The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 123 Ch122 A brief fight

Chapter 123 Ch.122 A brief confrontation

Memory has wrinkles.

After Roland saw Enid take action with his own eyes.

Those golden flames rolled up huge waves like a boiling sea, and like an invisible wind, blew everything Roland saw into bright fire dust!

"We can talk!! Wait-"

In the storm of fire, Charles Croy shouted.

However, the storm will not stop by human will, nor will the fire be extinguished by begging for mercy.

His flesh and blood began to break, quickly blackened, turned into ashes and was carried away by the wind.

Only then did Roland realize that one of his legs was fake.

Legs made of wood.

"You violated the agreement!!"

In the fire wind, Charles Croy shouted loudly.

Time is going backwards.

The flames fade away and flesh and blood are reborn.

Then.

Enid breaks in again, the flames are still the same, and the flesh and blood are turned to ashes.

fall back.

The flames rekindled, and the flesh and blood turned to ashes.

Time keeps looping.

"You broke the agreement, Judith. You will be punished."

"You violated it first. Who allowed you to read the memory of the Executor? There may be secrets of the Inquisition hidden in it."

Enid crossed her arms, raised her head slightly, and pointed at him with her chin: "As for...punishment? You? Are you going to punish me? Or is it your piggy friend who hangs out with Ironhide all day long?"

This statement angered the people in the storm.

"Don't you dare go up any further, Judith." The man's thin cheeks were melted, and two rows of blackened teeth could already be seen. "When you reach the "Fire Bearer", it will be your end - one person in the Tribunal must climb to immortality - and this person will definitely not be you! "

"Sooner or later you have to fulfill your responsibilities!"

Enid smiled.

To Charles, he said something that Roland couldn't understand.

Somewhat similar...

Three words?

ciao, near, mar…

What's the meaning? -

Wrench, is this some kind of profound spell?

"..."

"This is a..."

"Emm...I can't quite describe it to you."

Should it be the spell of the Path of Holy Flame, or a great art that I have never seen before?

"Just assume...it is."

What does ‘when it is’ mean?

Wrench ignored him.

In just a few seconds, everything within sight was covered in flames.

"I will wait for you to come to the end, Judith. At that time, it will also be the end of the Inquisition."

Charles Croy snapped his fingers.

The bones that are about to be broken by the storm grow and connect. Then, tendons and flesh grew out, swollen and swollen, and were covered with a layer of intact skin.

Charles Croy stood there, looking at Enid quietly.

until he fully recovers.

then.

The world in Roland's eyes quickly moved backwards.

Enid retreated into the light and the flames disappeared; the melted bricks and boards folded back into place; the old house gradually became transparent and the moonlight dimmed.

Dead trees, dense green plants, orderly tombs, and winding stone roads.

The gentleman's staff with body temperature in his hand.

And, standing side by side with him - Charles Croy.

Time goes backwards.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

"...Thirty-seven days ago at 2:41:06 in the afternoon."

Charles turned his face sideways and stared at the trees in the cemetery that had been damaged by the cold winter.

"He walked quietly into the house on the carpet, dismissed the servant, and asked me for a bottle of medicine."

Exactly the same words.

It becomes different from this.

"I think you're lucky, Mr. Collins." Charles glanced not far away without any trace. The clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and there was no clue on his face - as if what had been destroyed just now was not his own flesh and blood.

"Luck is a part of fate, and so is misfortune. When you are lucky, you gladly accept the gift of fate. Then, when you suffer disaster, you must swallow blood and tears alone."

He was half a step ahead of Roland, walking slowly and talking without any hostility.

"Unless you have a pair of eyes that can see through the fog and not be fooled."

"That requires great intelligence."

They walked around several smaller tombs and passed another group of families having a picnic here. The little boy wore a wreath, shook off his mother's hand, and ran back and forth in front of the tomb. After a while, he was scolded by his father. After a few words, he returned to the table with a pout.

Two people left from the other side.

Charles Croy patted him on the shoulder and smiled kindly: "I just took a look at your memory, Mr. Collins. I have no ill intentions towards you. I think you should also be able to understand the anger of a father who lost his son. ,Is it right?"

Roland lowered his eyes: "...I understand."

I also hope that you can understand a friend's anger.

To your son.

Getting further and further away from Chloe's grave, and after two more turns, we are about to leave this cemetery.

The two people stopped at the same time.

"Roland Collins." Charles picked up his cane, faced Roland, and stretched out his hand to straighten his collar. "I believe that Judge Enid Judiah's eyes must be that the person she likes must be a gentleman of high moral character. ”

"Please forgive me for what I did today, forgive the eager and grieving heart of a father..."

He dusted off the non-existent dust on Roland's shoulders, leaned back slightly, and looked up and down completely.

"OK?"

"Compared to him, your hypocrisy is nothing."

"It's disgusting."

Roland bowed slightly: "May the souls of Mingsi Croy and Mr. Orlando Wilson be together forever in Eden and enjoy eternal peace."

Charles Croy's face twisted for a moment.

However, Roland just looked at him with an "ignorant" face, as if he didn't realize that he said something wrong.

Charles Croy gently pinched his fingers: "... I will find the murderer."

He said, and looked at Roland.

"Roland Collins. You have a chance, a chance to join the church."

Roland was stunned: "Sir? I am already-"

"I mean, the real church."

Charles Croy glanced into the distance.

"The Tribunal is not a real church. Excuse me, the barbarians have little wisdom and cannot touch the deepest mysteries-it is like a crumbling house. When it collapses, it will destroy everything in it..."

He stared at Roland, watching his face change constantly, and then struggled to shake his head, not feeling disappointed.

"If one day, you are willing, come to the church to find me."

"I am Charles Chloe, you know my name."

"Many of your 'brothers and sisters' have been treated exponentially more since they left the Inquisition and came to our side. Think about it carefully, do you have a grudge against the gold pound, or do you have a grudge against knowledge?"

He patted Roland's shoulder and turned to go back.

Roland stood there for a long time, watching his back gradually disappear at the end of the path.

"Roland?"

I'm fine.

"Seven Rings, far away from you."

Wrench.

"Hmm?"

I have a target now.

Flames rushed out from all directions of sight.

"I will help you."

...

At the entrance of the cemetery.

There are many carriages.

The coachmen are either in the carriages or taking a nap somewhere.

Only one person is standing.

In the huge open space, she is the only one standing there.

She holds the snack basket in both hands and lets it fall between her skirts. She turned her heels around in boredom, swayed and twisted her body, and let the hem of her skirt swing back and forth.

When she saw Roland coming out, she stopped immediately.

She raised her hand to touch her hair that was not messy, smiled gently, raised her head, and regained her elegant and proud appearance.

"I brought you food."

"Good day, ma'am. You are as beautiful and gentle as usual today."

Enid smiled.

...

At this time.

Mr. Randolph, who had just finished a social event.

'Has anyone seen my sister's Roland? ’

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"Principle: Wisdom"

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