The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 358: False Story

Regarding the story of the mystery box and Delis, Fernandez said that if you really want to check, you can find more than ten versions.

Different sects have different views on Delis and the mystery box.

But so far, I haven't heard of anyone who has really found the so-called "inheritance" and "knowledge"... or heritage - boring life, boring days, there must be some stories to spice up, right?

Just as people always make up stories, ritualists are also people...

Is that right?

Roland was no longer a new executive, and he had spent the entire winter in London, so he knew the rules to some extent:

For example, in the Book of Eden, the number 'thirteen' is not auspicious - the thirteenth disciple of the Messiah later betrayed his savior and went to the side of the evil spirits.

Finally, they are thrown into hell, where they will be tortured by fire, poisonous smoke, and thorns for eternity.

Thirteen symbolizes betrayal.

At the same time, this strange number cannot be divided like the adjacent twelve or fourteen - this irregularity makes people feel uneasy.

Thirteen is not a good number.

If the 'mystery box' is really just a fabricated legend, then there shouldn't be thirteen of them.

Delis is a hero with great achievements.

He is a saint.

"Don't waste your time on this. It's meaningless." Fernandez folded a corner of a page in the book. Seeing Roland thoughtful, he couldn't help but laugh: "Many years ago, many people believed in this thing and were fooled by various means. There are many scammers among the ritualists."

He warned Roland that the Thirteen Mysterious Boxes were originally a story to highlight the greatness of Saint Delis and were fabricated.

However, the top brass of the Holy Cross believed that this might inspire some young, 'innocent' ritualists to face up to their own path and persevere through hardships.

Just like the "goddess" worshipped by the "secret scrolls" - barefoot and thin waist...

Nonsense.

If Fernandez were to say, it would be impossible for a true god to have the same "gender" as humans.

"That's all purposeful fiction. If you really have nothing to do, it's better to buy some candles than to waste your time on this."

Apparently, Fernandez didn't want Roland to spend too much time on this old story.

This story was created long ago when he was young, and perhaps even when Lady Enid was young - to this day, no lucky person has suddenly jumped from the lower ring to the immortal and announced to the world that he has found the mysterious box of Saint Delis.

It's all bullshit.

If Lady Delis had to leave something behind, she would only leave favors to the Holy Cross and to the place where she came from: the descendants of the Inquisition.

Although she is called a saint, she is also a human being.

How is it possible to create thirteen treasures and then have all the ritualists in the waking world scramble for them?
That doesn't make sense, that's illogical.

In short, these are all Fernandez knows about the Thirteen Mysteries Boxes—no less and no more than others, a very normal evaluation.

The next day, after he left the church, he reunited with Rose.

Miss Snitch has a lot to say.

She had been smiling ever since she went up to the second floor - she looked so excited as if she had discovered some incredible secret that she was eager to share with Roland.

I felt so urgent that I would suffocate to death if I said it a second later.

"Thank you... You don't know what I discovered yesterday!"

Roland was behind her, carrying tea, pies and two corners of sponge cake, and placed the tray on the small round table between the bed and the chair: "…Madeleine Terry is your sister?"

"Oh, how humorous." She rolled her eyes, pulled out a stool skillfully, put her hands on it, and straddled it.

She was not wearing a heavy long skirt today, but a pair of men's tweed pants and an old coat. Except for her delicate face and eyes that could make people stunned, she looked like a tomboy: "Let me tell you..."

"That Madeline is not a good person."

"It's not a big secret." "Oh, I mean, yesterday." Rose stretched her neck forward slyly, her voice was very cheerful: "Yesterday I followed her - guess what?"

"I guess?" Roland divided the teaspoons, quietly poured her a cup of smoking wine, and pushed it over: "She is not actually Madeline Terry, but Cinder Kratov pretending to be her?"

"Roland!"

"Be careful with the tea, Detective."

"Watch your face!" Green eyes glared, shaking her fist at him, "She went to five places yesterday! Five! She met five different men...the boy of the Father of All! She kissed five different men, in the same day, afternoon, and night!"

Roland listened quietly, poured himself half a cup, and then added some outrageous milk.

"It's no big deal."

"In Su Yue's memory, this number is not that much."
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I'm not questioning the numbers, wrench.

Roland picked up the teacup and took a sip. The aroma of milk mixed with black tea and two small pieces of sugar were added.

It tastes so good that people can't help but straighten their backs, and it is about to break through the soil and sprout.

"What I wonder is, will those five men be able to taste each other's..." He thought for a while, not knowing what words to use to describe it.

A layer of small bumps appeared on my arms.

Rose saw Roland rubbing his arms and laughed so hard that she fell backwards. "Hahahaha, if you think that way, then some girls won't be able to do business. You don't know how they clean themselves..."

She smiled and took Roland's hand, put her index finger in it, and then pushed his fingers back into her palm one by one.

then.

The index finger in the fist... is like looking for a candy bar that has fallen into the gap between the sofas.

Roland: ...

Sometimes he couldn't tell who was older and more knowledgeable, Rose or Enid.

Compared to this noisy thief, Enid seemed...

It was as if he had been locked up in prison for nearly thirty years. Although his body had matured day by day, his mind was still at the age of asking his tutor about unfamiliar words.

"From the time and frequency of your blocking me, I think you are almost proficient in this unfamiliar thing now."

Roland ignored the finger-hooking characters in front of him and asked Rose where Madeline had gone besides the man.

"hostel."

The girl shrugged and leaned back, kicking her boots back and forth. "She only dates those men - to be honest, they are all decent looking. She has some taste... Oh, she went back to the Church of Justice halfway..."

"I can't get in."

Roland was silent for a while.

Drink the tea in one gulp.

"I have to tell you a secret." He said, "About the "Mystery Box"..."

Rose blinked. "I thought there were no secrets between us. You mean: you and Chandel know everything, but I don't?"

Roland shook his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up a few times. He didn't want to joke about this topic: "A secret that may cause huge trouble..."

Rose squeezed her cup ears and scooped up her thin eyebrows: "Madeline Terry is your sister?"

Roland sighed, not wanting to hide it anymore: "It's my daughter."

"Oh, that's good... Who did you have the child with?" Rose asked again.

"Xander Kratofer."

"No wonder she looks so mean."

"Roland, is your illness contagious?"

(End of this chapter)