The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 370 Ch.369 Chatting in the Car
Before receiving the order to take action against Shelley and Terry, the Inquisition also had to put on an "appearance" - at least they had to show that they had indeed discovered and begun to be vigilant about the cultists appearing in the city.

This action is called "rat hunting" by Peter Heller - that is, instead of tracing the source, finding the rat nest and completely clearing out the rat population, the rats that are blind and come out to wander around are smashed on the heads with iron bars.

The Inquisition did this for years before Enid's change.

That's how we survive.

Because there have been too many mistakes before:

For example, if you catch a gentleman who is secretly trying to become invisible, and the father of that gentleman's wife is from the lower class of blue-blooded nobles, or if the daughter of a marquis is going to use an extremely stupid method to increase her charm so that men, including coachmen and gardeners, will look at her differently...

'Her smile is like a pair of open eyes, and her face is scarier than a cultist.'

Apparently, Crow was also involved in that mission.

This is consistent with his speaking style.

(If he wasn't afraid of dismantling the carriage, Roland really wanted to ask him how he knew it looked like that. It would be too easy for people to misunderstand his hobby.)
"If she had enough money to buy a mirror, she would know that unless the Father of All Things wakes up... Oh - I know why her parents are so thin. If they face a face like that all day, I'm afraid loss of appetite is just one of the most insignificant symptoms..."

Most of these ladies, gentlemen, or children involved in the case came from wealthy families and had extraordinary backgrounds. Likewise, they were not really crazy enough to use living people for rituals - so the court at the time had to leave them a certain degree of tolerance or privilege.

If he had been a workman, he would have been burned at the stake that same day—and if the bailiff handling the case was in a bad mood, his wife and children would have had to stay in the courtroom for a while.

But these girls and boys are what Peter Heller calls the meaning of the rat hunt.

Their servants were captured and beaten to death or burned to death; their coachmen and their friends of low status - in short, nothing would happen to them.

Maybe grounded from home?
If that can be considered a punishment.

"You haven't experienced that era, Collins, so you don't know what the executive officers thought at that time." In the carriage, Helle told Roland very sincerely: "Perhaps you think we are cowardly and have blasphemed the power given to us by the Holy Fire and the mission entrusted to us by the Father of All Things..."

"But I will say it."

“At that time, no one could support us.”

Peter Heller and Fernandez have one thing in common: they don't think that this was caused by Enid's "inaction".

"If the Inquisition, the Inquisition of the entire country, has to be supported by a little girl, I think there is no need for us to fight against the cultists. Isn't there room on the streets of the East District at night?"

He hinted at the prostitutes.

To be honest, putting those executives who gave up and left on the same level as prostitutes made Roland start to be interested in Peter Heller - he was an interesting man.

What he said was correct.

Although Roland himself did not want to evaluate whether the "Cross of Judgment" and "Flame of Purification of Souls" held high by the Inquisition were reasonable, and did not want to put the story told by Miss Nina and the teachings of the Holy Cross on the scale to determine who was higher or lower - but over such a long time, he had indeed seen too much of the beliefs of these "brothers and sisters".

Faith should not be strengthened by gods.

Whether He is strong or weak, maintains order or spreads chaos, teaches or remains silent - if one believes in a deity because of its power, then when He is weak, the believer has somewhere else to go.

No matter how powerful the gods are, how widespread the land is, or even the opinions of the Lambs, devout believers should not let this shake their faith.

Naturally, a true executor should not change what he insists on because of the behavior of a "chief judge".

Like Crow, Fernandez, and Mr. Peter Heller, they will hide from the rain or open an umbrella when the weather is bad, but they never think that there will be no rain or thunder in another land or country.

These gentlemen finally waited for the dawn.

"I can't guarantee that John Shelley and Madeleine Terry ended up in flames, but I can guarantee that they didn't end up in a good place."

Heller laughed heartily.

"Miss Jutia has taken action."

"We no longer have to calculate how many shots we should fire when we encounter an enemy so as not to spend two months' salary."

"No need to worry about not getting proper treatment after getting injured." "No need to be careful about offending some child, getting in trouble with the Inspectorate, or having your monthly bullets and ritual materials blocked by those flowery rubbish in the church - I heard that she is considering increasing the weekly salary of the executive officers recently, is that right?"

To be honest, Roland didn't know.

Enid hadn't mentioned this to him—the woman with the increasing ability to bite was always chillingly indifferent to the executive officers.

At least in front of Roland, she looked down on them.

At this time, Peter Heller's attitude was exactly the opposite.

Enid Jutia.

Roland understands...

A limited understanding.

She probably...

Don't really care about them.

Although the truth is cruel.

——She doesn't care much about who sits on the supreme chair among the Executors, the Inquisition, even the Cultists, the Holy Cross... or even this country.

"Maybe."

That was all he could answer.

"Perhaps, Mr. Heller. But I'm just an executive. If the salary is really going to increase... I can only drink a few more glasses with gratitude."

Heller was in a good mood: "Don't call me Mr. Heller, Collins. Call me Peter, and I'll call you Roland, okay?"

"It's my honor," Roland took this opportunity to ask indirectly, "Peter, I haven't been in the Inquisition for long, but I know some ritualists. I'm confused. The path of Holy Flame is obviously more powerful than other paths... Is it because I haven't come into contact with enough ritualists, or have I missed some knowledge?"

The carriage suddenly became quiet.

Crow glanced at Roland meaningfully, but unusually did not interrupt him. He and the woman on his shoulder looked out the boring window and at the boring street.

Peter Heller was sitting opposite Roland.

"…"Holy Flame"? "

He narrowed his eyes, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, that is indeed a desirable path, although, it is not as strong as you said, compared to other paths." He said this, but looked at his side: York. His assistant, or deputy? Roland was not sure.

The boy, who was probably younger than Beatrice, sat next to him obediently and didn't say a word the whole way.

"York is about to embark on the Path of the Holy Flame."

"A very wise choice." Roland smiled at the boy in a friendly manner. "You will definitely be a powerful and respected ritualist in the future, my brother."

York just smiled shyly in response and lowered his head.

"If possible, I don't want it to be this way." Peter Heller sighed, "But he doesn't seem to be so familiar with other roads."

Using the word "intimacy" is also reasonable.

"why."

"Because of the Holy Flame——"

"Old man, if I were you, I would keep my mouth shut." Crow suddenly spoke up without even turning his head: "Are you the one who can't wait to share secrets with others?"

(End of this chapter)