The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 149 Ch.148 Devil's Saliva

"Roland, don't you want to know..."

Xindel Kratov became more and more "talkative" - ​​she was almost pulled forward by Roland's hand, and her mouth could not stop talking.

Passing through the bushes, they entered a "maze" made of green plants: the plants in the garden were carefully trimmed.

Roland walked quickly.

Someone greeted him along the way.

Waving, whistling, or staring at him quietly.

The shadow riding a broom flew over his head and disappeared into the night; a row of crows stood on the branches, their blood-like eyeballs turned with Roland's figure; the staggering zombies slowly approached him, and were quickly burned to ashes by the black flames.

His wrist was aching slightly.

The pale silver scar gleamed in the moonlight.

Mortal scars.

"This is a ritual that can release one's inner addiction."

"The more you lose, the more scars you have, and the easier it is to fall into a trap and be unable to extricate yourself."

Roland used his teeth to pull down the cuffs, revealing the scars completely.

-

It hurts.

"I guess I know why the big bat didn't let Fernandez come in with you to 'play'."

"The higher the level, the more scars you have."

The zombies behind him were still walking slowly towards him.

Roland didn't want to know what would happen if he was caught by his 'fantasy'. He turned on his toes and quickly dragged the already 'crazy' Shandel into the fork in the bushes.

"Shandel Kratov."

Roland pushed the girl and his words were no longer gentle: "It's not the time we agreed on yet. Once we attract the attention of the cultists, we will have to face at least seven armed enemies..."

Shandel Kratov took a half step back, smiled and held his face, and turned around in the moonlight.

"Then you should abandon me."

Roland frowned.

Her mind was already in chaos.

"You should abandon me, leave me: the cultists will grab me - grab my hands, grab my legs, my neck."

"They suffocate me, make me struggle and twitch..."

At this moment, the merciful saint substitute tore open the face of the hypocrite in Eden.

She waved away the arm of the man who was trying to stop her with one hand, and her nails scratched his flesh.

Then, tasting the blood on her fingers with pleasure, she continued to retreat, with a charming look at the end of her eyes.

"You abandoned your teammates..."

"Let her sink forever."

"Will you feel sad, or regret it?"

"Or, never?"

"You have to bear this guilt for the rest of your life..."

"You will never live well!"

The vicious words could not continue.

Snap——!

A loud slap slapped her face crooked.

It also interrupted the increasingly fierce madness.

She was roughly strangled by the neck and her mouth was cut open with fingers.

Then, the hot golden flames burned all the way from the mouth, slid through the esophagus, and poured into the stomach.

Dispelled the coldness of the whole body.

Roland pinched the holy water and pressed her against the thick bush "wall" again.

Shandel's confused thoughts gradually calmed down.

Instead, there was a pair of cold and ruthless deserts.

"... I will not feel sad or regretful. Shandel Kratov." The young man looked at her and said in a flat voice: "But you, obviously have to thank me."

He observed the girl's face, messy dress, and watched her out-of-focus pupils gradually condense.

After a few seconds, he gently let go of his hand, turned his back to her not far away, changed a holy water, and drank it himself.

The crows, brooms and zombies around gradually faded away, and the faint laughter and piano music not far away emerged again.

The two did not speak for a long time.

Until Shandel Kratov returned to "normal" again.

"…Thank you, Collins."

She lowered her head and said, "Thank you."

It's not shameful not to notice her "change" in time - it's normal for a rookie who is only in the first ring.

But Roland Collins's behavior makes her look particularly "stupid".

Because compared to Roland Collins, she is definitely "outstanding" - the girl with an archbishop as her grandfather is not as good as a "country boy":

She is not sensitive enough to abnormalities, and she is not quick enough to deal with abnormalities.

Xindel Kratov...

Not as good as Roland Collins.

This indisputable fact is like a strand of black, thick and malicious poisonous juice spreading and growing wildly in her heart.

And then it spread everywhere.

Xindel stared at Roland's back with a sinister look, not knowing what he was thinking, and subconsciously licked his lips.

But...

But.

The pain from the cheek added a lot of special and inexplicable emotions to the poison.

Weird.

It was so relaxing.

It was like a pool full of sewage had its plug pulled out in one go...

So refreshing...

A strange feeling crept into my heart.

Cinder Kratov gently rubbed her cheek, caressing and kneading it again and again, feeling the layers of tremors that came from her body and even her soul -

When she began to recall the ruthless palm and the fierce blow, she could still vaguely remember the warmth of that person's palm, the sound of the wind, the pain and swelling on her face...

And the heart that was always sour but was suddenly lubricated tonight.

If it wasn't the moonlight that 'comforted' her, then who would it be?

‘New world. ’

Xander Kratof laughed silently.

She straightened her torn sleeves and collar, then Shi Shiran stepped forward and stood side by side with the young man who had his back turned to her.

"Thank you, Roland."

