The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 75 The Twin Courtyards That Never Wear Out

"You're a little smarter than I thought, Collins."

When Shandel came out of the side room and also said that he had found nothing, Crow began to check his weapons.

A machete, a five-barrel pepper box, and some holy water.

The whole table is full of bullets.

"But traitors are more likely to emerge among smart people."

Roland stroked his chin and sat on the bench with his legs crossed. "I do have this thought..."

The crow looked up suddenly.

"Just kidding, sir. Relax a bit before the big battle."

Shandel covered his mouth, muffling the sound with his palm.

Fernandez had no time for either of them.

He carefully took out a glass pot filled with red liquid from his suitcase.

A flesh-pink candle.

Two palm-sized, pure silver swords.

A piece of black bread.

A small bag of salt.

"This is a grand ceremony that only the Holy Flame can master."

As mentioned before, unlike the Minor Mysteries which are common to all ritualists, the Major Mysteries can only be mastered by ritualists who conform to the criteria and path, and are highly exclusive.

The Great Mysteries are different for each path.

For example, the ceremony Fernandez is preparing for now.

This was the first time Roland had seen it with his own eyes.

……

"The Great Ritual: The Unworn Twin Courtyards"

……

Fernandez said nothing and lit the flesh-colored candle first.

Then, he broke the black bread in the candlelight and swallowed it, then sprinkled salt into the red liquid and swallowed it.

Maybe it was the bread or the red liquid that made his expression look particularly ferocious.

"He..."

The priest raised his head, drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp, and exhaled.

Then, he walked quickly across the corridor and stuck one of the swords into the door.

Hold the other handful and put your hands together.

"Salt, water, food."

"It goes on and on, so it pierces the glass and the skin. It never goes out, it breaks the skull and lets the light flow in."

"If you pray to the invisible sun..."

"My flesh and blood are burnt, and my soul is burned."

He returned to the main hall, placed the sword between his eyebrows, and knelt on one knee.

“He does not heal plagues.”

"Or the aura becomes loving."

"But everyone knows that when the color fades to pure white..."

"Just brilliant, not kind."

gradually.

The sound became rumbling in everyone's ears.

Like cumulus clouds bringing rain, thunder is coming to the world.

The whole house began to shake.

In Roland's eyes, pale golden waves surged out from Fernandez's body one after another: he set up the "field" and then mixed it with the wonderful ritual.

Everywhere you look, everything emits a faint golden glow.

"Please..."

Fernandez suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly exerted force, stabbing the sword into the floor beneath his feet!

The floating and scattered glow suddenly solidified.

They were blocked in a circle with the main gate as the edge and Fernandez as the center, solidifying and gradually forming layers of solid but intangible golden "barriers".

Roland watched calmly, but his heart was surging like the waves of the ocean.

This is the great ceremony.

Such great power...

He even felt a power different from the "Secret", a surging and extremely hot power, descending on his shoulders, his face and his brain - like a boiling and bright torrent, dazzling.

That was almost irresistible.

"The twin courts that never wear out."

Crow pushed the bullet into the chamber of the gun, picked up the scimitar, and glanced at the stunned Roland: "Now, the life of your stupid captain is connected to this ceremony. Before he dies, this is an indestructible city..."

"Who do you think he's protecting? That woman? Or…"

Roland said nothing.

Pale flames danced in the amber pupils.

……

"Name: The Twin Courtyards That Never Wear Out"

"Criteria: Judgment"

Type: Grand Ceremony

"Ritual: Salt/Water/Food/Blood of the Righteous/Silver Sword (Principle)/Flesh Candle of the Righteous"

"Prayer: Brief"

"Using life as the axis, the ritual is promoted."

"The first sword is the heart, the second is the wall."

"Note: Is there anything more important than your own life?"

……

The blood of the righteous, the flesh of the righteous.

Roland was reluctant to think about the sources of these two materials.

He saw Shandel sitting next to Fernandez, holding the other's shoulder with one hand.

After getting permission, Crow pushed the door open with a scimitar in hand.

This was a complete "observation, judgment, ambush" - Fernandez performed the ceremony to protect the target (or...); Cinder Kratov alleviated his injuries and provided support to a limited extent, delaying time for the crow; the crow hid in the distance, observing and making a judgment:
Should we ambush, transfer, hold our ground, or request support?

Fernandez did not arrange a position for Roland. This time he was only responsible for protecting himself and familiarizing himself with the entire process.

When the crow left, Roland came to Fernandez and touched his arm curiously.

like…

No different.

Fernandez grinned: "Ask, Roland."

It can be said that this operation, apart from the alien species, is also for training Roland and Shandel.

Baby birds can't flap their wings, so he has the obligation to bring the wind. "It's not a ceremony." Roland thanked Shandel and let her help him sit next to the two of them. "I had doubts before. Fernandez, do executive officers never have to hide their identities?"

