The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 16 Ch16 The Sleeping World

Chapter 16 Ch.16 Sleeping World

"You see, that's why I reveal the mystery to you."

Enid was delighted that Roland was so perceptive: "I could detect it the first time."

"You are a born ritualist."

The more Roland listened, the more something was wrong. It seemed as if there was a piece of paper between him and the "truth".

Just the thickness of a piece of paper.

"Sorry ma'am, I don't understand where we are now-"

"That's where I want to be."

Enid put down the teacup and stood up, while also pulling Roland up.

She pulled him to the center, then, mischievously, let go of her hand and disappeared.

A blind boy without a cane was left there alone.

Suddenly it started to snow.

After the fountain froze, he ran head-on into the blowing wind.

An eagle's cry appeared overhead, roaring across a snow-covered triangular-roofed thatched house, blowing snowflakes on Roland's head;

The horns and hooves were strong, and the tall elk ran out of the streets and alleys, dancing around Roland;

There was a black cat sleeping drowsily on the roof, with its head drooped and lazily playing the piano in its hand.

The sun was bubbling, and the gray wolf was beating the snare drum quickly and heavily;

Blue water droplets floated in the air. They held hands with Luanqiong Zaiyu, singing happily in the music, spinning in circles, and tap dancing with the deer.

‘This is unique music! ’

they said.

‘It’s impossible to feel its full expression with just your ears! ’

They call.

‘Roland! ’

‘Roland, come quickly! ’

They sing.

‘Jaw-dropping! ’

‘Shocking to the soul! ’

they shout.

‘Thrilling! ’

'That's it! ’

Roland stroked the antlers, and the water and snow bounced and chirped on his skin;

Some annoying troublemakers even climbed up to his ears very rudely and shouted evilly into his ears: "Ah——"

Then he happily rolled off his shoulders and ran away.

Roland touched the wings on the deer's back.

Soft feathers.

This is another world…

Right before your eyes.

"Yes, we are right where you imagined, Roland."

Enid said, "In a dream."

…………

…

The wheels squeaked.

Leaving the town, the carriage became bumpy.

It was at this time that Roland was woken up from his dream.

His forehead hit the car window, and Enid placed a square cushion in his arms and on his back.

Slept well.

"This world has two sides. During the day, the world of human activities is called the waking world, while at night, dreams take over."

"It is a turbid lake under the surface world, weaving the dreams of all living beings."

"For mortals, it is just a vivid cartoon that is forgotten after opening their eyes, but for extraordinary creatures..."

"It allows us to get closer to certain forces, thereby mastering and changing them..."

"Dreams are the existence under the surface where the underlying rules and living beings are intertwined. It is theoretically infinite and everything can happen in dreams. Everyone will enter dreams at least twice in their life - "

"The moment of being delivered, and..."

"The last dream before death."

"'I looked beyond the world of appearances to see the reality beneath the surface.'"

"——The above is from the first volume of "The Ceremony of Comprehension."

"Good afternoon, Roland Collins."

The plates on the table disappeared, and there was a flower basket next to the oil lamp: inside were small cakes topped with cream and chopped nuts.

The teapot has also been changed to cherry color, and there are still three or two drops of crumbling grape juice hanging on the spout.

The carriage swayed.

This gave Roland some realism.

He touched his face, hugged the pillow again and started to feel dazed.

"According to the statistics of those vultures, people who fall asleep for the first time almost touch their faces after waking up."

Enid made a little joke and opened the window on the other side, revealing a boring scenery: trees growing randomly and branches in random directions.

This is reality.

"We're back, Roland."

she says.

"Just now…"

"That's something every ritualist can do easily."

Roland took a few deep breaths, raised his hand to fumble around, and held the glass of grape juice. The cold liquid transferred the temperature through the cup to the palm of his hand. Only then did his hesitant heart calm down.

"Don't worry, eat some cake, no one can hurt you around me."

"Words are pale in the face of mystery. I think I should let you experience this feeling for yourself: the power of the ritualist."

"Roland, are you willing to believe in the Father of All Things?"

Roland could realize that this was not an easy choice.

At least what Enid calls 'belief'...

"I've always been a believer, ma'am."

As expected, Enid denied it with a smile:

"What I mean by 'belief' is to choose the 'great path' governed by the Father of All Things..."

"To put it simply, Roland, you can do the same as me in the future."

"Even better than me."

Roland took a bite of the cake.

On the soft cake base, crispy pistachio crumbs and lightly sweetened whipped cream enter your mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

She saw Roland puffing out his cheeks like a little hamster, and she had the urge to take one - but she resisted after pinching her arm.

"I asked Fernandez to prepare it specially."

"The evil-minded bat seeking credit."

Roland blinked: "Yes, ma'am. It's very delicious. There is nothing better than waking up from a journey, drinking a glass of cool grape juice, and eating a piece of soft and sweet cake."

"If I do, I can only meet a caring, kind, beautiful woman who will put a pillow in my arms when I fall asleep."

Since Roland is blind from Enid's perspective,...

She smiled openly.

"The happy bat with evil thoughts."

I don't want to give such an unpleasant nickname to a kind lady, not to mention, I have seen her, she is very young and very beautiful.

Roland thought.

The words followed his will and soon changed.

"A cheerful, very young, very beautiful evil bat whose nickname is not unpleasant."

Change it back.

When the characters are long enough, they can easily cover people's faces.

Roland twisted the tablecloth and wiped his fingers. His amber eyes stared blankly at the spoon.

He remembered the two choices Miss Nina gave him before she died.

Mortal life.

Or step into another world.

He did not resist fate, but he also did not forget Miss Nina's words.

Father of All, Lord of Mercy, Benefactor, First Light - these are the names of the God believed by Holy Cross Christians.

Most of the time, he could often hear these names from the people around him, and at the same time, they would be followed by various wishes:

For example, I pray that I am rich, healthy, long-lived, wise, have many children, eloquent, charming, and that the cat that cursed his wife will grow teeth to bite off the adulterer’s ‘scepter’…

some type of.

Although it’s not nice to say this, the other party took care of me along the way but...

In contrast, Roland trusted Nina more.

Her perspective on the world was different from anyone Roland had ever seen.

While lowering her eyes to think, Enid seemed to understand Roland's hesitation. She knocked on the table to attract the boy's attention:

"I know that your heart is full of doubts, uneasiness about the unclear future, and worry about your unknown destiny..."

"Don't worry, I won't force you, Roland."

“In the three realms He rules: Mercy, Judgment, and Wisdom, we are purer…”

"So, only those with extraordinary talents can be with us."

"You're a good fit and I think it's worth the wait."

"Of course, even if you take other paths." Enid winked slyly: "You will still work with us."

Mercy, Judgment, Wisdom.