The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 108 Ch.107 Complex relationship

Xander's few words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Miss Shirley's head.

She quickly lost enthusiasm for the news.

However, the people at the bottom also have the way of survival for the bottom people - flipping the table.

She asked Xander slyly: "I see that since you have made a bid...well, let you decide a number. If it doesn't suit me, I would rather let it rot in my stomach..."

Hearing this, Xander's eyes turned away for a moment.

"I can only pay you a pound...don't be greedy, miss. And you have to keep it true. By the way, how long has this been going on?"

"Maybe two days, no more than four days."

Xander looked in the direction of the sharp-billed bear.

Shirley understood something and stood up with a coquettish smile - she stretched out a hand, stood up and held the candle in front of her: "Follow me, Miss Caramel."

Darkness enveloped the figure, and only in the dim candlelight, the two could distinguish each other's shadows.

They did not go far, only talking in low voices about seven or eight feet away from the round table.

But the interesting thing is that Roland couldn't hear anything.

The flames in his sight were steady and silent.

The darkness obscured their voices and movements, leaving only two vague black shadows vaguely distinguishable.

There is no need to worry about the conversation being known to others.

After a few minutes, they slowly returned to their seats and placed the candles.

It seems that the agreement has been reached.

After a while, someone continued to talk.

Time passed by little by little, and the feeling of suffocation gradually increased.

Based on their words and knowledge, Roland guessed that most of the participants in this secret meeting were in the apprenticeship stage - ordinary people could not light candles.

I just don’t know if there are any ritualists other than Xander and Fernandez who have entered the ring.

"I have a commission..."

After the last person finished speaking, someone suddenly spoke.

"Commission?"

"Yes...Mr. Gold Pocket Watch." The man's voice seemed unnatural, as if he was speaking through his throat: "It's a small matter...I've been in some trouble recently."

"Tell me."

I am very interested in the gold pocket watch.

"A group of unruly guys have entered the city..." The man paused here, hesitating what to say, "...a very troublesome group of people."

No one spoke.

"They call themselves the Elephant Gang."

The gentleman in trouble was codenamed Match.

In his staccato phrasing, the whole thing gradually grew odder.

"You are saying that a group of women stole valuable jewelry from your store - are you sure they are women? I mean, women without an 'elephant'?"

The gold pocket watch has a subtle sound:

"This seems to have nothing to do with occultism, but it also seems to be closely related to occultism - after all, women's abilities... Ha, becoming a thief doesn't sound right, don't you think?"

Mr. Match ignored the sarcasm in the other person's words.

"...Your Excellency Sharp-Beaked Bear said that gatherings are not only about sharing occult knowledge, we can also discuss trivial matters in life -"

"Of course, so where is your store? Where should I find them?"

After Gold Pocket Watch interrupted, Mr. Match's voice became much higher, and Roland could still clearly hear the vibrato in it - this man rarely spoke loudly, or in other words, he had a cowardly side to his character.

"I-I can't tell you! Sorry...I-my identity..."

Gold Pocket Watch: "Ah, yeah. So, it's just 'Elephant Gang', a name?"

The other party remained silent.

After a moment, he added in a low voice: "...Many stores have suffered. You will know if you ask around..."

"So, what are you entrusting - to find these women who should be in the bed and the kitchen, and get them to the police station, or to recover your lost property at the same time - with all due respect, I am not I want to find out your identity, but if you don’t tell me, how will I know where to send the things?”

Jin Pocket Watch seemed to be very interested in this emerging gang. The two of them exchanged words with each other, and soon they were holding candles and having a private conversation in the dark.

The feeling of suffocation increased.

not much time.

Roland didn't plan to sell anything in the secret meeting, and he didn't find anything he was interested in. He did nothing during the entire transaction, thinking about the time for a certain banquet.

Until the gold pocket watch and the obedient Mr. Matches come back.

After the two people sat down, this simple secret meeting was coming to an end.

As the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, the shadows hiding behind the candlelight spoke anxiously:

Some people exchanged useful information for gold pounds, while others expressed that they exchanged gold pounds for certain knowledge.

