The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 763: The Vitality of the Immortal (Addition)
"So, when we meet this kind of person, we are doomed?"

After spending ten minutes handing over the 'puppets', Peter Heller led the executive officers to sweep down again.

Down again.

It's the second underground floor.

This is also the floor of Noti Golden Lamp that is not open to the public. Roland and Shandel had previously speculated that this floor might store many things that are not visible to the public, or it might be a resting place for some employees.

Peter Heller agrees with the first guess.

But what is really stockpiled must be seen with the three young men’s own eyes.

He rejected York's request to "take a breath" and asked him to follow Roland closely and walk down the ladder step by step in an unusually firm manner.

The further you go down, the colder it gets.

"First of all, you have to think about why you met 'this kind of person' - Seventh or Eighth Ring Ritualists are not like the girls in the East District who are everywhere after dark."

"Not only in the Empire, but also in the entire world, eight-ring ritualists are rare. Collins, tell me, why did you encounter such a person?"

Roland said he couldn't think of it.

Maybe…

bad luck?

"In terms of luck, no one is worse than you."

Perhaps it was Valentine's appearance that made the old gentleman's nerves suddenly tense and then relaxed, so that now his speech seemed a little light.

"But you are also one of the lucky ones. You, Cinder, and Fernandez are all lucky."

He understood.

The man-made disaster in Bristol alone was enough to devour this team that only had four rings at most.

But they survived.

He didn't think that it was all thanks to Fernandez as the report said - Peter Heller knew the level of Fernandez Devinsson.

There is a secret organ, an unpleasant title, nimble hands and feet, and a bit more strength.

Apart from that, all that's left is the courage to die.

Nothing worth mentioning.

So the key is not him.

Peter Heller was walking in front and subconsciously glanced at the young executive who was half a step behind him.

Perhaps Shandel Kratov could save his life.

But it couldn't save the entire team.

Roland Collins…

Has his own secrets.

Just like he didn't ask how the sailboat in the storm managed to sail a miraculous course and leave the tsunami behind in the first light of day - the report said that they worked together with the sailors.

As for the real reason...

He can guarantee that it will never be because of Blade, Fernandez, or Shandel.

Then, only Herrez and Roland are left.

Maybe…

Does the second ring of Jerez, this remote fishing port, have the power to perform miracles?

"Mr. Valentine is the head of the Military Intelligence Agency. Although I don't like that place, I have to agree with him - he is an extremely harsh person, especially when it comes to ritualists."

Peter Heller said.

"The fact that he has extended an invitation to you means that you have the talent to deserve it."

Roland didn't care whether he was invited or not - his relationship with Enid determined where he would be.

"What is the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"A blood prison that claims to protect the empire from invasion, but in fact mostly persecutes its own people."

Roland said "oh" and told a joke: "Like the Inquisition?"

These words completely ruined Peter Heller's plan.

He followed Chandel's low laugh, and with York's puzzled look, he turned around and nudged Roland's shoulder with his elbow.

"Now I understand why Fernandez always said he hoped you were dumb."

"He has too many unrealistic hopes. If you get to know him for a long time, you will find that he is like a child who is opening a banned book for the first time."

“I didn’t have much contact with him.”

Peter Heller said: "The same goes for the blade." The old gentleman felt a little emotional when he mentioned these two people, including himself.

"You seem to be naturally likable. How long have you been a member?"

He knew very well that his affection for Roland was not because of Enid Jutia—he had already recognized Roland before they knew that "regardless of the relationship".

Oh.

There was one person who hated Roland unwaveringly.

"Valentin is the most powerful sword in the hands of our Supreme Being, bar none. Although I don't know the relationship between Lady Enid and her, only Valentine can tolerate a mind as innocent as a child and anger as angry as a child."

"This one has a firm stance, from the very beginning."

Peter Heller said this casually, revealing another "secret" that was not really a secret.

"You should have been in touch with him a long time ago."

"Who?"

"Valentin."

"I never knew anyone like that."

"I mean, with the people around him - you remember, there was a person who claimed that he would never participate in this search, but he responded to the call..."

Roland paused.

"Ms. Julie?"

Peter Heller's voice was like a dandelion crown in the windless afternoon, slowly sinking in the darkness: "Ah, to be exact, her full name is..."

"Julie Valentine."

Roland was silent for a moment: "…It sounds like she doesn't like her father very much."

"I'm glad you didn't guess about her lover or wife," Peter Heller said with a smile in his voice. "Only a few people know that, in fact, she didn't - oh, here we are."

The heels tapped out rests on the flat stone slabs.

A thick arched door with its chains torn off.

A strong stench of decay was about to emerge.

Above the flickering oil lamp, on the iron hook where the deer's head should have been hung, was hanging a man's head - he had a ferocious expression, his entire face was covered with bright green blood vessels, and there were dry tear marks under his eyes like juice.

His torso was torn into several pieces and placed in front of the door.

"Mr. Valentine has a unique way of persuasion."

Peter Heller looked up for half a minute, then walked around the porch banging and hammering as his apprentice looked at him in confusion.

The portable oil lamp blew away the shadows that had accumulated underfoot.

Some lush green broad leaves and sword-like narrow leaves.

There are many slender "leaf needles" on the surrounding walls that penetrate deep into the red bricks - when you touch them with the lampshade, there is a sharp metallic scratching sound.

"Sixth ring of "Undying", "Forest Witch."

Peter Heller said softly.

"The ability to cultivate and improve companion plants through secret techniques is a power possessed by the fourth ring. But if it comes to this," he motioned the three people to come forward and touch the 'steel needles' that had penetrated the bricks with their own hands, "if it comes to this, the sixth ring is required."

He could imagine the lethality of this strange plant.

Maybe a potted plant in the hallway, a humble note or an oil lamp.

When you lean over, or pause briefly.

Millions of long needles that explode in an instant will turn you into a fly's favorite work of art.

Not to mention that the ritualists who can cultivate this plant have far more than just such 'simple' and 'compassionate' uses.

"Tell me, Collins. If you want to kill a sixth-ring person, how many rings of ritualists should you send at least?"

Roland was not fooled: "Intelligence is the most important thing, Mr. Heller. My teacher taught me that before becoming immortal, we were all mortals."

"You mean, a six-ring ritualist can also be killed by mortals?"

"Obviously. Like a fire that you can't escape from."

"Although the probability is extremely small..." Peter Heller slapped York's dishonest hand that was trying to pull out a piece to take home, "but you are right. Intelligence is the most important - I will tell you one now."

He turned around, looked at Chandel and Roland, took out a silver tin wine jug from his coat pocket, unscrewed it, and poured it on the torn torso.

"The vitality of the Immortal is far greater than any other path."

He lit a cigarette for himself, stretched his arm back and let go of the match.

Amid the exploding flames, the three executioners heard howls filled with pain and hatred.

(End of this chapter)