"I know what you want to say."

Men themselves have asked this question.

It was Enid who cleared his confusion for him.

"'Hide your identity, find your target, and strike a fatal blow' - something like 'Spy', isn't it?"

Roland nodded.

"Your questions are your answers."

Fernandez said: "That's what the executive officers do. We are not only swords, but also targets. As for concealing... I don't think you have to consider this issue. Even if there is, you can't be chosen - your appearance is really not suitable for this."

He paused, looked at Roland with a strange tone, and pointed at the dust-like glow around him: "I thought you would be worried about my health."

"That's not true."

"Roland is a heartless liar."

"I don't think you would be so careless as to hand over your life to someone you don't trust." Roland responded to his 'worry' question, "You trust Mr. Crow."

"Yeah, if even he can't be trusted..."

executive officer.

It's a sword, but also a target...

"If I don't hide my identity, my family..."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when Roland mentioned his family, he actually saw an emotion called fanaticism in Fernandez's eyes.

He seemed to be getting extremely excited.

"Once the cultists attack our family, they will have to face a judge who is all alone and has no ties!"

Every muscle in Fernandez's face seemed to awaken.

They squeeze each other, making people no longer honest.

He showed his teeth and grinned: "The death of relatives and friends is valuable. They took away our weaknesses. From then on, the cultists will never be able to defeat us again!"

"ambush?"

"Great! The Executor is the only one who is not afraid of an ambush!"

"As long as they dare to stand up, we will dare to raise our guns and brandish our knives!"

“We bring God’s judgment!”

When talking about this topic, Fernandez's eyes lit up with an amazing enthusiasm.

It made Roland feel a little strange.

"Fernandez?"

A pair of ambers gazed at him calmly.

Shandel put his hand back on his shoulder, and the warmth eased the rising frenzy.

"Thank you, Kratov..."

He coughed a few times, covered his face with his big hands, and exhaled softly: "Sorry, Roland. I'm a little excited."

This is more than just 'excitement'.

Roland's fingertips were cold.

"In fact, the Executors are all dangerous. I think Lady Enid has already told you that."

"I know what you're worried about—nothing will happen to Puhu Collins."

Due to the "specialness" of the "Holy Flame" path, its strong frontal combat capabilities, and the "evil reputation" of the Inquisition's executors, cultists in the general sense will not harm their families.

That would be pointless and counterproductive.

"Besides, someone is watching us."

Fernandez was silent for a while, adjusted his mood, and patted Roland on the shoulder twice.

Someone was indeed watching.

But to be honest, he was a little dissatisfied about this matter.

The one staring at Pushou Collins is even worse than me. I wonder what Lady Enid is thinking...

--etc.

——Could it be…

——Am I more suitable to be a teacher, more suitable as a gentleman with noble character to teach Roland?

——Anyone can be a protector, but when it comes to educating people, I’m afraid only I can do it myself…

After thinking it over, Fernandez was convinced that this was the case.

——I am so stupid. It took me so long to figure it out.

——Lady Enid...

——You think so highly of me.

"Fernandez?"

Roland called out to him.

The man, lost in thought, lit a cigarette for himself at some point, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

"Fernandez de Winson?"

“…Ahem.” The priest came back to his senses and looked at Roland, saying seriously: “Roland, I will definitely teach you well.”

Roland: ...

The ritual drives people crazy?

"You don't know how many tasks I have to shoulder. Hurry up, keep asking, do you have any other questions?" At this time, he was eager for Roland to ask questions, and urged:

"Ask as many questions as possible, and the harder the better."

"Ask him how long the big bat's tongue is."
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I don't want to get beaten.

"If he says he doesn't know, tell him: 'I'll measure it myself in the morning and evening.'"
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To shut up.

"Ask quickly!"

Roland was really annoyed by him and spoke without thinking.
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Even if I measure it, I will block you.

“Ahaha!”

Roland: ...

Someone started rubbing his temple.

"Roland?"

Now it was Fernandez's turn to be confused.

Ask a question…

Is this giving him a headache?
"…Fernandez, I was thinking. Now that we have locked on to the target, why don't we try to get more details about the alien through Mrs. Pasetti? Shouldn't this be counted as 'preliminary preparations'? She is obviously lying."

Roland finally managed to ask a question, and all he could hear was "Haha".

"Go ahead and try." Fernandez sniffed while holding a cigarette between his legs. "I've handled countless cases in the past eight years, but very few people are willing to cooperate. Roland, why didn't Crow and I want to question that woman again? We didn't even bother to expose her crude lies..."

"You have to find this problem yourself first."

"Go ask her."

The priest said with a smile.

"He smiled so kindly today."
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I think there must be something strange about this ceremony.

(End of this chapter)