The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 749: Stone

No matter how strange the sailors' expressions were.

All in all, Fernandez got the job done.

Darwin never set foot in London.

He left behind possible truths, but he himself would never again think or utter blasphemous words - and that was good.

But Fernandez was not happy.

Jerez too.

Because it's immoral.

Murder a...

The benefactor is above.

Could that old guy be a cultist?

Jerez once asked Fernandez this question:

Was Darwin a cultist? One who made people cut their flesh and bleed, or learned some spell to curse people? One who tried to sacrifice an entire town just to complete a ritual?

Could it be the mother who suffocated her baby in its cradle?

Could it be the husband who tortured and killed his wife and children?

Would he mix copper powder into liquor and sell it as holy water, or would he be the factory owner who sold inferior goods as genuine ones, resulting in dozens of lives being burned?

He is a scholar.

His research is upright.

"How can we do this? We are the swords of the Benefactor. Any means can only be used on the cultists, right?"

Fernandez was speechless.

When he looks at Jerez, he sees his former self.

Now it's getting quieter.

"Maybe he made blasphemous remarks, but we should point out his mistakes and his ignorance openly - maybe time will allow people to tell who has gone astray. Fernandez de Vinson, the sword of the Holy Flame should not force people to shut up."

"If we do this, what's the difference between us and the scum of the church? For the sake of so-called faith and not blaspheming God, we have to slaughter everyone who opposes us?"

"We should let people believe voluntarily. If not, it means we are not doing a good enough job."

Jerez is right.

But it doesn't conform to reality.

The fact is.

They have to do this.

The Inquisition is not really the sword of the Benefactor: at least the Benefactor has no time to give them tasks.

"He is busy sleeping, Jerez."

Blade snapped his nails and said sarcastically, "Look at the life you've been leading. If it weren't for Roland Collins, you couldn't even afford to support the widows - and now you're blaming the court?"

Jerez opened his mouth.

"You think everyone else is a fool, and you are the smartest and see the most clearly?"

She just hates people like that.

This is the case with Jerez and Kashmir.

They always think that other people are wrong, unjust, unkind, and dishonest, and that they themselves are the only ones who are fair and honest, and that their consciences should be brought out and placed on an altar for people to kneel down and worship.

"Shut up and do your job."

Blade couldn't stand him and showed a rare look of anger.

"Either shut up, do what you can, change what you can. Or go find Keshihai, or join the cult you think is right - no one can stop you, Herez. You are a ritualist, who can stop you from killing in the name of justice?"

"I'm assuming that by the time your thing is old enough to stand up, you should have learned the hard way: don't get mad at your brothers and sisters, you coward."

While she was speaking, Shandel was clapping beside her.

——But he was soon pulled away by Roland, who covered his mouth.

Although Roland also agreed with Blade's words.

Just as he never mentioned the directors of the workhouse, accusing them or the dirt and filth behind them.

He didn't really care - if he did, he would have fleshed him and his children and hung them from the streetlight when he picked up Yam.

"You've done that before."

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Speaking of street lights...

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Where is the body of Mr. Mings Croy buried...?

"Let him go."

"real."

"Even though I stand by you, firmly on your side——I feel a little sorry for him."

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I have a solution.

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Just ask Ms. Natalie.

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The people of the Ring of Eternal Silence must know.

"…Cherry, it's great to have a friend like you."

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After this mission is over, there should be a long vacation... I have to find something for the believers to do.

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Otherwise, Rose and Cinder will cause trouble again.

"A cult leader who just took in a blasphemer should not be allowed to say such things."

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Shut up, I'm the leader.

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The mission was accomplished neither well nor badly.

Although the Inquisition still sent extra people to "kindly remind" the sailors one by one, telling them not to talk nonsense - spreading rumors about blasphemers is a serious crime.

The sailors trembled with fear.

But it was a good meal.

Roland had promised to treat them to a meal, and he had chosen a place suitable for these people: the most chaotic tavern.

As for where Jerez will go next and how Fernandez writes the report, it is not something a blind man should worry about.

Enid will obviously be busy tonight.

Roland chose to take Darwin's mechanical drawings home with him (the rest of the research was taken away by Fernandez).

Same thing with Shandel.

But when she opened the door...

The good mood was gone in an instant.

There was a damned old fellow sitting on his carpet, eating some dry bread he had bought.

"…Good night, Miss."

When Darwin saw someone coming back, he wiped his mouth in panic, with bread crumbs still hanging in his beard.

"This is the supper that Miss Vansittart brought me. I have not entered any room, nor touched any of your things. I have been sitting on the carpet since I came ashore. I am very sorry that I cannot go out to any hotel on the street...."

His face was filled with shame.

Hiding in the home of a girl who lives alone...

Although it was a matter of life and death, Darwin hoped that the curly-haired Vansittart could find him an unoccupied house.

It's just so... so disgraceful.

"You are free to move around, sir," Shandel smiled and pulled out a chair for him to sit down. "I don't come here often. Vansittart made the right choice. I come from the church and I am an executive officer of the Inquisition. No one will barge in without an invitation."

"You are safe for now."

Lillian Rose Vansittart.

This bitch.

Shandel fully understood why Rose did this:

Just to disgust people.

Living under the same roof with this old woman for a long time, I don’t know how she will slander Roland in front of him...

'Look how thoughtful she is.'

Shandel gritted his teeth and his smile widened.

"Don't worry, we will send you daily necessities, food, and whatever you need - oh, I'm afraid you'll have to write it down in person so I can send someone to buy it."

The girl's gentle words gradually made the old scholar relax.

He let out a long sigh and thanked Shandel again.

This girl is so nice.

Shandel stood up and made tea for him, his mind full of various ways a certain thief had died.

but…

That's a good reason too, Vansittart.

I can't live in the same house with a man I have no relationship with.

besides.

I have no other place to live...

Is it right?

Roland.