The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 146 Ch.145 Blasphemer

Among the great arts, "Organology" can be used to adjust a person's appearance after deep study.

It's amazing.

When Roland closed his eyes and sat in front of the crow, he felt a ball of cold mud pressing against his forehead.

Then, there is the bridge of the nose.

It's the cheeks, the chin.

Like ice cubes, but soft.

Crow fiddled with his face, pinching his browbones for a while, and pressing his nose hard for a while.

This process lasted for nearly an hour, during which he was not allowed to move his head, open his eyes, dance, take a bath, and run around wildly.

Until the softness and coldness on the face disappear.

The person in the mirror is no longer ‘Roland Collins’.

His eyes were still honey-colored and his hair was black.

But the face is very different.

——Puffy nose, low nose bridge, pointed face turned into square face, eyes small into slits, eyebrows thick and thick...

Roland pinched his cheek.

There was no 'strange feeling' at all - as if he had always looked like this.

Crow put some minced meat and scattered tools into the box, looking at the young man in the mirror from time to time, gloating a little.

It's not like he can't make people more beautiful.

But first of all, Roland couldn't be more beautiful.

Secondly, the identity found by the Inquisition is fixed, and the appearance of the identity owner cannot be changed.

He didn't know what expression a person who had been beautiful since childhood would make if he suddenly found himself looking like this in the mirror - was it pain, disbelief, or shame, afraid to see others?

He looked forward to Roland's reaction and talked about it for weeks.

"how are you feeling?"

The crow said with 'concern' full of malice.

Roland didn't answer at first, but pinched here and touched there, then he straightened his chest and hummed harshly at the person in the mirror.

crow:?

"Mr. Crow." Roland turned his head.

"What."

"How long can you keep this 'face' on for me?"

"A whole day, Collins. But my suggestion is, half a day. Otherwise, it is easy for knowledgeable people to see the flaws."

Crow observed his expression.

Unfortunately, he didn't see 'shame' or 'pain' on Roland's face.

On the contrary, there are so many...

Excited to give it a try?

"If the task is completed quickly enough, maybe I can go home and scare my uncle..."

He heard Roland talking to himself.

"What did you say?" Crow wondered.

Roland turned around completely, put his hands on his hips, and said in a rough voice: "I am a servant hired by Roland Collins! Mr. Pugh Collins, he said that he wants me to knock you with a broom every night when you snore. head!"

crow:……

This idiot boy, I really think too much.

Crow rolled his eyes, stopped paying attention to him, and pushed out the door with the box.

——When Roland returned to the office again, the continuous laughter turned the place into a sea of ​​joy.

Especially Fernandez.

He had the biggest laugh.

"Hahahahaha Roland Collins hahahaha...East, East End...East End Angel...Hahahaha..."

Kratoff covered his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

Enid admired Roland's behavior--he deliberately pushed out his flat belly and swaggered like a suddenly rich and arrogant guy.

"The eyebrows are distinctive, Raven."

She praised.

"I'll try my best to make him 'ordinary', Enid... Sir." Crow looked at Roland and spoke slowly: "As long as he doesn't reveal too many... flaws. Or, he is so proud that he comes into close contact with people. "

Enid raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"How do you feel, fat angel?" Fernandez got up from the chair and came to Roland to look at his new face. He pointed at his lower abdomen and said in surprise: "You should put a pillow here, and it will really turn into a new face." "Fat" - Oh, I need to wear more clothes and pants to make my limbs look thicker."

"Roland?"

Roland raised his voice, held his head high, and glanced at Fernandez contemptuously.

"Please add 'sir' or I will never answer you."

Fernandez couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, your identity is Henry Evans." Enid smiled and said: "Xander Kratof's is Eleanor Evans."

"These brothers and sisters are cult believers and new participants in Ms. Jasmine's salon. A few days ago, Crow led a team to secretly arrest these brothers and sisters, as well as the person who gave them the invitation. Now, you two will take their place. their identity.”

Henry Evans.

Eleanor Evans.

"A very interesting... pair of brothers and sisters." Crow said slowly: "When we broke in, this pair of close brothers and sisters were studying each other's... bodies on the ground."