When Roland saw that she had arranged her clothes, he no longer avoided it: "You have to pay attention, Miss Kratofer. The holy water should be placed in the most convenient place to hold and draw. It is not easy here... I suspect that there is a ritual going on... "

"My mortal scars aching."

Xiandel nodded slightly, facing the moon gauze, and looked at the young man.

"Me too, Roland. We have to speed up the process. Do you have enough holy water?" She shook her long skirt, "I brought five."

Roland patted his belly: "I brought ten."

Seeing his action, Xander couldn't help but laugh: "...I'm so sorry, I should restrain myself."

Roland pretended to be angry and tapped Xander a few times with his fingers. He couldn't hold back and raised his lips together with her: "You have to hope that I don't fall down, otherwise I might roll up and you won't be able to catch up. "

This made Xander smile even more.

While laughing, Roland glanced at her somewhat red cheeks.

"…I have to say sorry to you too, Kratof."

Of course Xander knew what he meant.

As a result, hazy water vapor appeared in the girl's blue lake.

"We are teammates, Roland." Xander moved towards Roland with a smile, and lightly touched Roland with his shoulder: "In the future, I will save you many times, and you will save me many times - countless thanks and thanks. Sorry, do we want this 'polite' future?"

Roland smiled: "You are right, Kratof."

"Because of my stupidity, we wasted a lot of time... Roland, let's search separately." Xander pointed in the opposite direction, "Thirty minutes later, we will meet in the main hall - whether we find Benevin or not. "

"Be careful, Kratof."

Xander smiled: "I will never make the same mistake twice."

Roland nodded: "As soon as you notice something is wrong, drink the holy water immediately. If this is a test, we cannot fail at the beginning."

Xander smiled and watched Roland Roland's back gradually disappear at the end of the garden.

But it didn't move for a long time.

'The true sacrament...'

She retreated into the shadows again, caressing her cheeks, her skirt swaying, and she murmured in a daze.

'Give me more punishment, All-Father...'

'Beat my evil, my sin...'

The enchanting shadow was like a chaotic but extremely beautiful string, struggling and twisting in an orderly manner.

The moonlight is like water, and the eyes are like water.

As the blades of grass swayed, drops of saliva dripped from the devil's mouth.

Glittering dewdrops.

…………

…

The carriage lay quietly under a huge tree in the dark night.

Cut the bread with a table knife.

Use a silver spoon to stir the soup.

Enid Judith flicked her wrist, and the whirlpool in the soup bowl changed direction.

The leisurely lady ate and drank, calmly facing the two strange eyes on the other side of the small table - Fernandez and Crow.

Crow folded his hands and curled up on the sofa without saying a word; Fernandez was a little restless.

"grown ups…"

Enid pointed to the plate: "You can have some, I bought a lot."

Fernandez: ...

It’s not about eating or drinking.

"You let Roland and Kratoff go in like this?"

The lady focused on observing the vortex of the soup without raising her head: "...otherwise, what else should I give them? I have already warned that cultists are dangerous."

Fernandez frowned: "Most of the cultists in the Cradle of Flesh will use 'that' ritual. Once Roland or Kratofer fail to react in time, they will expose their secrets in public, and at the same time, they will also be discovered by the cultists. They It’s the ritualist…”

Enid snorted and slowly stirred the soup: "As long as they take the holy water in time, they won't."

Fernandez said to himself: I don’t know this yet?

The problem is, Roland and Kratof, these two rookies don’t have much experience.

Can they ‘take it in time’?

Once you hesitate.

Then...that could cause big trouble.

Lady Enid, don’t you care about Roland?

Why didn't you tell him this and instead let him take risks without knowing anything?

Fernandez doesn't understand.

Enid does something contradictory.

"Trust them, Fernandez."

Enid put down the spoon and glanced up at the crow, wondering who she was talking to:

"A sudden change on the spot, a wisdom in the study room. You underestimate the true genius, Fernandez. They will definitely be a well-matched and complementary pair."

Fernandez remains worried.

He was not worried about Xander Kratof. If the 'eldest lady' didn't carry some life-saving magic weapon with her, he twisted off his head and used it as a chair for the crow to sit on.

But Roland Collins…

This guy...

But don't let anything happen.

"That's how executive officers come, Dwinson."

Crow now began to speak for Enid.

Although he was not happy to see the Inquisition being dragged into disputes by this woman, he hoped that this organization could regain its 'glory' and regain the glory of Keshhai.

Clearly, Enid was trying to steer the ship, to change direction.

For this reason, he was willing to help Enid 'a little'.

——Whether it is conveying her will to the remaining brothers and sisters covered in blood and strong will, or supporting her in some of her decisions.

"Not every executive is born with a four-ring leader."

The crow glanced at the stupid bear next to him, and his words were thorny:

"All you have to do is wrap Roland Collins in a cotton cloth and hold him all day long - he is a swaddled baby? He is a ring, an enforcer of a ring, a sharp blade of the Inquisition."

"He must be able to face various emergencies."

