The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 770 Ch.769 Abnormalities and Thoughts

"I am sorry to deny your accusation, Mr. Heller. I have no intention of causing any disorder in London. I am an executive officer, and you should trust me and my beliefs."

"You should trust your brothers and sisters more! Roland Collins, how can you say 'accusations' to me? Am I a judge? Or those people from the church--" Peter Heller's face wrinkled into a ball: "Will I help those scumbags to hurt you?!"

He was disappointed with Roland's attitude and did not agree with his approach.

This may be for some purpose, or it may be just pure concern and anger towards fellow soldiers.

"There are so many ways, why do you have to do this?"

He tried to lower his voice as much as possible, but the anger burst out of his throat like the lid of a pot.

"…You can tell me, find a workhouse and give them some money. As long as the scavengers are paid, will they still mistreat the children? The Inquisition can also find jobs for them. For those who are old enough, what's the problem with being apprentices?"

He became more and more angry as he spoke, and was almost disappointed to the point of classifying Roland as a person like Blade.

What would Blade say if he encountered such a thing?

'If you really care about those kids, why don't you learn to adopt a few like the people you spurn...even if it's just for fun?'

Peter Heller considers this to be ignorance.

The blade can only see the most superficial contradictions and the pain that floats on the surface:

Even if he adopts a few, or even can easily afford the academic expenses and daily expenses of twenty or thirty children, and let them live well and happily - can this solve the fundamental problem?

so.

He would not do such a meaningless thing.

"You and I are different, Mr. Heller."

Roland sat on the ordinary wooden high-back chair that was supposed to be covered with iron thorns but was replaced after being "accidentally" damaged by Shandel. His two index fingers moved back and forth like a kiss.

"We have different views and different approaches. I think I respect you, and you should respect me too?"

"But you've made too much trouble," Peter Heller shook his head. "Even if Lady Enid comes forward, you might still be punished. Do you know how the word about the Maelstrom spreads outside? We can't control the mouths of people in this country."

"You want to become enemies with all ritualists?"

He looked at the young man who was playing the 'Finger Battle' game on the table, and was annoyed by his frivolous attitude towards life.

"The Great Whirlpool cannot represent 'all ritualists' - to be honest, you really shouldn't be an executive officer."

Peter Heller was stunned: "…Why?"

"Because the executive officers can't eradicate cults," the man on the high chair said with dark golden eyes, looking straight into his heart, "You should sit back and watch, buy a high-end villa, drink tea, and find some more elegant hobbies - until you come up with a way to completely eliminate all cults in the world... Does it fit your theory, Mr. Heller?"

How could Peter Heller not realize that the man in front of him was mocking him with his own words.

"Well, then, Collins, why don't you adopt some children - I remember you came from a workhouse, didn't you? You never gave any money to any workhouse in East London."

Roland said seriously: "I sent them my blessings in my heart."

Peter Heller almost couldn't catch his breath.

Send...blessings?

The topic went around in a circle and returned to the original point.

"...I'm not here to argue with you, Collins. Let's talk it out - since you did this...can I assume that you are expressing your dissatisfaction?"

Peter Heller said to himself:

"Sometimes, I often have the same idea as you. The Tribunal has declined, and the executors have lost their conscience. I have received the favor of Lady Enid and stayed here, but it does not mean that I agree with the current practices. I always think about where the real problem lies..."

The sound became softer and softer.

"us."

He said.

"It's the ritualist's fault."

He seemed to understand how frightening this sentence was. Without waiting for Roland to digest it, he continued quickly:

"The Great Whirlpool, the Ring of Eternal Silence, the Church of Justice, the Holy Cross, the Art Association..."

"Or those small sects that perished before they even had a chance to get a name."

"The ritualists are the source of evil."

"Roland Collins. It is our evil, bloody, and inhumane rituals that have turned this normally normal world into a hideous freak."

He exhaled lightly and observed the young man who lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"We have magnified the original greed and evil thoughts of mankind, and let the balance that should have been balanced by kindness and mercy tip over. The tide of the times, the ups and downs of history, everything shows that the ritualists are the 'aliens' that should not exist in this world..."

Peter Heller's point is simple.

If there had been no ritualist, the Noti Golden Lamp murder might still have happened - but it would never have been so inhumane and heinous.

The good and evil thoughts in human beings will balance each other.

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Where there are some who shamelessly do evil, there are others who are noble and wield the sword of glory.

But the existence of the ritualist broke the balance.

Every ritualist's ring-raising ceremony, as well as the great art, the invisible art, the great ceremony - these secret arts that should have remained on the other side of the world, undoubtedly require "unkindness" as the key to open the first door.

Just like the ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence need to use 'babies' and 'wailing', the saints' ascension ceremony requires 'cruelness', 'dedication', and 'unlimited sacrifice', and the Holy Flame requires 'flesh' and 'burning'.

Everywhere I looked was tainted with malice.

There are no ritualists.

Many stupid or bloody things will melt like ice and snow under the sun - maybe there will be water stains left, but at least there will be no more monsters like "Noti's Golden Lantern"...

"You think so, too, Collins?"

Peter Heller asked quietly.

The candle wick gradually glowed in those cloudy eyeballs.

but.

His expectations were doomed to fail.

Because for Roland, it is more interesting to play the role of a "conductor" who "makes everyone in the world dance the hula at the same time" than to play the role of a "savior saint" who "kills all the ritualists in the world".

Although he thought there was some truth in what Peter Heller said.

At least so far, at least from what he has seen, the ritualists have indeed not played any good role in this world...

No.

Or maybe there are some unknown high-ring heroes who are silently fighting in the dark against those bad aliens from the sky or hell, to prevent them from invading the waking world of mortals and snatching away beautiful little boys... or something like that?

Maybe.

"If you need affirmation, you can definitely get it from me," Roland smiled, "other than that, I can't give you anything else."

Peter Helle rubbed his palms and paused for a moment.

"Just chatting, Roland."

"Of course it was small talk. Small talk and joking, Mr. Heller. I didn't really think I was talking to a member of the Holy Flame."

After hearing this, the old gentleman's features softened. He smiled for the first time in a long time and said in a gentle and teasing voice, "You know what you are talking about, Roland."

“Sometimes I know, sometimes I don’t.”