They hope that the unknown member participating in the secret meeting can provide them with what they need when they arrive next time, and they will also pay attention to other people's purchasing information.

This is much noisier than the quiet, chattering atmosphere before.

To a certain extent, Roland thought this was more like the smelly fish market in Fork County.

All he had to do was shout in a weird tone.

When leaving, Roland had to retrace his steps - which meant he had to walk through the dark, damp corridor full of crying babies. Some of the stumps were holding on to his trousers and clothes, and some even climbed up his back.

He followed Fernandez's previous warning and endured the chilling touches on his skin one after another until he returned to the warm office again.

Xander was a little ahead of him. When he saw Roland coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm and asked him to extinguish the candle in his hand.

"You look pale, Collins."

"Oh, then you are wrong. He has been pale since we met me." Fernandez, who came back shortly after, joked and put out the candle, "He is pale and handsome."

Xander chuckled.

"Not pleasant, but a wonderful experience, isn't it?"

Fernandez asked the two newcomers to put away the candles, and tore a few pieces of bread from the rock slab and handed them to them.

"If you want me to say, this is the real 'mystery'... Welcome to the mysterious world?"

He pretended to be deep as he spoke, took a sip of coffee, and his two big eyes lingered on the faces of Roland and Xander.

Both of them have 'standard' smiles.

"That's right, Mr. Devinson, Lord of the Inquisition."

The neither salty nor bland response instantly broke someone's disguise.

"I thought you two could show some expressions that are hard to see in normal times..."

Fernandez muttered.

One night when he became an apprentice, at midnight when he went to the 'secret meeting' for the first time...

But I lost the adults.

These two guys... they must be scared to death in their hearts, but they don't show it on the surface.

affim.

He opened the drawer, took out a gold pound from a wooden box, laid it flat on the table, and pushed it to Xander across the table.

"Every month, the Tribunal will allocate a certain number of gold pounds, which are specially used to collect ghosts, alien species or dangerous rare objects in secret meetings...Kratofer, Roland, except for what you put in your pockets, you need to pay for it yourself. The rest can apply to me for funding – and if it’s not enough, I can apply further.”

He explained to Roland and Xander in detail how to apply and how to write a report——

Of course, it was quite troublesome for Roland to do this job, so he could only leave it to him and Xander.

"Go back. It's rare to feel relaxed recently. You two must discuss it among yourself. One person must be present at every secret meeting."

"I won't go there from now on."

Fernandez prepared to arrange a carriage to send them away. Xander refused; she had a coachman waiting.

Roland wanted to stay and ask some questions.

"What's wrong, Roland?"

After she left, only Roland and Fernandez were left in the office.

The idle man tapped his cane and paced behind Fernandez.

Mr. Priest is holding the pen and immersed in filling out the report:

"Secret Meeting Record (Year/Month/Day)"

"Ghost news (unconfirmed, followed up and reported by Xander Kratof and Roland Collins)"

"Price: ten pounds"

Roland:......

"This bastard is corrupt."

Fernandez did not shy away from Roland, which meant that this matter was almost 'on the table'.

The priest lowered his head, signed his name at the end of the report, and glanced at Roland: "When I go up, you will have to sit in this seat - you might as well learn how to scrape oil in advance."

Roland smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid Miss Kratofer is more suitable."

"She belongs to the church, to the monastery, and may even belong to the Inspectorate...but she will not belong to the Inquisition."

Fernandez put the pen back into its cap and threw it on the table. "Although I don't know what Lady Enid and Bishop Kratofer think, after all, that vicious lady is not one of our people."

Evil lady…

Roland found that Fernandez’s face had ‘hard to describe’ written all over it.

"Yes, you have participated in her 'sacrament', right?" Fernandez shrugged: "Then you should understand. She does have the qualifications, but if it weren't for Lady Enid's orders, I wouldn't be able to do it personally. Willing to accept such a subordinate...the more twisted the character, the easier it is to have problems, although it also means better qualifications."

Roland agreed.

But for now, Xander Kratof is able to 'control' herself - she knows how to do the right thing in the right situation.

