The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 357: Thirteen Mysterious Boxes
Fernandez's ward had been moved to a more spacious and comfortable location a few days ago - not the cold cockroach cave where Roland had lived before, but a warm room with a fireplace made of stones...

There are even bookshelves.

He doesn't need treatment now, just more recuperation, waiting for his wounds to heal and turn back into the 'Owl of the Inquisition' - as for the recuperation period...

He was bored and happy. Anyway, he got paid and was looked after by nuns. When Roland and Cinder were not around, he would walk in the garden behind the church with his cane.

(This is another church complex, not part of the Episcopal Church.)
(They also wouldn't allow an executive officer to live in the bishop's church.)
When Roland found him in the garden, the bear-like sturdy man was reading a ladies' directory with great interest, and he had no idea that the footsteps behind him were not just passing by.

The paper was a little yellowed, obviously it had been turned over by many people before him.

There are sweat marks on it.

'Miss Bonnie Margaret, the thin, sad girl.'

'I don't sweat a lot, and it's very cool in the summer, but it's a bit uncomfortable. I recommend it to fat men.'

'Note: You can lift her up.'

……

'Miss Lucy Hope, a plump young girl.'

'Some people like to smell her sweat, some don't.'

'But if you try, I guarantee you'll be unable to walk when you think about it.'

……

"I thought you could think of other things while you were recovering."

Roland said as he sat down next to him, but Fernandez was so frightened that he almost tore the book in his hand in half.

"Benefactor! Please make some noise!"

His lower abdomen, arms and neck were still wrapped in gauze, but that did not stop him from communicating with the author of the book, Mr. Harris - the girls listed in the list were all the most famous and best-rated girls of the time.

“…I’m just taking a look.”

Fernandez muttered, closing the thin manual and holding it between his fingers: "What are you doing here?"

Roland put his hands on the handle of his cane, looking puzzled: "Come here to dance, or visit the sick, what do you think?"

Fernandez: ...

Lieyan swept across the book, causing Roland to quip, "You've learned a lot from it, haven't you?"

"Men have to learn all the time." Fernandez raised his eyebrows, and the healthy red on his square face was not like that of a patient: "This bastard knows it."

He hit his leg with the booklet.

"You should buy a copy and study it. Seriously, you're old enough."

"At what age?"

"Well... the glass is full of wine."

He had invited Roland many times, whether it was low-level or high-level, cheap or expensive - he paid for all the meals.

But Roland didn't agree.

This made Fernandez feel a little strange: his deputy was not a solitary person, and he often accepted the invitation of the executive officers to go to the low-class taverns with men and women to drink cheap drinks, make a lot of noise, and smash cards loudly.

But in this regard, Roland is a little too "clean".

"I can't bear to spend the money on candles. I'd rather leave them for my Yam or..."

"Or Shandel Kratov?" Fernandez was beaming with joy: "There is something wrong with you two, isn't there?"

The so-called "buying candles" is the "secret code" of certain special workers in the city of London.

What Rose told him was very interesting:
Usually you would spend a few pennies, or shillings (it depends on your budget), on a candle about the length of your thumb: the lady would light it before you started.

This candle is the entertainment time you bought.

They don't sell themselves, they only sell candles.

Over time, the candle was also privately called:

"dignity".

Rose said that the person who came up with this idea was definitely a genius - because after a few months of popularization of "candle trading", clever and intelligent ladies were surprised to find that:

Even if some people only use one candle, or cannot use one at all, they will buy a whole board of candles (usually five to eight), and then specifically ask the woman who serves him to keep the candle box and take it away when he is done.

'Why do these gentlemen suddenly like to collect candle boxes? 'Some hobbies just come suddenly.

Genius idea.

In particular, the candle boxes are changed from time to time and have a unique personal style: each woman will use something to leave her own mark on it, representing herself - which makes it extremely difficult to imitate.

"We have no problems," Roland said, looking at the patients walking in the garden, his eyes unfocused. "At least not the problem you mentioned."

Fernandez smiled in an annoying way.

"Well, you were just here the other day. There's something you don't understand, is there?"

The captain knew Roland well.

If this cat man didn't have to, he would definitely stay in his uncle's drugstore all day, with a blanket wrapped around himself like a cat's tail, motionless.

Unless he's working, you can't catch him outside a drugstore.

"Oh, I heard a word and I think it's very interesting."

Roland tried his best to appear nonchalant: "Mystery box."

Fernandez lowered his head, and his fingers paused slightly as he turned the pages.

"What did you say?"

He closed the book completely and threw it onto a chair.

"What did you say?"

Roland repeated: "Cake."

“…What you just said was not a cake.” Fernandez tapped his forehead with his finger: “Mystery box, Delis’s mystery box, right?”

Delis's Mystery Box.

Roland's eyes moved slightly. "I don't know, Fernandez. I went to the monastery with Shandel before, and walked around inside. I heard a nun and her friend talking about this word."

Reasonable explanation.

Fernandez nodded.

It's not some big secret, and it doesn't involve any trouble.

"The Mystery Box of Delis, also known as the 'Thirteen Mystery Boxes of the Saints', is a..." He thought for a moment, "a, a not very popular legend?"

He explained to Roland.

This was a story that was not forbidden, but was rarely circulated among ritualists. It was normal that Roland had never heard of it before.

The Holy Cross does not recognize it, but it does not oppose it either—

Legend has it that after Saint Delis completed the ritual and caused the gods to fall into an eternal sleep, her life also came to an end.

She condensed her flesh, blood, soul and knowledge, made thirteen puzzle boxes and hid them.

Whoever finds it will be able to obtain Delis's knowledge and heritage.

Because there are thirteen in total, Delis's legacy is also called the "Thirteen Mystery Boxes of the Saints".

"That's it."

Fernandez yawned, picked up the list again and looked through it.

"Old stuff, Roland. Just like the fake story of someone claiming to have discovered a cave and obtained a mystical organ left by an immortal... just to fool those young fools."

The Thirteen Mysterious Boxes of the Saint.

In Bristol he unscrewed one himself.

"So, the Holy Cross doesn't forbid this 'rumor'?"

Fernandez raised his eyes and said, "This can only be beneficial. Moreover, Ms. Delis has made great contributions and can be regarded as saving the world. She should leave some legends behind... This is nothing."

"It's really new. Are there still people discussing this now?"

The captain smacked his lips.

"It's outdated."

(End of this chapter)