The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 720 Ch.719 Lion Jerez

Many children were 'pile' up in front of the church.

and their parents.

The four people were not aware of the situation and just watched silently.

When Herrez came out in his robe, all the children shouted at the same time:
"Here comes the big lion!"

It looks quite like a lion.

Heres was not angry either. He pretended to "roar" fiercely, and waved his arms among the children like the claws of a hunting lion, causing these little guys to shout and disperse, gather, and disperse and gather again.

The women in coarse aprons showed incomprehensible smiles.

Watching the only father of a group of children.

After a few minutes of fussing, Jerez panted and begged for mercy from the kids: "I can't do it anymore! You filthy little bastards! I can't do it anymore!"

The children were smug as they watched him breathe heavily, wipe his sweat, and rub his waist. Some of them gloated at a distance, while the more conscientious ones timidly stepped forward and rubbed his arms with their dirty hands.

Surrounded like this, the lion came before the women.

Now it’s time to say hello.

"Good morning, Mr. Herez."

The 'leader' of the women - obviously, the most 'cultured' leader, at least she knew how to talk to a clergyman decently, and had the courage to do so.

"Good day, Penny."

There was no such thing as 'Miss Madam' in Jerez, and these fishermen's wives were not worthy of such a hypocritical title.

He waved his hand, and while the other party was hesitant to speak, he took out a few coins.

Pull it up and put it in her palm.

"Come on, Petunia, I have a guest."

His movements were wild and rough, like a lion.

But no one cares.

Perhaps the stallions would like the priest more, but they love Jerez, the lion, more.

"But you..."

"Go, go! And you too! Little bastards! Who stepped on my heel?" He turned around angrily without saying a few words, baring his teeth and yelling at the group of mischievous children: "Sooner or later, I will put you on the altar!"

The children laughed.

But the women were silent, and bowed deeply to Herrera amid laughter. Then, calling back their children, they whispered a few words to them, and forced them to bow to Herrera as well.

Jerez was a bit embarrassed.

"Go away! I can't stand the smell of you..."

He combed his tangled mane like a lion, glanced indifferently at the children who were about to gather around him, raised his leg, and kicked a boy in the butt with the tip of his shoe.

"Get out of here!"

Dispersed in a hurry.

The process takes less than ten minutes.

But it made Fernandez even more silent.

Blade kicked the cigarette butts on the ground and patted Herrera's shoulder, which was a rare occurrence.

"Can't survive?"

Jerez hummed.

"Cultists."

He looked at the backs of the group of women and sighed, "Three years ago, there was a little bastard in a cradle of flesh and blood."

The reason why I said "small" was not only out of contempt, but also because the cultist was really not up to standard.

Just a one-ring ritualist.

But it seduced many fishermen and sailors.

At that time, the priest sent by the church was not the one who was "executed by a horse".

He and Hez, together with the ritualists of the Great Whirlpool, worked together to capture and execute them, and soon calmed the situation down...

But many people died.

"None of these women's husbands deserved to die."

Heres was silent for a moment, and his voice, distilled by the scorching sunlight, was exceptionally calm.

"It was thanks to these people that the cultist was unable to incite greater chaos."

The husbands of these women are also "bewitched": you can say they are smarter, or you can say they are stupider. In short, these people seem to believe, but they are murmuring in their hearts...

When I got home, I discussed it with my wife again and again, and I was hesitant.

Eventually, the matter was reported to the church.

And the Great Whirlpool.

They no longer participated in the cult's meetings.

Instead it harmed them.

"There are seven in total."

Jerez looked heavy, and his fluffy brown hair looked withered in the sunlight.

"They agreed to hide in a place where they can't be found, and wait for us to catch them before -"

Obviously, it wasn't a place that couldn't be found. Roland narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that the church didn't give them the compensation they deserved."

Those who died from believing in cults, or from participating in cults, or from performing invisible arts in private, have no reason to ask for compensation - but these people have made merits.

They deserve compensation.

Whether it is the church, the Inquisition, or even the Maelstrom.

None of the three parties made any movement.

For three years, these women took care of menial tasks for others, taking care of their children, or receiving help from neighbors and relatives - some of which Jerez could not mention.

In order to survive, they have to do more...

Direct work.

For example, to comfort the sailors.

There is no way.

Roland now understood why Jerez had no savings.

"This little money is not important, my brother." The lion-like man waved his hand, not caring at all: "Can this little money allow me to live a good life? No."

"But it can soothe my increasingly sour conscience - I paid for this, not because they felt sorry for me, or because I was doing anything for the Tribunal... It was just my own decision."

He really had no savings.

But it should be respected.

"Where are the people from the Maelstrom?" Fernandez couldn't help but ask.

“It’s also fate.”

Jerez shrugged.

"The one in charge of this place is a 'fang'."

Shandel suddenly realized.

The animal teeth make sense.

Die in the darkness before dawn?

That's why you deserve to die.

Everything has its own way of survival. If you can live, it means you are strong. If you die, don't expect anyone's mercy - this is how nature works.

Your own problem.

"damn it…"

Fernandez cursed: "Those *tree-trunk monsters..."

He cursed like this, but ignored the inaction of the court.

The court didn't give a penny.

But those women...

I guess it's the funding from the Tribunal?
or.

Just because of Jerez.

Roland didn't know.

But there are always some tragic and shining stories happening in the world all the time.

You catch a small part and miss most of it.

Whether witnessed or not, they are silently shedding tears or shining.

"Heres."

Jerez heard someone calling him from behind.

Turn around.

A white object flew towards him - he stretched out his hand to block it, then grabbed it.

It is a coin wrapped in white paper.

When unfolded, the white paper is no longer white paper.

It is a stack of several small-denomination banknotes.

Jerez looked at the banknotes and then at Roland.

"allowance."

The lion-like man scratched his head, wanting to refuse but not knowing how to start: the other party just turned his face to the side and lowered his eyes to observe the small hole made by the silver-handled cane in the mud.

Roland had long known that some people's flesh and blood were warmer than normal people.

The warmth of flesh and blood comes from conscience, so.

"An allowance for conscience, my brother," he whispered.

Haifeng waited at the alley entrance and listened to their conversation.

Heres grinned, gently clenched the kindness in his hand, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"I knew he had a handsome face and was a good person."

Fernandez rolled his eyes and raised his head silently.

The sun is blinding.

(End of this chapter)