gentlemen. If you can come up with a better suggestion, I think we will all be grateful to you...right?"

He turned his head.

The people around me looked at me with distrust and contempt.

As a police officer who also handled similar incidents, Evans showed confidence, enthusiasm and leadership that far surpassed that of the young and shy "beauty" - many people speculated that perhaps the previous rumors were not wrong.

This "peerless" probably relies on a truly peerless face...

Perhaps, with the addition of a unique probe.

Faced with the goldfinch's question that was as dazzling as the sun, Roland, who had rashly jumped out to interrupt without considering the overall situation, seemed a little embarrassed.

Their trust in him was as low as dust.

"Touch your nose when you're embarrassed."

Roland paused for a moment as he was about to raise his hand, then he went around his neck and scratched his head, becoming even more hesitant: "I'm not sure, Mr. Evans..."

Young people who are unable to take responsibility.

"Tsk."

"You're such a fucking bad guy."

(End of this chapter)