The so-called 'distortion' had no impact on him or the mission.

Roland didn't think this was a big deal.

Sort of...

A personal hobby?

"Because she's just one link."

Fernandez tucked his chin, half of his face in the shadow, "You will know from now on that what I said today is absolutely correct... Roland, sometimes we are very contradictory."

"I want to work with well-qualified and talented ritualists, not those stupid idiots."

"But we are also very worried that these brothers and sisters who are too 'smart' and 'talented' will not be like themselves at some point."

Apparently, Fernandez classifies himself as a 'dumb fool'.

"You are tall and strong, and your eyes are as sharp as falcons. No villain can be hidden in your eyes - I can't understand why you actually classify yourself as 'without talent'."

Fernandez tapped his thick fingers on the wooden table, his eyes hidden in the shadows stared directly at Roland without saying a word.

After a while.

"…Say a few more words, Roland."

Roland:......

His embarrassed look was met with an exaggerated laugh from the priest.

"Seriously, Roland, with your face and your mouth, if you were born in a better place..."

"You'll be a heartthrob."

"I think he is now."

Fernandez smiled and shook his head, denying what he said before: "No, I should say, you are now."

"Look what I'm talking about."

-

If you like him so much, why not go live with him?

"..."

"I don't know what you've been going through recently... ahem, I mean... you've grown up... oh, I should say, matured."

Perhaps thinking of what made Roland mature, Fernandez coughed twice to cover up and changed the subject: "By the way, what do you want to find out?"

Roland: "The Council of Truth."

He said.

Fernandez frowned: "Did you hear it from Lady Enid again?"

"Is this also a 'secret' that I can't know?" Roland asked back.

It's not that I can't know.

The Council of Truth...

Fernandez sighed silently in his heart.

He actually had a feeling.

Roland Collins was hovering on the edge of danger.

This kid has a chilling madness in his bones, which is different from Lady Enid.

That's different.

Enid is a fiery flame of rapist, while Roland is like an elusive phantom...

He couldn't figure out what this kid was thinking all day.

He didn't want him to 'liberate' this energy.

"The Council of Truth is above the Tribunal."

Fernandez rubbed his brows and was a little reluctant to tell him this: "It is also above the church, monastery and the Supervisory Bureau - if the Holy Cross is a tall tower, then the Council of Truth is at the top."

As he said this, he also supplemented Roland's knowledge about the last principle of the Father of All Things.

"Wisdom." He said.

"Some principles correspond to multiple paths, and some paths also correspond to multiple principles."

"Wisdom is the former. Unlike judgment and mercy, it has two great paths at the same time."

""The Thinker" and "The Artisan."

Among them, the Artisan mastered the manufacturing process of the Holy Silver Bullet. Including many ritual objects in the church, they were made by the craftsmen and their organization - the Craftsmen's Association.

And the other path, "The Thinker"...

formed the Council of Truth.

They concentrated almost all the power of the Holy Cross, and it was also the path that the Father of All Things valued and preferred the most in most people's minds.

Maybe.

"People say that the 'Thinkers' under 'Wisdom' are the most powerful and representative great path of the church."

"That's all bullshit." Fernandez curled his lips in disdain: "Those old guys can only figure out how ants build nests, wisdom? I think if they could harm fewer people under ten years old..."

The topic of people under ten years old ended here.

"We are not afraid of the Truth Council."

Fernandez said firmly.

But Roland could see some vague 'insincerity' on his face.

And...

Why does the Inquisition dislike everyone?

They have a bad relationship with the Supervisory Bureau, and don't have much contact with the church and the monastery. Now, they dislike the Truth Council...

"We don't seem to have many friends."

"It's a bit complicated here, Roland." Fernandez rubbed his eyebrows: "In short, before you arrive at the High Ring, you should not have any dealings with the people of the Truth Council. "

After that, he began to look at Roland suspiciously again.

I always feel that this kid has been a little strange in recent days...

It's hard to say.

"Just to satisfy my curiosity," Roland nodded obediently: "Good night, Fernandez. "