The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 159 Ch.158 Eyeball

Not to mention how the Inquisition dealt with those stupid ritual participants, and how they tortured and tortured the few surviving cultists.

When Roland returned to the trial court with Enid, several people first had to deal with - or in other words, distribute the seized 'stolen items'.

gold pound.

And strange objects: the boning knife, and the black scripture eyeball.

After Enid expressed her disapproval, she yawned and walked away.

There are only three executives left in the office. You look at me and I look at you (Xander was taken away for treatment).

"I want coffee, Fernandez."

Roland was a little sleepy.

The whole night was very tense: encountering battles, hiding identities, meeting Miss Snitch again, and Xander Kratof's strange...

He is indeed a little tired now.

Fernandez quietly leaned out and looked out the door, then tiptoed to the door and closed the door very softly.

"I sometimes feel like you should be my captain."

Only then did I dare to speak loudly.

"When it comes to brains, he certainly is." Crow said as he took out the knife and plate from Fernandez's cupboard. He also found a small piece of bread from somewhere and baked it on the stone slab of the fireplace. With.

Fernandez: ...

"This is my office, Raven."

"No need to stress." Crow folded his hands and leaned against the wall: "What else needs me to stay? I don't want to stay in your small and messy place for too long. I'm different from you. I have to stay every day. A lot of things to do.”

Fernandez grinned: "Too busy comforting your 'floating lady'?"

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

Fernandez stared back without any sign of weakness.

The two people stared at each other, with a sense of 'whoever removes his eyes first will lose'.

Roland:......

Seriously, even the youngest kids in the workhouse don't do that anymore.

"What a shame, you've never played this game."

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I haven't settled the score with you yet.

"What account?"

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You let me taste...

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That dry powder account.

"I mean: you 'can have a taste.' It was just a harmless little joke."

-Wrench, you know, there's only one way I can fight you back.

"I hate vegetarians."

"You can't always curb the nature engraved in my bones."

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Can you not have this nature engraved in your bones?

"I also want to ask Su Yue this question."

Perhaps it was because the increasingly prosperous fireplace made his eyes dry, but the two of them looked away at the same time as if they had made an appointment: Crow focused on baking soft bread, while Fernandez pulled out his chair with a slumped face.

"The rules of the Inquisition, whoever performs the task has the right of first refusal."

He woke up Roland, who was staring at the table, unscrewed the lock on the outside of the wooden box, opened the lid, and took out a small pile of gold pounds.

"This pile is yours."

Fernandez said.

"You deserve compensation for the 'consumption' of this mission."

The gold pound is used to compensate for the consumption of holy water and other materials-if Roland performs other rituals.

In fact, all of this should be written down and reported to the Tribunal, who will then report it to the church.

Usually, though, the executive will try to make up for his losses with stolen goods before this point, and then continue the process.

"...If it weren't for Lady Enid's generosity, we would have been unable to continue our work for a few bucks in the church." Fernandez curled his lips: "I don't know if those people only wear one pair of pants all year round..."

He muttered, taking the rest of the stuff out of the box.

Rare Item: Boning Knife.

Eyeballs engraved with black scriptures.

"It's different from the case of Mrs. Pasetti last time. This time, you and Xander Kratof should choose first. But I have to tell you."

Fernandez pointed to the boning knife and said sincerely:

"Don't use strange objects of unknown origin rashly before performing the ritual. If you don't want flowers and plants to grow on your body, your teeth will fall out, and your body will be cursed."

Roland was puzzled: "Ritual?"

"That's right, a universal ritual (small ritual)." Fernandez raised his eyebrows: "The fifth crown god's universal ritual, a small ritual that can be used by every ritualist."

"The Fifth Crown God"

"The God of Ritual and Contract/The Constant Scale that Splits Day and Night"

"His ritual allows us to distinguish the efficacy of strange objects and the price they have to pay..." Fernandez described the magical ritual to Roland - all the materials used in it made Roland speechless.

Not only is it expensive, some Roland has never even heard of it.

Best of all: gold is used.

"Depending on the power of the rare object, the materials consumed by the ritual will gradually increase...including gold. Roland, this is why the mask is worth five hundred pounds - originally, as a participant in the case, you would never have to pay that much."

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Actually.

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I only paid fifty pounds.

"Actually, you haven't given me a penny so far."

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Enid said it would be deducted from paychecks.

"If you kiss that bat a few more times, the Inquisition should be yours."

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It's a joke though, wrench. I still disagree with you describing Ms. Enid as so...innocent.

"Roland."

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Um?

"is it possible."

"This is no joke."

Roland:......

"I say this to warn you not to use strange objects of unknown origin rashly. If you are interested in this knife, at least wait until after the ceremony. And--"

Fernandez wanted to tell Roland about the ceremony, but was interrupted by Crow impatiently: "So, why did you ask me to stay?"

Fernandez looked innocent: "I didn't ask you to stay?"

Crow: ...

The silence in the room lasted longer than before.

When the expressionless man left, only a dinner plate broken into two pieces and a cracked rock slab under the fragments were left on the fireplace.

Fernandez took out a wrinkled cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff.

"In the court of justice, his lover can't help."

"Lover?" Roland was puzzled: "You mean, the ghost?"

The priest narrowed his eyes and didn't answer.

The flame burned the paper roll, passed through the mouth, and turned into pale white smoke.

"...Experience makes a person. When you see a person, do you think, 'Why is he like this', 'What made him like this'."

Roland leaned his arm against the sofa and tilted his head: "Fernandez, I don't have any bad opinions about Mr. Crow."

"No good opinions either, right?" Fernandez held a cigarette and pointed at Roland in the air, "Because you don't care about irrelevant people at all."

Roland just smiled.

"Okay, I don't like him very much anyway... You can wait for a while and discuss it with Kratov, wait for this boning knife-"

Roland whispered: "...I want that eyeball, Fernandez. You know, I am embarking on an unknown road... I can only rely on intuition."

Eyeball...

Fernandez thought about it, holding a cigarette and lowering his head to flip through the drawer.

He found an empty wooden box the size of a palm, and carefully put the eyeball into the box with a cloth pad.

"Don't think I'm nagging, Roland."

He closed the lid of the box.

"It may be a material, but the characters on it..."

"Maybe it means an incomplete grand ceremony, or maybe... it is complete."

"Cult grand ceremony is not allowed to be traded, let alone spread in any way."

"You are an executive."

"This should be very clear."

"When you no longer need it, destroying it is the best choice - I believe in you, so I never want to see you make such a stupid mistake one day."

Fernandez finished speaking and scratched his chin with the hand holding the cigarette: "...hiss, did I forget something?"

Roland tapped the pocket watch in his side pocket lightly, his face as usual.

"No, Fernandez."