The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 73 Mrs. Pasetti Nineteen Miles Away

The next day, Crow did not seem to want to pursue Roland for heresy, but instead acted as if nothing had happened.

They arrived at the house of the lady who reported the crime by carriage.

She was once a famous local musical actress in Westmanlis and even performed as the leading role in the Garden Theater several times.

Later, she fell in love with a master and became his mistress.

This lady's life experience is quite legendary, and there are many gossips:
There was a rumor that in order to get the leading role, she framed her mentor and made her look bad on the stage, so that she could use the Baron's power to become the leading role.

There are also rumors that she secretly received the mercy of a sleeping god, which is why she was able to reach the pinnacle of art...

Nineteen miles, suburbs.

When Roland and his party arrived, they did not see the knight.

Maybe it's because it involves alien species and is too scary.

Maybe they're too scary.

The doorman was a hunchbacked old man who was almost toothless. He asked some questions and only shakily pulled the bolt open after Fernandez showed his badge and paper documents.

——If he suddenly fell to the ground, foamed at the mouth and died, I wonder if Fernandez would be able to explain it clearly...

"We thought of the same thing!"

The mansion located in the suburbs is not actually very big, but there are quite a few servants.

The ceremony was perfectly worthy of a lady.

The maid and the butler helped Roland take off his hat and served him tea.

The four people waited in the living room for nearly half an hour before the lady slowly came down the stairs, supported by the maid.

Proud woman.

This was her first impression of Roland.

After all, she is a lady who holds her head high even when walking down the stairs.

"Sorry for the wait, everyone in the church." Her voice was unusually weak, but her face looked rosy and shiny.

"arsenic."
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what?
"I just finished praying to the Father of All when you all arrived."

“Usually at this time, I’m in church.”

This not only explains the lateness, but also reflects piety.

"excuse me."

She stepped on the carpet, released the maid's hand, and knelt down.

Only then did the four of them see the sparkling gems on the long skirt reflected by the light, as well as the intricate patterns...

"I tried to find a long dress that was not too formal and could match the status of the guests." When she smiled, her soft facial lines became even rounder and softer: "This is the second most expensive dress in my wardrobe."

"This woman looks like you, Roland."

"hypocritical."
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Is this who I am in your eyes?

"Pretty and fake, fake and pretty."
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Thanks for your supplement.

"Hello, Mrs. Kate Pasetti. I am the executive officer of the Inquisition: Fernandez Devinson." Fernandez introduced Roland and others one by one, and then asked about the alien species without stopping.

"Don't be in a hurry, have some tea, oh, and some snacks..."

She asked the servants to help her sit down and invited them to take their seats.

After the plates of pastries were served, she spoke slowly.

Fernandez took out the leather-bound notebook he had prepared, opened a page, and began to record.

"…It always knocks on the door in the middle of the night. You know, although I am of humble origin, I am also a devout believer. I often hear the priests mention it, so when such a strange thing happens, I dare not let the servants open the door without permission."

Fernandez didn't take the opportunity to interrupt the woman, nor did he pay attention to her modesty. He wrote a few lines with a stern face and asked:
"I see you have a concierge."

"Yes, there was an old Mahler. His daughter left him and went somewhere unknown. I felt sorry for him..."

Fernandez patiently listened to her finish a paragraph of words like "Because the teachings of the Father of All Things touched me and helped me, I also helped this widow," and then he suggested asking the doorman if he saw anything.

"Nothing, sir."

The woman shook her head.

"A few days later, he also heard the knocking on the door. It was the sound of knocking directly on the door, over the iron gate. I didn't dare to let him watch and peek, what if..."

Fernandez nodded: "I understand. You are very kind."

Kate Pasetti raised a faint smile and said, "This is what I should do. Mahler is old and sick. If I could find a good doctor, I would really like to do it for him..." Fernandez did not respond at all. He lowered his head and wrote two lines in the leather book.

I also asked about the time and interval of knocking on the door.

“More and more often.”

Kate looked horrified, as if the room had gone cold at the mention of that thing.

"Heat the stove a little hotter." She instructed the maid, and then kindly asked Chandel and Roland if they felt cold, and sent someone upstairs to get a shawl.

The Crows don't have as much patience as Fernandez.

He narrowed his triangular eyes and stretched his neck forward.

"Ma'am, you don't seem afraid at all?"

"Of course I am, sir? Why do you say that?"

The crow tilted his mouth, ready to make a sarcastic remark, but Fernandez stopped him with a look.

"That's right, ma'am. You have to let us know some specific details. The aliens are very dangerous and evil. These inhuman creatures will only tear apart everything they see with their teeth and claws - I have to praise you again."

"Close the door tightly and notify the church immediately."

“You did exactly the right thing.”

This made the woman's eyes curl.

"But you have to tell us in detail. Some details even affect whether we can successfully solve this trouble that is disturbing your life." Fernandez changed the subject and successfully pulled the runaway horse back.

"Yes, I do know a little bit..."

Kate Pasetti paused for a moment, and after Fernandez was ready to record, she slowly said:

"It starts knocking on the door after dark, around, like, ten o'clock."

"It's been till midnight."

"At first, it tapped very lightly, like a caress..."

"Then, faster and faster, heavier and heavier..."

"It's getting heavier...heavier..."

As the cold and thin voice sounded, the woman's expression became more and more frightened.

She spoke faster and faster, more and more anxiously, her beautiful upturned eyes filled with panic: "What did it use to smash the door! It seemed that there was also a sharp weapon scratching the door... It almost broke in... It wanted to kill me... Kill us!!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, several maids ran over and hugged Pasetti.

Fernandez and Crow looked at each other and pulled out a glass tube from his inner pocket: there was golden liquid inside.

Holy water.

He dropped a few drops into a teacup and had the maid feed it to Pasetti.

It took her five minutes to recover from her hysterics.

People become increasingly haggard and weak.

"How rude..." she sighed.

Fernandez waved his hand: "Believe me, ma'am. Among those who have met aliens, you are definitely one of the best. Some people can't help their curiosity and hurt others and themselves; some people are only concerned with panic, but hurt more people; there are even people who have stupid ideas and try to find aliens to "talk" -"

"Your actions not only saved yourself, but also saved everyone in the house."

“You should be proud.”

The smooth and deep voice was like a cello with a lazy bow, slowly soothing the woman's emotions.

Roland listened carefully.

Fernandez was demonstrating a standard to him.

Standard procedures for handling cases.

He will have to do the same in the future.

"When did it appear? I mean… the knock on the door."

"...half a month ago, sir." The woman was obviously feeling better. After sending the servant away, she picked up the teacup and drank the black tea in small sips.

She glanced at the holy water lying flat on the table.

(End of this chapter)