The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 158 Ch.157 Gourmet

Before the Inspectorate and the Church arrive, the Inquisition will 'clean' the scene - by cleaning, I mean taking away all dangerous items.

In simple terms:

valuable.

This is also an unspoken rule that everyone abides by - just like 'whoever completes the task has the right of first refusal'.

The same is true for the Supervisory Bureau, but there may be differences in details; other organizations may be harsher than the Tribunal, or they may be more generous than the Tribunal, Roland doesn't know.

This time, the Tribunal has the authority to take away all ‘dangerous contraband’ here.

What they found wasn't much, but it was valuable enough:

Half a box of gold pounds of various values.

Some expensive jewelry.

jewelry.

Unsigned oil painting.

Some nearly new, expensive maxi dresses.

Several vaguely worded letters.

A sharp boning knife, a strange object.

A plump eyeball engraved with black scriptures.

Some dry powder of unknown texture and purpose.

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Roland, who owned the wrench, was the first to figure these things out.

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"Name: Sharp Boning Knife"

"Type: Strange Object (Spiritual Body)"

"A boning knife stained with the blood of a thousand virgin girls. Its successive users have used it to perform some kind of cruel and twisted ritual, and countless creatures have died under the blade - when you get close, you can hear the screams of the spirit body. Ming."

"When holding this magical object, the spirit is slightly activated and the strength of the arm is greatly enhanced."

"Extremely sharp, not strong enough armor is as thin as paper in front of it."

"The boning knife will adjust the way it handles food and the taste of the food according to the owner's 'hobby'."

"Note: When holding it, you will be targeted by 'them'."

"Note: After each use, the holder must donate a certain amount of blood..."

"Note: No one knows what a 'certain amount' is."

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Next, there is the eyeball engraved with black sutras.

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"Name: Flagellant/Mincemeat Joy"

"Type: Grand Ceremony"

"Principles: pleasure/flesh/hunger and thirst/fertility/reproduction/pain"

"Ritual: The Hand Bone of the Whip Bearer/The Blood of the Ultimate Joyous One"

"Prayer: Short"

"Effect: The ritualist will gain all whip experience and knowledge of the 'ritual object·hand'."

"Note: The upper limit of experience/knowledge is one hundred years."

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"※Addiction blooms in flesh and blood."

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This is the Cradle of Flesh, or in other words, a great ritual that can only be used by ritualists who have embarked on the Red Road.

According to Wrench.

'passive'.

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Finally, there was the pinch of brown powder wrapped in letter paper with unknown texture and purpose.

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"Dry powder (you can taste it with your tongue)"

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Roland dared to swear with his head that this thing was definitely not a good thing - considering his knowledge of wrenches.

Study room on the second floor.

Crow and Fernandez were waiting for the incoming detectives on the first floor. There were only two ladies on the second floor...

and Roland.

"I can't believe this cultist actually used the Pence family's blanket. I don't have many such valuable things..."

Enid was rummaging through the closet, chatting with Xander beside her.

"I can give you a recently fashionable one. It is said to be limited edition." Xander picked up a skirt, threw it on the carpet, kicked it aside, looked inside, and turned up another cabinet. "What color do you like?"

Enid smiled, her voice rising: "No one has ever said that except you, Kratof. People like Fernandez and...and Crow don't understand or pay attention to what their superiors like. "

Roland:......

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Are Pence's blankets expensive?

"Luxury."

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Luxury?

"The ones Beatrice wears every time."

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You mean, the...thing she used to wipe her hands or as a paint brush?

"That's right, the general public version costs about a few pounds a piece, and it's not too expensive to afford."

"The limited edition is slightly double the price."

"Super limited edition...just super double."

Roland:......

The conversation between the two women behind him came from a distance.

"Paying attention to what a lady likes is the virtue of a keen and thoughtful gentleman. Although we cannot be called 'ladies', we occasionally hope to be 'attention' like this."

"You are right, Lady Enid."

Roland:......

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I'll go check out Pence's house.

"I remember you had at least a thousand pounds."

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That's what Cherry left for me, I have other uses for it.

"Oh, then with your salary alone, you can't afford to buy limited editions...you can still practice for two and a half years."

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What two and a half years?

"well."

"I'm so lonely."

Roland:......

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You are so annoying.

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What is the powder used for?

Wanwan didn't answer him, just kept laughing.

Roland thought for a while and turned back.

"Lord Enid."

He gathered the gold pounds, numbered the scattered ones in the drawer, and put them into the wooden box.

——On the table in front of Roland were a wooden box filled with gold coins, a boning knife, an unknown dry powder folded with letter paper, and the watery eyeball.

"What is this?" Roland nodded on the table and pointed at the letter envelope. "I think you include it in your 'harvest'?"

Enid and Xander looked at each other, and neither of them spoke first.

"Kratofer?"

Xander unnaturally pulled back his hanging hair and gave Roland a sparkling look.

"That's the stuff of a vicious ritual, Roland."

A ritual that Xander could call vicious.

Roland was even more curious.

"Grind it into powder...and apply it on your tongue."

Enid interrupted, glanced at Roland without embarrassment, came to the table, put several things into the wooden box, and gave them to Roland to hold.

"Let's go, our people should be here."

She took the lead, swinging her skirt, and hurried downstairs, leaving Roland, who was holding the wooden box, confused.

?

What is ground into...what?

What's the meaning?

"That was a very cruel ceremony, Roland." Xander passed by him, his watery eyes looking up from bottom to top, and the tip of his tongue swept across his dry lips.

"A big ritual can make the user more attractive."

She took small steps forward, getting close to Roland, and her slender fingers slid across the wooden box he was holding.

Then, it accidentally slipped across someone's knuckles.

“…making them more attractive.”

Xander stepped up his feet, and every word that came quietly made Roland's ears itch: "...a very vicious...but also a very wonderful ritual."

She smiled and knocked on the wooden box lid a few times, backed away with her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to the side where her gray hair was scattered.

"...This mission is over and we have a long vacation."

"Can I invite you for afternoon tea?"

Roland was about to step forward and paused.

He turned slightly to the girl with her hands behind her back and stared at her.

After a while, he shook his head slightly.

"I'm afraid it's my turn to say that."

Roland smiled brightly: "Miss Kratofer, would I be honored to invite you to spend a pleasant afternoon with me?"

The gray-haired girl held up her long skirt that was soaked with a smile and bent her knees slightly.

"I'd be happy to, Roland."