The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 105 Ch104 Evil thoughts and qualifications

Chapter 105 Ch.104 Evil thoughts and qualifications

She shook out her tied pockets.

It was like some kind of signal that only people living here could understand, and the crowd swarmed forward with a roar!

Roland immediately raised his gun and scanned the crowd with the muzzle.

Xander raised his hand and pressed the muzzle of Roland's gun.

"Don't be like this, Collins. They are all a group of children who have had too many hardships in life..."

She opened her arms, waited for the timid girl to fall into her arms, and touched her head again and again, with endless tenderness on her face: "Look, look. They know why I'm here."

“It is with good will, the mercy of the Benefactor.”

"They know everything."

"This child is so pitiful..."

Roland began to frown.

He grew up in such an environment, but he didn't know that he was as noble and kind as Xander Kratof said.

Click click click…

Blah blah blah...

This is the sound of opening a paper bag.

However, Xander did not distribute food to the surrounding poor people as Roland thought, or perform an ordinary sacrament.

No.

she…

He raised his arms forward, and then turned his pocket upside down.

The sliced bread and pieces of sausage fell into the mud like rain.

Landing in front of her boots.

Roland was stunned.

Then, a hellish murmur sounded in my ears.

"Uh-huh-huh."

She shook her hair, and the layers of weird and crazy expressions on her blooming smile completely covered up her past obedience and gentleness.

"suck…"

The short musical scale is like a whistle, commanding the dogs and men to crawl into the mire.

"suck…"

Like murmurs from a dream, a psychedelic and sacred voice, a pious and noble tone.

"suck…"

It is a spell that tempts the hungry, and it is countless trembling invisible chains.

Fresh food dumps into the filthiest mire.

Reach out and bag.

He threw it towards the sky like crazy.

Then, the tinkling copper coins escaped from the palm, flew all over the sky, and then fell like rain.

The crowd seemed to have received some instructions.

Someone quickly grabbed the sausages, pulled coins out of the mud and stuffed them wherever they could.

There are children kneeling on the ground, picking up bread crumbs mixed with muddy water and stuffing them into their mouths. Regardless of whether there are stones or copper coins in them, their mouths are filled with blood, and their teeth are broken.

Their bones creaked, and their faces were torn apart, revealing their ferocious pointed snouts and deformed cheekbones.

They surrounded the rose, looking up at her successful and sinister face, her crazy and dissolute smile.

They were like wild beasts tamed by her.

This prison of eternal punishment is their stable.

"Noble."

She whispered softly.

‘sublime’.

The beasts followed in silence.

"mercy."

She stood on tiptoes.

'mercy…'

The beasts murmured incoherently.

"Our most sincere beliefs..."

'Belief…'

"Dedicated to the most noble benefactor."

'The benefactor...'

"Father of All!"

Her heels dropped and she moved forward step by step. The beasts flooded her ankles and calves like sea water, surrounding her step by step into the night and into the squirming mud of flesh and blood.

She still raised her hands high, smiled, and looked holy.

The believers followed in ambush.

She is like a saint descending into the world in a radiant light holding a scepter.

Or the devotee in the clouds closest to the blazing sun, the bishop bearing the holy mantle.

Her voice was misty and distant, but her eyes were bright and blazing.

She listened to the "Father of All Things" and looked at the docile male and female beasts at her feet. She watched them dig the mud with their paws, press their boots with their mouths, and stick out their tongues——

Lick the crumbs off your boots.

Now.

Her boots were shiny again.

Like new.

it's beautiful.

"No fighting, be good..."

She walked lightly, sometimes pointing at the people who were fighting and torn, sometimes bending down and caressing their heads, making them growl or whimper like animals from their throats...

The scene before him made Roland's hair stand on end.

The groans and laughter seemed like a tragic hymn floating over the animal pen.

And the beautiful face reflected in Roland's eyes suddenly cracked into criss-crossing spider webs, thick smoke and evil fire filled the gaps, fangs sprouted, and blood and tears flowed out.

She turned around and looked at Roland with compassion among the crowd.

"The kindness of the benefactor is displayed under the sky by the agent..."

"You have your benefactor to thank, Collins."

She was wearing a long dress, which was strange and scary.

It was finally completely dark.

…………

…

From the East District to the West District.

A long way to go.

After the 'Sacrament' was over, they retraced their steps and found the car waiting on the roadside.

In the hood of the car, Xander was busy finishing the last homework of the day, while Roland stared at the flames jumping in his eyes.

"What did I say?"

Roland was silent.

Like Wrench just mentioned.

If the road to the Holy Flame requires mercy, then...

What does it take to take Xander Kratof's path?

The two of them spent this time in silence.

Xander didn't end his meditation and prayer until he was about to arrive.

She seemed to know that she had scared her teammates today, so she raised her hand playfully and waved at the dazed young man.

Her light gray hair swayed in the wind, and her voice was clear: "Are you scared? Collins?"

Roland: "No. I just don't understand."

Xander looked very tolerant, folded his hands on his chest, and whispered softly:

"Just like I don't understand why some executioners would rather burn their mothers, wives and sons with holy flames than throw them into prison to bathe in the glory of the Holy Father and cleanse their sinful hearts..."

"Maybe decades later, his son will at least still be alive, right?"

"Why do you have to burn all your relatives and friends to death?"

This is the usual approach of the Inquisition.

Let the fire judge instead of the sword.

Xander suddenly remembered something: "By the way, maybe I should let you know the price you need to pay on the road to becoming a saint."

Her eyebrows were gentle, and after putting on the mask again, she became a gentle and devout believer with excellent talents.

"It's evil thoughts."

she says.

"This is a scar better than other roads."

Seeing that Roland was still silent, Xander showed a disapproving expression:

"Who do you think they are, Collins. I know your origins, and you should understand best. If you don't let them do anything, just give them money and food and drink, they will develop the habit of being lazy and lazy - which is why they It’s just poverty, isn’t it?”

Roland, who was born in the workhouse, did not want to have a meaningless argument on this topic.

"So, we have to let them do something in exchange for 'remuneration' to improve the moral character of these low-class people and make them grateful..."

“And, of course, it makes my boots look like new again.”

She said, raising her calves and showing Roland her shiny boots.

Now, it's like new again.

"I'm doing good deeds, can you understand?"

Enough said.

"I don't know if you're paying attention, Roland."

"Fernandez said Xander is a genius for the younger generation of the church..."

"What is a genius?"

Someone who can perceive the mystery in the shortest time, enter the world of sleep, and embark on the road?

"No."

"Actually, the genius they call a genius is the one with the most 'fuel'."

fuel?