"Just like Enid... my lord said."

The crow lowered his eyes:

"If they are worthy of these praises - don't forget, when Keshihai was still there, he was preparing for the executive officer's 'assessment mission'."

Fernandez thought to himself that was when Keshihai was still there.

"At that time, the executive dared to kick the nobles' butts and sing at the same time. Can it be the same now as before?"

Enid frowned when she heard this: "You don't sing now?"

Fernandez: ...

crow:……

"Sir, we have experienced too many missions before the first stage. The 'assessment' is not difficult for us."

Fernandez expressed his concerns to his boss and said in a deep voice:

"But Roland and the girl from the Kratoff family, combined, they haven't handled a few official missions in total. I admit that Roland is smart and brave enough, and he did kill a cultist face to face... But after all, it was just a single pair. Shan, besides, there are people to help him.”

"Today, he has to face multiple enemies - cultists with guns."

"Once you are in a hurry and your flaws are discovered..."

Enid smiled: "Fernandez Dewinson."

Fernandez subconsciously straightened up and responded: "Sir."

"I agree with your judgment of Roland Collins, but not with your neglect of his partner."

Enid rested her arm on the table, resting her chin on her head, and used her other hand to gently open the purple curtain on the car window.

Not far away, the lights were bright.

"I checked the main building and found a large amount of red wine in the wine cellar."

The woman's whisper sounded no less than the rolling thunder to Fernandez's ears.

Because compared to the path of Crow, for the Inquisition, Fernandez's "Holy Flame" is more of a 'direct lineage' - plus he has an extremely wide range of friends, often 'treats', and is generous, so he knows the secrets Also more than the average person.

He had vaguely heard some rumors about a certain big ceremony.

wine…

Fernandez glanced at someone with a sullen face but his ears pricked up, and did not continue the topic.

"There's something that's been bothering me, and I don't know if you'd be willing to answer it for me, my lord."

He suddenly brought up a question that had troubled him and the crow for a long time.

This is indeed a good opportunity.

"Why did you make Xander Kratof the Executor."

After hearing Fernandez's words, Crow also looked over.

Enid answered lightly: "It was the Archbishop who proposed it. He proposed that Miss Kratover become an executive officer of the Inquisition."

How can this be?

The two teammates who had fought side by side suddenly had doubts on their faces.

How is this possible?

An archbishop of the church 'takes the initiative' to send his granddaughter, who is obviously well-off and pampered, to a miserable place like the Tribunal, the frontline of the fight against danger, the most unpopular and marginalized place, for a salary of a few pounds a week. ?

If you want to say that letting his granddaughter become an executive is to win over or show favor to Enid Judith...

It makes sense, but it's not necessary.

Because the intertwining between the church and the blue-blood nobles is too close.

In addition, those who have become 'friends' with them after devoting themselves to profit and power, those who serve in the Inspectorate, those who are employed with gold pounds or precious materials, and those who are even lucky enough to be among the nobles:

There are the "Dry Bones" of the Ring of Eternal Silence, the "Unfading Ones" of the Maelstrom, the "Libras" of the Just Church, the "Secret Scrolls" of the Private Alliance, and even some people who are on the path of non-Crown Gods and have no hope of future but are extremely obedient. The Wandering Ritualist…

They have no need to please the Inquisition.

And Gary Kratofer, as the man who holds Whitehall in the church.

There is no need to do this.

To be honest, Fernandez believed that if he were the archbishop, based on the previous relationship between the church and the Inquisition - if he was not an enemy of Enid Judea, it would be considered 'friendly'.

How could it be possible to send my granddaughter here to suffer?

So.

Could it be because of the ‘Supreme One’?

like…

Not right either.

At the time of Xander Kratof's arrival, Lady Enid had obviously not yet made any 'changes'.

This matter has nothing to do with politics.

Why?

"From a standpoint, Gary Kratofer should not be involved with the Inquisition. It is the most stupid thing to make bets on both sides at the same time. He will not be unclear."

Fernandez asked what was on his mind.

Especially now that the Tribunal has made its choice - Gary Kratofer's position seems even more embarrassing.

He is in the church, but his granddaughter is in the court of justice.

"Place a bet?" Enid thought for a moment: "This is very similar to gambling. Fernandez, you have been to an underground casino, right?"

Fernandez nodded: "I'm not interested in those things, but some of my brothers and sisters are particularly keen."

"I want to ask you a question."

The woman stared out the window without looking back.

"Have you ever seen those people who are particularly unlucky in the casino?"

"Of course, there are those who lost so much that they had to sell their children and wives, or even their own children."

"Have you also seen people with extremely good luck?"

"Yes." Fernandez nodded, then shook his head: "But this luck won't last long."

"If," Enid raised her index finger and tapped her face lightly, "If someone always wins..."

Fernandez's face was full of certainty: "Then he must have cheated."

Enid chuckled: "Yes."

"Only fools would be stupid enough to rely on luck..."