He cherished his words like gold, but he said everything.

Fernandez looked disgusted.

"Cultists are always so...so..."

Crow disagreed: "I think this is a little hobby born of their siblings."

Enid knocked on the table.

"Xander Kratove, Roland Collins."

"The invitation letter from the two siblings stated that after the salon, there would be a small private party. I guess it was at the party that they performed those illegal rituals."

"In addition to observation, you also have to help me find someone at the banquet - if possible, try to save his life... I mean, on the premise of protecting yourselves."

Enid said.

"His name is Benevento."

"Sutherland, or Duke of Stafford."

Even Roland couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this name.

He is indeed a 'country boy' who has just arrived in London, but his name is not only spread in London.

George Sutherland Benevento, the name stands for one sentence:

'The richest man in the whole country. ’

People speculate and say this.

Roland believes that even if the rumors are wrong, he is not the richest, but he is at least the second or third richest, right?

"Oh, you want the executive officer of the Inquisition to protect a gentleman who is good at 'cleaning'?" Crow's face turned very ugly, which was extremely rare - it was not like the anger when talking about the 'weakness' of the Inquisition. But a kind of real hatred buried in his eyes.

Enid calmly accepted the hatred in his eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "Crow, the Inquisition needs him, and the monarch also needs him."

"We need to show mercy when there is a crisis, rather than letting him think that the danger has never occurred."

Crow mocked: "When did you learn these tricks? From whom? Your enemy? Or your partner?"

Enid looked calm: "I sympathize with your situation, Crow. But you have to understand me..."

"I cannot understand you, Lord Enid," said the Crow. "I wonder where you are taking the Inquisition - we are heading towards war."

Enid looked from Crow to Fernandez.

The priest hesitated to speak.

"Let me talk to the crow," she said.

Fernandez looked gloomy, put back what he said, and glared at Crow fiercely: "You'd better use your little respect here."

He bowed slightly towards Enid, and then left with Xander and Roland.

The door closed, and after a moment, the 'hatred' on Crow's face suddenly disappeared - he pulled out his chair and sat across from Enid: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Enid ruffled her hair and said nothing.

“What the ritualists of the Path of the Holy Flame lack is clear to me as I have worked with Fernandez for many years. "The crow's eyes were intense, staring at the nonchalant woman: "You shouldn't send these executives who respect you to die... right? "

"Answer me, Enid...my lord."

Enid looked uninterested.

"The duty of the executive officer is to send cultists and alien species to their death." Her tone did not fluctuate at all, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her: "... If necessary, she will turn herself into a raging flame."

"Hate is the best faith."

After hearing this, an astonishing anger burst out in Crow's eyes: "We are not surrounding you, surrounding the Tribunal, to be the fuel for your ambitions..."

"Then who are you doing for?" Enid glanced at him and said in a strange tone: "For God? To become the sword of the benefactor? To judge sin?"

She waved her hand gently, as if she wanted to use a gust of wind to blow away these people's foolish 'loyalty'.

"That's not funny. The Ten Crowns are asleep, Grant."

"You are still able to maintain your unwavering faith. You are truly a group of loyal people..."

Her lips parted slightly, and her voice was barely audible.

Crow clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands: "You are not worthy of being the presiding judge."

Enid seemed to agree with this statement.

She said with a sincere expression: "You are right, Grant. I should have given up this position to Keshihai, right? Then, you will follow him and crash into the cornerstone of this country a few years ago - those People you don’t like.”

"Then, the entire country will be completely reduced to scorched earth."

"Is this what you want?"

The crow was still angry, but there were no words in his mouth.

"You're right, I actually don't care about the Inquisition or the life and death of the Executor."

Enid raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "You know very well that the higher the "Holy Flame" goes, the less and less things you care about - but they also become more and more important... At least for now, my approach , good for the Inquisition, right? "

"Siding with Victoria is our best choice."

“You, the other executives including Fernandez — who doesn’t want to be a winner?”

"Bleeding is inevitable and you should look at it calmly."

