The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 82 Nostalgia

Fernandez's chest rose and fell. He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then put away his gun and spoke slowly: "Check the surroundings, Crow. I'll go make sure the target is safe."

When he pushed the door open, he glanced at Roland and Cinder first, and then at Kate Pasetti.

"I don't think it will ever bother you again, ma'am."

Fernandez flexed his wrist.

The continuous gunfire half an hour ago made his wrist sore, and using that special power also made him exhausted.

There was a winter chill about him.

"Please rest assured, we will conduct three re-examinations according to the standards, but you should go to the church again later..."

Fernandez and Mrs. Pasetti talked quietly, turning back to look at Roland and Cinder from time to time.

After a while, the woman knelt down towards them, then turned and went upstairs.

"She said she wanted to thank you for listening to her story."

Fernandez pulled out a chair, picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all. He rubbed his face with his big hands and pressed his temples: "…What did you talk about?"

"We talked about Fernandez de Winson promising not to let an apprentice face the xenomorphs and then using his abilities to almost let him run into battle."

Fernandez: ...

How the hell did I forget about this.

The man cursed inwardly, but pretended to be calm on the surface. He snorted in a controlled tone, "Do you think I haven't thought of it? With Kratov here, Roland, what you said is simply impossible to happen."

"Is he calm on the outside, but actually panicking?"
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I think so.

"It should be hard."

"…So that's how it is." Roland suddenly realized, and said, "Then I should tell Ms. Enid that I am grateful to Miss Cinder Kratov. Since Archbishop Kratov saved me last time, he has never come to thank me - I think, let's do it together this time."

Fernandez: "Roland."

Roland: "I don't know what kind of thank-you gift to prepare..."

Fernandez: "Roland."

Roland: "Maybe a pair of deerskin gloves..."

Fernandez: "Roland, a meal."

Roland: "Monocle... Kratov, does the Archbishop wear glasses?"

Fernandez: "A meal at a fancy restaurant."

Roland: “Alas…”

Fernandez: “One week.”

Roland: "I think we should wait a little longer."

Shandel covered his mouth with one hand and pressed his stomach with the other, laughing so hard that he almost choked.

Fernandez looked annoyed. He poked Roland's forehead with his short, thick index finger, then turned around and asked Kratov.

It’s the same problem as before.

Shandel briefly repeated what Pasetti had said earlier.

At this time, Crow came in from the door, swinging the mask.

"Really? No wonder the report says..." Fernandez muttered a few words, raised his hand to move the utensils on the table, and Roland took out a wooden box from the luggage under the cupboard.

Put it on the table.

The box is made entirely of wood, but when opened, the interior is found to be filled with gold.

Even the long rivets that nailed it were made of gold mixed with some other metal.

"Few magical items are active. Gold can provide a weak barrier. Also, don't be greedy and try to take the gold in the box. Once discovered, you will be charged with a serious crime." Roland muttered to himself as he opened the box.

Fernandez was very satisfied: "I was just about to ask. You remember it very well... You did a good job this time too."

"He seems to have done nothing except resting in the house." Crow narrowed his eyes, put the mask into the box, and said something sarcastic.

Now, he not only had a strange smell, but also smelled like gunpowder.

The spirit disappeared. "He's just an apprentice," Fernandez shrugged. "You didn't do anything on your first mission either, Crow."

"I was 'participated' in the operation to encircle and eliminate alien species during my first mission, 'Captain' Devinson. I remember it was an echidna?"

The crow has a point.

"If you must say so." Fernandez turned around and looked at him with interest, "Roland Collins' first mission should be in Lord Mince Croy's salon."

"In that salon."

"He worked with Madam Chloe to kill a cultist who had entered the ring."

Shandel smiled and clapped his hands lightly, saying, "Great, Collins."

crow:……

The ritualist with a distorted face pondered:
If you want to belittle Roland, you have to elevate a woman's role in that battle; but if you belittle the woman, you have to admit that Roland Collins did play a key role.

He despises women and hates Roland Collins, who is favored by Enid.

After thinking for a while, Crow spoke softly, "Maybe that cultist was stupid enough, Devinson."

"I guess you would say the same thing." Fernandez shook his head with an 'I guessed it right' expression on his face. "Come on, even if you are a lunatic, I guarantee that you can't find a few apprentices who dare to confront the ritualist head-on."

"not to mention…"

Fernandez lowered his gaze and glanced at the man's legs...

Pearls between.

The implication is self-evident.

"I can't find them, for they are all dead, Devinsson."

Crow glanced coldly at Roland, who smiled but said nothing, and roughly pushed the gold box to them, then turned and left. "I will have a second re-examination tomorrow. I really hope I don't have to ride in the same carriage with you..."

Fernandez ignored the crow, or rather he was already used to it.

After he put the mask in place, he wrote a note and put it at the bottom of the box.

"We will conduct several re-inspections. If everything goes well, we will be able to return by car soon." He looked at Shandel and asked casually, "This is your first mission, Kratov."

"Fifth time, Captain Devinson."

Shandel smiled. "It is an honor to work with you and witness your prowess, Owl of the Inquisition."

"W-what...Owl?"

This was the first time Roland heard such a name.

Shandel glanced at Fernandez, and after he nodded barely noticeably, he continued to explain: "That is Mr. Devinson's title - a title that can only be obtained by ritualists of high level or possessing mystical organs..."

Roland blinked: "So, the purpose of the title is..."

"It has no effect other than letting your enemies know you and become more vigilant." Fernandez patted Roland on the shoulder and brushed it off.

He didn't seem to like this 'title' that was like a target on his head.

No use.

"I have a mystical organ... You can't access these at the moment. After a while, I will apply to Lady Enid to open some banned books for you." Fernandez said casually.

When it comes to talking about occult organs, it is a huge topic.

"Mysterious highly condensed matter..."

"It is rare even among ritualists, extremely rare..."

Shandel turned to Roland and said, "I have looked for it, but it is too precious."

"The bishop hasn't yet, Kratov." Fernandez joked, "Your talent is already more valuable than the mystical organ."

Roland seemed not to hear the conversation between the two and stared at the mask intently.

Some white mist poured out of the box, gradually submerging the table, ankles, and even the living room and the faces of three people who were talking...

'You will have a chance to witness the past of highly mysterious items with your own eyes.'

Nostalgia was triggered.

(End of this chapter)