The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 371: Left Hand Right Hand
Peter Heller was not one to keep a secret.

But Roland Collins was different in his eyes—Miss Judia was close to him, and probably, perhaps, was very likely to train this young man to be the next presiding judge.

And he proved himself: an apprentice killed one ring, and soon, he was promoted to a formal ritualist.

Although, Enid Jutia's actions were irrational.

But removing all the impossible, this is the only answer.

So, there's nothing you can't listen to about Roland Collins.

"You want to tell this to a one-ring ritualist? Is your brain damaged by drinking?" Crow turned his head and glanced at Roland who was still smiling.

He stretched out his index and middle fingers and pinched them twice in a place where they weren't noticing: on their legs, like crab claws.

Second Ring.

I am Erhuan.

"…I'm afraid you're too old to be an executive officer, Peter Heller."

"I'm afraid I can kill you twice in the time it takes you to take a shower." Old Peter smiled, then suddenly realized he had said something wrong, and asked in surprise, "Are you taking a shower?"

well.

This old gentleman is even more interesting.

Crow sneered and looked at York: "Your teacher is an idiot."

As expected, the crow's eerie appearance did not scare the boy, and he almost immediately blurted out a retort: ​​"He is not!"

"I can only tell you what I know, Roland. I also hope that you will forget about it after getting off the carriage." Peter Heller said to Roland.

He ignored the crow who had started another verbal fight with the child - it seemed like the crow could fight with anyone.

"In fact, the Holy Flame is like some other paths. If you know The Thinker well enough, you will know that those gentlemen who think they are full of wisdom will suffer physical damage every time they climb up."

The "Thinker" he was referring to was Charles Croy, with whom Roland had dealt.

The terrifying ritualist who can turn back time.

They begin at a certain ring, sleeping as often as necessary to combat the decay of their flesh—and, during their brief periods of awakening, finding a way to complete the ritual.

It can be said that being powerful is equal to the price of being powerful.

Roland found it extremely difficult just by listening.

"Holy Flame is similar to The Thinker."

Heller said.

"But the Holy Flame does not destroy human flesh and blood. On the contrary, after several grand rituals, we can almost tear steel with our bare hands and use our bodies to fight against swords and even gunpowder." He glanced at York, who was glaring at him angrily, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"But the power of the Holy Flame only reaches the eighth ring."

He suddenly changed the subject: "Promotion... from apprentice to first ring, how do you feel, Roland?"

Roland nodded: "My soul is ablaze, my flesh is warm, and my power is boiling."

"very good."

He said.

"The flame that the soul relies on to burn is the "qualification" - your soul is bright, and your flesh and blood are like spring, which is the precursor to the promotion: and I am afraid to tell you, Roland, the "holy flame" has reached the eighth ring... or before the seventh ring? I'm not sure. At a certain ring, they no longer need "qualification". "

Roland frowned: "What does that mean?"

"That's what it means." Heler paused and sighed, "That's what it means. Every time they come into contact with the 'mystery', these invisible forces will become the fuel for the ascension ring, pushing them to continue to climb upwards..."

"Whether they want to or not."

This sounds...

Seems, very beautiful?

If no qualifications are required, then when the "Holy Flame" reaches the eighth ring, it is equivalent to obtaining a 100% ticket to immortality?

As long as you come into contact with the mystery, you can keep moving forward?
Heller smiled stiffly for a moment, but sadness appeared in his eyes: "Yes, if there is a road above." What a pity.

The path of "Holy Flame" has only eight rings.

The ninth ring does not exist.

In other words, no one has ever reached the ninth ring alive.

“No qualifications are required, no ceremony is required.”

"As long as you keep touching and using the "Secret", you will soon be able to open the door to the ninth ring..."

"Its name is: Death."

At this point, Peter Heller seemed to realize that the atmosphere in the car was really depressing. He walked over to York and opened the window a little to let the cold wind in.

"So over the years, the executives who knew this secret did not blame Miss Enid Jutia. We even preferred that she stay in the office... all the time."

At this time, the crow, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"You don't think she's really afraid of death, do you, Heller? That woman definitely has some plan, but we don't know yet. She was just promoted to the eighth ring not long ago. If it's true as you said, there were at least a few times when she could save more than a dozen executives with just a few words."

Crow looked at Roland.

“But she didn’t do anything.”

"I think you have to face a reality: as an 8th ring girl, she doesn't have much left to burn."

Roland now began to wonder whether the crows were targeting Enid or the Holy Flame...

Or, the Inquisition.

"What's funny is that the church once believed that the Holy Flame was an extremely useful cannonball and consumable, and once cultivated these people in large quantities - but perfect Merciful Ones are hard to find. In this era, they are even rarer than those who are full of venom."

The crow looked mocking.

"Take a guess, Roland Collins. Apart from the fact that there are very few people with such "qualifications", what made the Church abandon such an interesting plan?"

"A powerful path, a convenient weapon that can climb upwards endlessly and self-destruct when used up?"

Heller pinched the bridge of his nose, unwilling to beat around the bush on this topic, and directly revealed the mystery to Roland, interrupting:
"…A certain saint in history was a ritualist of the Path of the Holy Flame. She was at the sixth ring at that time."

then.

In one choice, she gave up 237 citizens and chose to save the pet dog that had been with her for 15 years.

When she arrived at the disaster site holding her dog...

Excellent.

'But I can't lose Lulu.'

Later, she said this - Lulu was the name of the dog. By the way, the dog died two months later from bloating due to eating too much.

'That's all I have.'

From then on, the Holy Cross kept its distance from the "Holy Flame". Not to mention the Saint, any high-level positions were not allowed to be held by ritualists of the Holy Flame Road - the higher the level, the further away from the core of the church.

They are afraid that these lunatics who have no feelings or are too sentimental will say one day: I gave up the whole city for a reason...

Because I want to save my teddy bear.

"There's something wrong with all the ritualists... here." Crow suddenly leaned over and stared at Roland quietly. He used his index finger from his black leather glove to tap his temple and said, "Roland Collins, if you don't want to be dragged down to hell with that woman, stay away from him."

Roland glanced at the tassels of the thin curtain covering the glass window, smiled at York who was peeking at him, then turned to the crow and asked:
"Pull...left hand, or right hand?"

The carriage fell into an eerie silence.

Helle suddenly couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up and wanted to laugh out loud.

well.

Roland Collins.

(End of this chapter)