The crow gritted his teeth: "The blood shed is the blood of our brothers and sisters."

Enid became more sarcastic, as if she heard a big joke: "Brothers and sisters?! Who? You? Or Fernandez? Who will be your brothers and sisters? A group of people who wield swords for that sleeping ghost. idiot?"

"The Father of All…"

"He didn't say anything."

There is only indifference in the woman's eyes.

"Doctrines are made up, Grant."

"I hope you understand this, you idiot of a third ring."

"The Inquisition was once the sword of the Church, the sword of the Benefactor - so why not my sword? You are loyal to that illusory phantom, and when one day you are lucky enough to come before Him and question Him... "

"Guess what answer you'll get?"

Enid shook her head slowly, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Nothing, Grant."

she says.

"He knows nothing."

“‘I did not tell you to do this.’ That’s what He would say.”

Crow looked at Enid for a long time, over and over again.

He could only give one answer now.

"blasphemer."

Hearing this word, Enid couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckled: "Are you going to report me? Grant, report a presiding judge? Why do you think Keshihai left?"

Crow's eyes were firm: "Because of his own faith - faith and piety in the Father of All Things. But you don't have it. He doesn't want to meet you and other brothers and sisters in blood..."

"So, leaving is the best choice... What? Are you going to tell me, in fact, what Keshihai did was wrong? A pious person is wrong, and a blasphemer is right?"

Enid held up her index finger.

When a brilliant golden flame burned, the woman said something irrelevant.

"I like that he smokes cigars."

She looked across the raven, as if looking at another person.

"Specially...attractive..."

Crow frowned: "Lord Enid."

The woman sighed and blew gently to extinguish the flame.

"You are particularly stupid." She moved her body, leaned on the chair, and rested her head on the heels of her hands: "Have you ever hunted?"

The crow didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

"At what point do hounds come into play?"

Enid said to herself:

"Of course when there's plenty of prey."

"Then, when all the prey in the entire territory is hunted..."

"hound."

"Is it still necessary to exist?"

"Can you... still tolerate it from time to time, roaring at the owner or the owner's friends?"

This is not a question.

The crow was expressionless: "If the owner changes, the hound will no longer be a hound?"

Enid laughed: "It depends on the master... whether he can hold the rope."

Crow was silent for a moment, and then said: "We only stay in the trial court for trial and punishment."

Enid shook her head.

She understood Grant's 'fanaticism' and 'obstinacy' - no, not so much fanaticism, but hatred.

In the Inquisition, most of the Executors hate cultists or aliens.

Because of their parents, because of their children, because of their wives.

Hatred is the best faith.

'A gift. ’

She muttered something silently, shook her head, and dispersed the shadows in her mind.

"Your trial and punishment are selfish. If you have the chance, you can ask Keshihai. Grant, you don't know many things at all." Enid looked at the man in front of her and said very sincerely: "Crown God's Doctrine is just a lie—a shroud of mystery…”

"A big lie."

"I don't think there are any ghosts, aliens, or gods..."

"Better than humans at lying."

Crow crossed his arms and sneered, obviously not believing a word of it.

Enid actually knew better than to say this to Crow, rather to Fernandez. The man who was as strong as a bear was not as honest as he looked. He is shrewd.

but…

He is the captain of Xander and Roland.

Letting him know too much too early is not a good thing.

"I had no idea, Enid, that you had such blasphemous thoughts."

Crow looked at the woman with a calm expression and felt chills in his heart.

He once envied the power of the "Holy Flame" path, and also envied the ritualists walking on this path: they were cold and ruthless, and while they were fanatical, they also lacked reason and wisdom.

"Mortal scars" are not a flaw for them, but like a gift.

It robs them of their 'flaws' as humans.

But today, he saw another side of the "Holy Flame".

When 'No Mercy' happened to Enid Judith, as she watched...

It's like being immersed in the coldest ice lake in winter.

A woman without mercy.

Crow suspected that she didn't even care about her own life.

The path of the holy flame.

The ritualist closest to the end of it, when the skin was torn open, there was an emotionless monster hidden inside.

A blasphemer.