The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 772 Ch.771 Waiting for...? (Add)

It didn't take Enid long to get Roland out of the holding cell.

Odell Godien was waiting for them outside the main hall. After causing such a big mess, the church should make this "ignorant" executive suffer.

But the strange thing is.

No.

Enid knew that this was not all for her own "face" -

Odell Gordian played a role in this.

That's even stranger.

She still remembered this bald loser who came to her with a ferocious face and accused her and her men of not following the rules when Shandel was unconscious.

But today you start to go to the bathroom?

"Good night, Father's sword."

Roland was slightly surprised by the attitude of this beardless man from the church.

Same with Enid.

He also remembered this man's attitude before, but it was completely opposite to today's - logically speaking, this time he was more 'unruly'.

"I thought you had to punish me on behalf of the Father."

"Except for the sword of the Benefactor, no one can punish anyone on behalf of the Father, child." Odell Godin's face was so thick that it would be worse if he didn't smile. "You have done a just thing, so don't expect to be punished by the church... Mr. Horn."

"What?"

"That's what the papers call you."

He even made a joke and bowed to Roland again:

"You did the right thing. Although... I have to admit that there were some bad voices in my ears."

He said.

"But that doesn't mean we have to follow those noises. Since you haven't tarnished your faith and honor, why can't I make way for a bright future?"

Enid and Roland fell silent at the same time.

This is not like church people.

Not like Odell Gordian either.

What's wrong with him.

"Thank you, Godin."

Enid nodded slightly, and then looked at the priests who were deliberately "passing by" behind the door, craning their necks to look in this direction.

"You took on something you shouldn't have taken on."

If he hadn't said that, Enid would have been able to get Roland out of the church intact and without paying any price - but then she would have to go find an even older guy to complain to.

Odell Godien did 'help'.

"This is all Father God's decision," the man said in a calm tone with a hint of loneliness: "Time can change many things. Both visible and invisible... Lady Jutia, I have only just realized my mistakes. I repent every night, but it is difficult to undo the disasters and pain that should not have happened..."

The gentleness and piety he displayed made Roland and Enid almost unbelievable - Odell Godien, the "holy messenger" who was full of "rules" and served as a messenger for those old guys, actually behaved like a saint who would rather face the sword and shed hot blood.

It is a kind of kind, pure and unshadowed sincerity.

"It seems that time can indeed change many things, Godien."

Enid didn't care what he looked like. She thanked him and left the church with Roland - it was obvious that black church uniforms were not welcome here.

"Lord Godien, we can actually keep him for a few more days."

The pastor, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward.

"Teach them a lesson..."

Godien withdrew his gaze from Roland's back, turned to the priest beside him, and shook his head slowly.

"Since we don't bear the responsibility of the sword, how can we stop the sword?"

"grown ups?"

"Don't bother, John. The matter is over."

The man turned his head and looked back at the corridor where the figure disappeared, and sighed deeply.

A few black filaments flashed through the eyeball.

…………

…

"Do you have any theories about the attack?"

Enid asked casually as they walked through the 'gold-cast' corridor.

"No."

Roland shook his head rapidly.

He won't tell.

"I thought..." Enid glanced at him: "After all, you have a special path and know a lot of people."

When talking about the road, Roland's voice couldn't help but lower a few degrees: "Special...? It's just a road without a crown god, Enid. This road doesn't even have a grand ceremony..."

Enid said "oh" in a neutral tone.

That's not what you told me at the beginning, brother.

So showy.

"There will be no missions in the short term. Although the church..." Enid paused: "You can spend more time with your good girls."

Roland tilted his head and glanced at her, surprised: "Are you not busy anymore?"

Although the good girl was still a little angry, she couldn't stand the fact that someone was really good at talking. She glared at Roland with eyes full of love, leaving a few small teeth marks on her lower lip: "...Why didn't you say anything just now?"

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“Can anyone answer a question for me?”

"What on earth just happened?"

Roland ignored it.

“What…what’s going on?”

Ignore it.

"We should have burned that table," Roland suddenly remembered, "...it's blasphemous."

Do you still care about blasphemy?

Enid squinted.

"My lover won't allow me to use my power, and he himself is on a 'trivial' path without a crown god or a grand ceremony - how can I burn that iron table?"

Roland glanced silently at the gray socks.

Enid: ...

"No one will know."

"You mean, men don't have a 'nose' or a sense of smell?"

Enid frowned: "How... could you know..."

The lady who had been "sliding" out felt more and more uncomfortable. She wanted to get back to the carriage, go back to her office, and then... I won't mention what happened next. In short, she wanted to go back quickly, but she was curious about the relationship between the woman and Roland.

“Yes.”

Enid pouted.

Across the road.

In the cellar, Roland did not pay special attention to the appearance of each "live goods" -

He simply broke the chains, giving them a chance to die by the bullet, or to live a life without dignity but in plenty.

He didn't expect that someone would be waiting for him at the stone platform where the shoe shiner often sat to the left of the candy shop on the street opposite the church.

Keep waiting.

"I don't know when she came or how she found her way here. You are such a charmer."

Enid folded her arms and slid down the wide street first.

She was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, barefoot.

Black hair and black eyes.

The men's smock, torn like a fishing net, was worn as a cape over his shoulders, underneath a rare emerald-colored cloth embroidered with broken branches. The trousers matched the top, with darker color trimmings.

She hugged her knees and had never taken her eyes off Roland since she saw him coming out of the church.

"Miss, I remember——"

Plop.

When Roland stopped and was about to ask, the woman suddenly pounced forward, hugged Roland's calf tightly, and grabbed his arm.

"ah."

She opened her mouth, only a tearing sound came out.

Looking up from the bottom up, it was like a baby bird falling from the leaves, with two balls of wet cotton in its eyes, and when it blinked, the backs of its hands felt cold.

Enid raised her eyebrows, turned her head and imitated someone:

"ah."