The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 72 They Are Not Easy to Provoke

Chapter 72 They are not easy to mess with
The differences between Fernandez and the Crows are not huge.

In a way, Roland thought they were similar, except that Fernandez was more respectful to Enid.

The man with the cigarette in his mouth casually mentioned what had happened between them.

'It's a story about a man who was bewitched by evil cultists and turned into their birth nest.'

Roland didn't know what a 'birth nest' was, and the word just sounded uncomfortable.

In short, she died.

Half a year after her defection, another team of executive officers found her in the carriage of a carriage after they wiped out a cult disguised as a dance troupe.

Apart from her torso, which was used for giving birth, only her head remained.

"You shouldn't have said those things in church, Roland."

Fernandez pulled Roland's wandering thoughts back and warned him very seriously.

"Heresy is no minor crime. If the crows insist on the issue, and the Kratov girl doesn't speak up for you, you'll be in trouble."

This is actually fine.

With Enid and himself, and the fact that there was no such thing as "factions" in the Inquisition, Fernandez was just trying to scare him.

But if Roland dared to speak like this in front of many people.

He would be in real trouble.

The Holy Cross has more than just the Inquisition.

The outside world is not entirely kind to Holy Cross.

"You must be careful about what you say and do. I discovered a long time ago, Roland, that you seem to have completely different views on many things. I don't know who led you in the direction of blasphemy or paganism, but judging from what happened today, you need to be vigilant."

It’s okay for a pagan, but if he is accused of heresy, he will have a hard time in the church.

Even if Lady Enid is partial enough, it won't work, because when the time comes, it won't just be the Inquisition that gets involved.

Roland thought of Cinder's surprised eyes just now, and realized how much "truth" he had denied in public.

"It's my fault, Fernandez. I promise it won't happen again."

Roland sincerely admitted his mistake to Fernandez.

Compared to the workhouse that was almost in the barbaric era, he became more and more aware that the danger in this developed city did not entirely come from "power".

Different fields are filled with different rules.

If those who enter do not abide by it...

At least, for now Roland had no power not to obey it.

Fernandez blew away the smoke and patted his shoulder. "It's okay. You are the one chosen by Lady Enid. Crow... he just likes to talk nonsense. The Inquisition will not get involved in the shitty things of the Inspectorate and the Church Monastery."

Roland nodded and asked, "You just mentioned the pagans... Miss Kratov also mentioned: the Art Association and the Great Whirlpool. Including the previous Ring of Eternal Silence."

Roland had read the scriptures, and they were not friendly to the believers of these foreign gods.

"But both the executives and the church seem to be very..."

"It doesn't matter to you?" Fernandez smiled. After talking about heresy, he relaxed. "Yes, compared to heresy, pagans are nothing."

Seeing that Roland was puzzled, Fernandez gave him an analogy.

On the difference between pagans and heretics.

He asked Roland, "Do you have any vegetables you hate?"

“…Kale?”

Fernandez nodded. "Okay, kale. As for me... parsley. So, listen to the following."

A: Hello, do you like to eat vegetables?
B: I like it.

A: Great! Me too! What vegetables do you like to eat?
B: Those that taste good and are good for health.

A: Great! Me too! So, which vegetables do you think can achieve the above two points?

B: Green.

A: Great! I think it’s green too.

B: Really? We are thinking alike. Not bad, you are also a vegetable lover?
A: Of course! Tell me, tell me your favorite one.

B: Chinese kale.

A: …How disgusting! You actually like kale. I thought parsley was—

B: You're disgusting too. I get sick when I hear the word parsley.

Now, another person joins the conversation.

A: Hello, do you like to eat vegetables?
C: I don’t like it.

Conversation ends.

Fernandez rubbed his feet, touched his nose to take a sniff, and crawled into the quilt.

"do you understand?"

Several candles were blown out, leaving only the shortest one, which flickered uselessly and died slowly.

The room gradually darkened.

Roland also crawled under the quilt, leaving his head exposed.

"You mean, heresy is basically recognized, but the key is different; pagans are different from the very beginning..."

Roland said to himself: "Heretics are like each other eating at one table, while pagans are at another table... Therefore, we hate heretics more and ignore pagans because they are fundamentally different from us."

"That's right." Fernandez admired Roland's ability to comprehend. He was definitely more than just a pretty face. "Of course, if we talk about the difference in private..."

"That means pagans are more difficult to deal with."

He made a joke that wasn't really a joke.

Pagans are indeed not easy to deal with.

The "Maelstrom" is a group of fanatical naturalists who believe in the ruler of the quadruple spiral cycle and are barbarians who will fight at the slightest disagreement.

Not to mention the Ilet Art Association, which holds the "Organ" Road.

Those who could join there were either nobles, extremely wealthy, or extremely wealthy nobles.

After being labeled as art, even if the cult members are performing ballet inside, the enforcement officers still have to apply for a search step by step according to the procedures.

——If you don’t want to make enemies with the entire upper class.

Pagans are not to be trifled with.

"Aristocrats are not easy to mess with...?"

Roland was thoughtful.

"Yes, because of the Blue Blood Noble."

In the darkness, Fernandez's voice was clearly audible: "As you can tell from the name, this is an alliance formed spontaneously by the nobles."

"There are ritualists, and there are mortals."

"You'd better stay away from them. That's why I reminded you last time, Roland."

"Why do you think so few ritualists would provoke nobles?"

