The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 38: Uncertain Path Ahead

In the training ground.

The agile boy tilted his face and pointed his ear towards the man in front of him.

He pulled the arm holding the dagger behind his waist, bent his body, and stepped forward on tiptoe.

Fernandez was across from him, eyes closed, holding the same style in his hand.

Both parties simultaneously relaxed their breathing and moved closer to their goals. The application of "secret" was fully reflected in the two people - they tested each other and captured each other's position...

then.

At the touch of a hair.

The boy was like a leaf dancing in a hurricane, moving in a disorderly and uncertain manner, and each time he moved away just a second before the blade passed over his eyes or neck - and the advantage of dancing on the tip of the knife was that his attack looked more terrifying and deadly than a venomous snake.

Fernandez's dagger passed Roland's neck, perhaps just two or three hairs away.

The next second after the dagger left the neck, Roland's attack had already returned.

Fernandez leaned forward and had no time to retreat. He hastily swung his arms, but the dark green rubber dagger flexibly avoided his attack and stabbed him accurately in the neck.

Hit the mark.

The rubber blade was bent.

"Good job, Roland."

Fernandez opened his eyes, wiped the sweat off his face, rubbed his neck, walked forward, and patted Roland on the shoulder.

Finally it worked.

……

Physical fitness, fighting.

The days passed quickly.

Weeks of training not only cast a layer of solemnity on that pretty face, but also made Roland visibly stronger - he was finally no longer flat, his chest, arms and thighs were slightly "bulky", and Fernandez said he had grown taller.

boom.

A stone hit the iron sheet.

The next second, flames spurted out of the muzzle, and the bullet hit the center of the circle, making a long "ding" sound.

Roland tilted his ear and lowered his gun.

Maybe it was due to the training, or maybe Roland slept too well every day, but the fuzzy and soft tentacle had unknowingly "grown" a second one:

Like an invisible ribbon in the water, floating beside the boy.

Fernandez was laughing and clapping on the side. There were many small stones scattered on the table.

The bullet was unloaded and put back into the holster at the waist.

Security check.

Fernandez came over and asked with concern, "How have you been recently?" He meant whether Roland had sensed or entered the Eden of the Father of All Things, besides the dense forest...

or elsewhere.

Two weeks ago, Enid got him a piece of amber and a small piece of finger bone through a "friend" - a standard item.

however…

Roland found nothing.

He shook his head in silence.

Fernandez stared at the boy:

More than two months later, he does look taller than before.

The slightly longer black hair was simply tied into a small braid at the back of the head, leaving only a few strands of hair scattered on the sides of the face;
The slightly cold golden eyes are like a dark golden mirror, the nose is straight, the lips are slightly upturned, and she is as pretty as a girl.

The silk shirt and vest she wore outlined her slender waist, which was held in place by a dark leather belt.

He wore straight trousers and spotless black pointed leather boots.

He is attractive enough just by standing there quietly.

Recently, Fernandez often stood not too far away, looking at him strangely, making clicking sounds with his mouth.

"I don't mean anything else, Roland."

"But you are so beautiful..."

“It’s thrilling.”

Fernandez recalled the first time he met the child:
Long hair covered her eyes, she curled up and shivered, and she couldn't walk steadily - just like a sparrow that was caught in a rainstorm and was about to starve to death. Now, it's really different...

Roland Collins.

"You should go to the theater," Fernandez exclaimed, patting his shoulder and squeezing his arm. "If only you could come with us..."

Who doesn't like beautiful people.

But Fernandez feels a little regretful.

To this day, Roland still hasn't found the 'right' path.

Or rather, what Enid said came true.

'The road chooses the man, not the man chooses the road.'

Roland entered the sleeping world several times, but never reached anywhere except that dense forest - yes, anywhere.

Whether it's the amber, the finger bone, or the dagger.

The results are undoubtedly the same, they have no effect.

Fernandez knew that this could only mean two things:
Either he is extremely suitable for the 'dense forest' path; or he is extremely averse to the path symbolized by the three standard objects.

This is such a pity.

You know, the path of "Holy Flame" is clear and definite. If Roland embarks on this path, at least before the fifth ring, he can answer any question for Roland.

pity…

"Have you decided?"

Fernandez handed him a towel and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"I do not know."

Roland gently wiped his fingers, which were stained with gun oil.

"It's been almost three months. I can't stay at the apprentice stage forever. Even though I can use blades and guns, I'm still a long way from being a true ritualist. I don't think the Inquisition needs a blind man who can only wield a dagger, right?"

"I take my salary on time every week."

Fernandez hesitated to speak.

In his opinion, it would be correct and safe for Roland to step into the realm of the Ten-Crown God.

The Great Ceremony...

so important.

What’s the point of a road without gods even if it reaches the high ring?

The higher he went, the greater the gap between him and the other people who performed the Crowning Ceremony.

Thinking of this, Fernandez's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth secretly: "Maybe I can ask other people for you..."

Roland shook his head and declined with a smile.

Because he knew the probability was low.

After spending these days together, Roland was basically certain that Aurora would not let him go anywhere else.

Even if he waits a few years.

Every time he dreamed, the goblin was sleeping on his head.

Also snoring.

To be honest, I don't have a high pursuit of the so-called "mystery" - such as reaching the tenth ring, becoming immortal, etc.

No.

He now has his uncle and Enid, and can gently lift the veil of another world. This is enough happiness for him.

Life is peaceful and stable, with enough food and drink, what is there to be dissatisfied about?

"The memories that Su Yue left you contain many methods of creating wealth. Although it's not simple, Roland, I am at least confident that I can make you rich."
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Is this consolation? -
I don't really feel too disappointed.
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Besides, Aurora is cute.
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I now believe that maybe it really is the road that chooses people.
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You see, I have three pills that accompany me to sleep every day, and they have no effect.

"You are aware of the Inquisition's attitude towards xenomorphs."
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Equivalent to cultists?
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But I don't seem to have any other choice, wrench.
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My eyes, my organs, part of them come from Aurora, right?
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If I don't choose this great path, I even suspect that the mysterious door will be closed to me forever.

"I'm not trying to interfere with your choice, Roland."

"I'm just telling you what kind of future you're heading towards."
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What kind of future?
The fire in his eyes suddenly became stronger.

"Awesome future!"

Roland: ...
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You're cuter than Aurora.

(End of this chapter)