The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 104 Ch.103 Sacraments

Roland is going to attend a secret meeting with Xander.

Even though Xander is a first-level ritualist, she has never been allowed to come into contact with these new gadgets - if she hadn't been assigned to the Inquisition and Fernandez's team, she probably wouldn't have had this opportunity in the short term.

The Inspector General wouldn't let her participate.

If danger occurs, they cannot afford it.

But Fernandez was given the go-ahead.

Although he didn't know why the bishop who stayed in Whitehall all day insisted on arranging his granddaughter into the team of the Inquisition, or perhaps the partner chosen by Lord Enid for Roland - why did he come to the trial? court?

Why come to this most disrespectful and extremely dangerous place?

Fernandez didn't know what Archbishop Kratof was thinking.

In short, before receiving other orders, he will treat Roland and Xander with the standards of a formal executive officer.

Practice as much as possible and interact with as many people as possible.

Of course, Fernandez had also analyzed the members of the secret society before, and there were almost no threats to Roland and Xander - if they were careful enough...

Just barely.

"Come to me tonight," he said.

"I have to do something. I will wait for you at the trial court after eight o'clock."

Fernandez also asked Xander to take care of Roland and got out of the car in advance.

Xander and Roland were the only ones left on the carriage.

It's still early.

Xander discussed with Roland: "Collins, what are your plans? I want to perform today's sacraments. You can go with me, or you can go home and rest first."

Sacrament?

Roland had heard of a lot, including giving porridge, giving money to the suffering, etc...

"I'll go with you, okay?"

"Of course." Xander showed a pious expression: "Through the sacrament, the mission entrusted to the apostles by the benefactor can be manifested on the earth until the end of the age..."

Roland noticed something different from usual.

Today's Xander's boots are not as spotless as in the past, they even sparkle in the sun.

Her little boots were stained with a lot of dust and mud today.

Dirty boots.

This is so rare.

"What's wrong? Collins?"

"No, it's nothing." Roland shook his head slightly.

He listened to Xander giving directions to the driver. After the car turned around at the next intersection, he drove straight to a shady place in the East District.

"Do you go every day?"

Xander smiled: "I can understand your doubts, Collins. You have just joined the Inquisition not long ago, and your time has been spent on finding your way and performing tasks. But I want to say, and I hope, that you can pay more attention to the teachings: as As ritual practitioners in the realm of mercy, what we follow is what all living beings bathed in the light of the benefactor should follow..."

She raised her head slightly, with a look of holiness and piety on her face.

“If you wish, you can join me in every sacrament.”

Roland asked: "How do you help them?"

Xander said: "To provide a shore for the drowning, to relieve the suffering. To guide their souls and heal their bodies..."

Roland asked again: "What is the difference between ritualists and ordinary monks?"

"The ritualists have a greater purpose," Xander said.

The more he asked, the more the topic went beyond Roland's knowledge.

To be honest, he only memorized the simplest and most important teachings. As for understanding the deeper...

He's never had one.

He couldn't understand Xander Kratof.

In the Inquisition, what he could see was the hatred of Fernandez and the other brothers and sisters towards the cultists - but he did not see, nor did he think, how pious they were to the Father of All Things.

at the same time.

In the case of Xander Kratof, and in the Church, it was exactly the opposite.

As for the Parliament of Truth.

Maybe it's both, or maybe...

"Be careful, Collins."

Xander touched his chest and smiled: "A heart of kindness, a heart of compassion, pity for the world, and hope that others can be saved. I can see the kindness in your heart, Collins. I just need to be patient and care for the kindness in your soul. One day you will feel the same mission as me..."

"Why can't I see that this golden-eyed cat-man has any good intentions in his heart? All he can think about right now is kill, kill, kill."

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You should respect me a little bit.

"I don't know... Roland, there's something wrong with her."

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who?

"The masked lady next to you."

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Kratof? Is she quite normal?

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oh I got it.

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Miss Nina shouldn't have any of this in her memory, right? -

All devout believers are like this.

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Don't make a fuss.

"Idiot, of course it's in Su Yue's memory! I said something was wrong, not this."

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what is that?

"I guess you'll find out soon enough."

The words are hesitant.

"Roland, do you remember..."

"Judgment criteria... I mean, do you remember what ritual practitioners of the Holy Flame Path need to pay?"

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It's mercy.

"That's right."

"You have experienced the price of 'fantasy' firsthand. It will take away your reality."

"So, have you ever thought about..."

"What is the price of 'mercy'?"

The path to "sainthood" that Xander Kratof embarks on, the so-called mortal scar, the nail that pierces into the soul and makes it rustle...

cost…

The wheels stopped.

Xander found a stall, bought bread and two small bags of sausages, and then led Roland to the poorest part of the East District - Old Collins and Mr. Shoemaker rarely dared to come here.

This is a truly "poor" place.

Compared to this area, Uncle and Mr. Cordoni can be called "rich men".

'Don't go there.'

'There is nothing there except wild dogs and more obscene and brutal wild dogs.' He warned Roland: 'Especially at night, don't go there.'

Even the carriage will choose to take a detour.

This area seems to have been forgotten by the city.

However, Xander didn't seem to care about the pairs of eyes staring at her: hungry, numb, vicious and...

Full of bestial, naked plunder.

The girls hid in the townhouses or wooden tents, in their mothers' arms, half of their faces exposed, greedily staring at the two people who strayed into this place.

There were even more direct ones, wrapped in cloth bags or ill-fitting clothes, barefoot, following up, looking at Shandel and Roland like they were looking at prey.

If it were in the dark, there should be green eyes.

Roland touched his waist slightly, revealing half of the gun handle.

He was familiar with this kind of life, and knew how to deal with these people.

Now, he was not afraid.

However, guns could only temporarily delay the increasingly dangerous situation at the moment - as they went deeper and deeper, people followed them from all directions.

They were not far away, some were young, and Roland could see the eager look on their faces.

"Kratov."

Roland called softly: "I don't recommend going any deeper."

He had heard Yam talk about similar group crazy things, especially when people were hungry to a certain extent. If you are really identified as "food" by wild animals, your end will be extremely miserable.

The wind blew the torn canvas and hit the broken wooden poles, making a rustling sound.

The surroundings gradually became dilapidated.

Roland even saw a short arm in a steaming pot.

——'Even heaven has shadows. '

The same words appear in different people's mouths, expressing different meanings.

Gentlemen usually say it in a regretful tone - when the topic comes to 'We are so rich, but there are still poor people in this city';

And the 'gentlemen' in the poorhouse puff out their chests - when someone asks 'How did you get to this point'.

"Kratov."

Roland had no choice but to pull out the gun.

"We can't go any deeper."

Shandel said softly: "There is no need to go in."

She stopped, looked around, and shook her tied pockets.