Fernandez said: "...the low seats are mortals, and the high seats are ritualists. The low seats provide connections, money, and power support, while the high seats provide mysterious protection. This complex and close community of interests is very troublesome. A ritualist once killed a nobleman, and the result was..."

"The High Seat of the Blue Blood nobles avenged him."

"These people are born noble, and are equally arrogant in the waking world and the sleeping world."

Roland listened quietly and said, "I remember that at Mrs. Cherry Chloe's reception, the cultists attacked quite a few ladies?"

Fernandez hummed and asked, "Except for the ones killed by you and Cherry-Chloe, do you want to know what happened to the remaining two cultists?" The priest gave Roland an answer that surprised him.

There was no trial, no imprisonment, and certainly no torture.

Those two ritualists from the Cradle of Flesh...

Disappeared.

"What do you mean by 'disappear'?" Roland turned sideways, and the dim moonlight shone on Fernandez.

The other party had no expression on his face, staring at the bare ceiling, and said jokingly: "The so-called 'disappeared' means that I can't be sure whether those two people are dead, tortured, tried or restricted..."

"We caught those two guys, and then the Bluebloods and the NSA showed up."

"They took the person away, and until now, there has been no news."

"That's the reason why I didn't want to tell you before. The Ritualists are not complicated, and London is not complicated either. But London and the Ritualists are made up of humans."

He turned his head and looked at Roland dimly.

“Human beings are complicated.”

The Court of Inquisition...

Blue Blood Noble...

The National Security Agency…

The candlelight went out completely.

"I can tell you frankly that they should be released. So, you know why I let you stay in the church hospital for a while longer."

Fernandez sighed. He didn't want to tell Roland this, but he would soon grow from a 'boy' to a 'young man' - sooner or later he would have to come into contact with it, and sooner or later he would have to understand it.

"The Inquisition is a group of pure people..."

“But that doesn’t mean we can do everything.”

"The divine messenger holds a sword and shield."

"Sword and shield, which one is us...?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "I understand, Fernandez. Unless there is an accident, I will not provoke nobles casually... Oh, by the way, I heard Ms. Enid say a word, can you tell me what it means?"

"What?" Fernandez asked.

"Secret message."

Fernandez: ?
"…Why does Lady Enid always tell you this knowledge that you shouldn't know yet?"

"Enid: Because he made it up, idiot. I mean, I just stare at him all day."

"In fact, you have already seen the secret message, Roland."

Fernandez said.

"The holy water ceremony is a secret teaching."

He told Roland that in fact, secret knowledge, including the 'Great Art' and the 'Invisible Art', could only be gradually exposed to after becoming a formal ritualist.

"The secret teachings may be knowledge of the corresponding path, rituals. Or perhaps they are poems praising the path or the gods."

"It could be a method of applying a certain skill, a story, or a fragment. It could also be useless iron or hair, or an obscure hint that is difficult to understand - it is anything, but not the secret itself."

He rarely answered Roland's question with a riddle, then turned around and faced away from him.

"Go to bed early, Roland."

"Remember what I told you about the heretics..."

Frankly speaking, Roland is in a state of confusion right now.

Secret... probably only vague outlines; blue-blooded nobles? A little bit of fear, a little bit of curiosity; and those two cultists...

To be honest, if Roland used the worst possible assumptions, he thought, it's hard to say who "hired" them...

For example, a big shot.

It becomes even more chilling when we go further: Who is so brazenly colluding with the Cradle of Flesh and Blood that the Inquisition is even powerless... ?
Roland tightened the quilt and tucked it under his chin, leaving only his head exposed.

As for heresy...

That would be somewhat 'blasphemous'.

After listening to Fernandez's explanation, he always felt that the so-called "heresy" was a crime made up by the church to deal with its own people.

"Bingo~"

"Think of the kindly, respected Archbishop Kratov drooling on your hand."
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He wasn't drooling on my hand.

"It's even worse if it's something else, Roland."
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I always feel that you love to say such dirty words.

“You actually understood!!”

"The saliva of the Father of All Things! The pure little angel Roland actually understood it!"
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wrench.

"...Let me think about it. You understood, so that means you..."
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I go to sleep.

Roland forced himself to close his eyes.

Because the entire room is currently filled with white flames condensed by the wrench, "Haha".

but.

Tossing and turning.

Can't sleep.

Because Fernandez snores too loudly.

It's like there's an old man in his fifties with a hoarse voice leaning over your ear and yelling angrily.

It was so noisy.

Sometimes having too keen hearing is not a good thing.

"Since you can't sleep anyway, why don't we discuss the topic of drooling again?"
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Can you sleep.

"I'm not sleepy yet, are you hungry?"
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Ever since I knew you had a sense of taste, I thought that one day it would happen.
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You urged me to gain weight.

"Don't be so hypocritical... Oh, double standards. Doesn't your sister Cherry always urge you to eat? I've never seen you refuse."

Roland lay on his side with half of his face pressed against the pillow.

The moonlight is clean and bright.

"Enid~Little Rose~"

"Chelliam Beatrice~"
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You are so annoying.
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People have double standards and will choose what they prefer.

"That's not a nice word, Roland."
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If Yam kills someone, I don't care who it is or why.
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I will side with Yam 100%.

"Oh? Even if the person killed was a single mother who had done nothing wrong and left behind only a baby."

"Even if the person killed was a child."

"Even if Yam is a murderer?"

Roland leaned against the moonlight and hummed softly.

This was his biggest protest against Fernandez's snoring.
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That's right.
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Even so, I will stand with Yam.

Roland thought.
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I may not be able to meet your requirements, Wrench.