The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 15: Ritualist

Chapter 15 Ch.15 Ritualist

After sending off the mayor, the priests were ready to set off.

Enid led Roland's hand to the carriage. Behind her followed a man with his head down, carrying two large boxes in his hands - Roland recognized him as the gentleman who was scolded this morning.

Fernandez.

The priests stared at Roland with strange eyes, and turned back and forth between him and Enid.

But when Enid glanced over, they quickly lowered their heads and did what they should do.

For example, they were clipping their nails, observing the silver ornament on their chests, adjusting their cuffs, and using the toes of their shoes to rub small pits in the mud.

The priests traveled in five carriages, four of which were larger and had more people on board.

Roland and Enid took the smallest carriage.

It was also the best.

The carriage was filled with incense, and the feet were covered with dark gray soft carpets. The walls of the carriage were painted with gold and black with intricate fine flowers like a maze.

A mahogany table separated the long sofas on both sides, on which were placed a small stove, candlesticks, and a wide-bellied blue teapot that was still steaming.

The same blue porcelain teacups were placed on a tray.

A plate of milky white cheese and a plate of frosted cake, and a plate of small tomatoes piled up next to it.

Roland thought it was like a small walking palace.

Enid let him get on the car first, and then she got on and closed the door.

After a while, the trees outside the window began to slowly retreat.

Roland held his chin, feeling a little excited and a little uneasy.

I'm leaving here.

Miss Nina.

Mrs. Jones.

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The wheels rolled forward.

The two people sitting opposite each other always had to talk about something.

For example, Roland's life experience.

Cultists.

The Collins family.

According to the visits of Ms. Enid's priests, the time when the butler Seth appeared coincided with the day when the eldest son of old Thales had an accident.

The grief of losing his son made him beg this gentleman who showed extraordinary mystery in the mansion -

Little did he know that in Enid's words, these were all obvious means, not even a conspiracy.

If he hadn't killed Tallis Collins's eldest son, how could he have given hope just right?

"Hope can't buy anything."

In Enid's slightly indifferent evaluation, she didn't even blame Tallis Collins for what he did.

In her opinion, when most people are stupid, he is just a more unlucky unlucky fool among the stupid people.

No need to evaluate.

Hope...

Roland subconsciously touched his pocket.

"The Cradle of Flesh and Blood, or the disordered organizations under their command... I can't even say they are organizations."

Enid narrowed her eyes and put her index finger on her cheek, "The cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood like to do this. 'Pointing' to people who are on the edge of the cliff, gently pushing them..."

At this point, she suddenly realized that the stupid person she was talking about was Roland Collins' father.

And it was the first time that Roland saw a flash of regret on the face of the lady holding the golden flame.

"You don't have to feel sorry for this, ma'am." He held the cup, rubbed his fingertips slowly on the edge of the cup, and stared at the corner of the table: "If it weren't for you, I think I would be the same as those servants now, right?"

"Those empty shells who can only smile."

Enid looked at him.

Her dark brown eyes were full of unspeakable admiration. They melted into liquid and flowed quietly in her eyes.

"When did you find out that something was wrong, Roland." She asked.

"The second day? Or the third day?"

Roland pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment: "There is something you may not know, my sister delayed for me for a long time-Nina Collins, she, she disappeared later..."

"You have a good sister."

Roland was not worried that Enid would notice the ritual'traces' in the room-if she could, it would be even better.

They were all done by the cultists.

In any case, he could not take the initiative to conceal the fact that Miss Nina existed.

"But I have to remind you."

Enid put away her smile and pushed the window open a little.

Some butterflies waving blue fluorescent powder flew in from the window as guests.

The trees in the distance swayed, and the wheels continued to creak and turn, leaving a line of ruts on the emerald green lake.

It was not bumpy at all.

It was like driving on a flawless mirror, quiet and stable.

"You have had close contact with cultists - especially your father."

Enid said, her raised eyebrows became sharp: "If you are involved in the case, the person involved must go to the Supervisory Bureau to cooperate with the investigation. At the same time, to prevent contamination, you have to go to the church for a purification ceremony."

"Purification ceremony... and Supervisory Bureau?"

Similar to the public security station in the town?

"Almost. They are responsible for the security of the 'other side'."

"You don't need to go to the Inspectorate. You need to be able to shed your golden skin to deal with those vultures." Enid obviously didn't like that organization. She frowned and said vaguely, "Someone will be in charge of this case. She will negotiate with the Inspectorate when the time comes."

The pale words appeared again.

"She = myself"

Roland ignored it.

What puzzled him was that Ms. Enid seemed to have been certain that she was not the same kind of cultist since the first meeting - she didn't even ask if she had touched unclean things or participated in...

For example, the evil rituals performed by the butler and old Collins.

Enid looked at Roland's apprehensive look, the winter snow on her face melted, and she rarely showed a happy smile: "No, Roland. You can't."

She said.

"Because you are not even an apprentice. How can someone who has not yet entered the ring participate in the ring-up ceremony..."

Ring-up?

Apprentice?

Enid said several words in a row, each pointing to the same question.

"I don't know if you have heard of it, Roland."

Enid looked at him quietly and uttered two words that Nina seemed to have said: ""Ritualist", "Great Road". "

At this moment, the words next to the woman's face suddenly enlarged:

"Roland Collins should not have heard of it."

Roland glanced at the words and shook his head with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mortals call us executors, and cultists call us burners."

"And on the other side of the world, there is a unified name for those of us who have mastered multiple rituals, enriched flesh and blood, opened up souls, and embarked on the great road."

She said.

"Ritualist."

The appearance of this word seemed to make the air stagnate.

Roland always felt that something was wrong.

"The evil-minded bat with a smirk"

"Wooden table"

"Piano"

"Fireplace"

"Easel"

"Fountain"

"Chandelier"

He felt an animal licking the back of his hand with a big tongue.