The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 166 Ch.165 Didn't you say...

Fernandez didn't want Roland to participate in the interrogation of the cultists.

From what he said, there was someone in the court who was responsible for this part. This bloody and cruel interrogation process might not be a big deal for the "Holy Flame" who lacked mercy, but he had some "little thoughts" and didn't want Roland to get stained with the cruel blood.

The day after the arrest, Roland came to the court.

Bring a lavender paisley shawl from Burns.

It cost seven pounds.

"If you calculate it based on a cup of coffee a day, the price of this popular shawl is basically enough for you to drink coffee for a year."

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The lady spent more than seven pounds on me.

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Besides, her help to me cannot be calculated in gold pounds.

"I didn't stop you."

The flame jumped.

"I just don't understand, it seems that no matter what era, some things are always only worthy of a small number of people to enjoy."

"Humans are so interesting..."

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Interesting?

"A creature that was originally chaotic has established order, the purpose is to allow a smaller number of chaotic creatures to use this order to maintain their own chaos... Isn't this interesting enough?"

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I don't understand what you are saying.

"I don't understand either, Su Yue's memory is very interesting."

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Miss Nina...

Roland pursed his lips and climbed the stairs.

The executors who hurried past in the Tribunal greeted him one after another - some nodded seriously, some bowed with a smile, and some lifted their skirts and bent their legs: since Roland joined the Tribunal and did several major things, the executors' kindness to him was almost overflowing.

First, he "single" killed a cultist who entered the circle.

This made some executors look at him with new eyes.

Secondly, he made the chief judge who had been indifferent to the Tribunal for a long time begin to "thaw".

So another part of the executors had a good impression of him.

Finally, he was a partner with the "socialite" of the Tribunal - you can imagine how many times he was mentioned.

Roland could sense everyone's goodwill and affection for him.

But...

Some older executives looked at him strangely: every time they passed by, they always had a 'kind' and 'gratified' smile on their faces.

Knock knock.

Fernandez had been busy interrogating cultists recently, so Roland naturally knocked on Enid's office door.

It was obvious that the lady liked his gift very much.

The shawl.

She asked Roland how much he had spent, and said that his work was not easy, and he should save money for his future life instead of buying her this expensive gift that ordinary people could not afford.

Roland said that he had the right to spend the money he earned, to buy things that would make her happy for the people he wanted.

Then, Enid kept laughing, lifted her cheek, and looked at him straight in the eyes.

No words.

For the first time, Roland found that her smile was a bit silly.

A bit silly.

"Can you do me a favor, Roland."

Later.

Roland couldn't remember what she said or what he answered.

His memory seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

"Help?"

"Yes."

"...Okay."

Enid tilted her face slightly, leaned back gently, and sank into the sofa. A thin white fish with five dark blue scales that had been raised for many years slowly climbed onto the long table.

It had thin tendons and light blue blood vessels.

It tilted upwards.

Her voice was like a boat swaying restlessly in the waves, shaking constantly.

"Do me a favor... I, my executive."

The white fish brought a long gray thick cotton sock.

This woman who could make people bow down and be a dog, who was cold and unsexual all day long, had a strange charm that made people obsessed.

But at this moment, when she was stared at by Roland and tilted her head in shame, this charm became the most insignificant part of her.

Roland keenly captured this point and realized the mystery - under his beautiful skin, what was burning was the unique white blood of men after all.

He felt a flame burning up his spine, and his heart was no longer in his chest, but quietly ran to his ears.

He seemed to have awakened a certain innate ability of a male at this moment:

From the repetitive and boring air, from the mixed and vague emotions, he accurately grasped the trembling thread.

Grab with an aggressive nature.

He seemed to be born with vision, but he had to open his eyes today.

"Edward."

"Ni."

"De."

The breath sounded sticky at first, then separated crisply and bounced out carefully.

Roland felt that he had become very strange: his mood, which should have been happy, was like a water pipe that was stuffy but not bursting, and the trembling caused by the blockage of water flow was waiting for the last moment to explode.

He found that Enid's profile was beautiful.

He found that she could no longer maintain an unchanged expression. She made Roland see panic and found a flaw.

This made Roland's instincts deposited in his flesh and bones from a distant era quickly awaken.

The ritualist pays attention to the soul and values ​​the soul.

Some ritualists value the soul more than the flesh.

But at this moment, Roland didn't want the soul to get in the way.

He didn't need to bother the soul, he wanted to experience this moment personally.

But to his chagrin, the white soft fish still had a way out.

When the knock on the door sounded, all the hazy, drunken and hot air was instantly blown away by the cold wind.

Knock knock——

The light knock on the door was as loud as thunder in the quiet, highly focused brains of the two.

A few seconds later, the two people sitting opposite each other returned to their proper identities.

Roland, the executive officer.

Enid, the presiding judge.

Then, he answered and the door was slowly pushed open.

It was Fernandez.

"Sir, regarding Benevento--"

The voice stopped abruptly.

"Roland?" Fernandez showed a hint of surprise, and his tone subconsciously rose a little: "I said you can take a vacation these two days..."

"I just happened to pass by the Tribunal." Roland grabbed the handle of the lacquered wooden stick with his unsatisfied hand, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed when he rubbed it, "I came to see you by the way."

Fernandez subconsciously grinned when he heard this, strode over, patted Roland's shoulder hard, and smiled brightly:

"Don't worry about me, Roland. The Tribunal has its own special interrogator... Besides, I'm almost ten years in the Tribunal - ten years of experience, you are worried about the wrong person!"

Roland rubbed his shoulder that was patted so hard in dissatisfaction.

This made Fernandez laugh even more heartily.

"You worry about this and that all day long, you are not qualified to be an 'executor'." He said, "But I just like this about you - to be honest, Roland, you did such a great job this time, I think you will become a formal executive soon."

Enid stared at Roland with a smile.

She seemed to have absorbed enough moisture in the previous communication, and the brown color in her eyebrows was soft and charming.

The temperature of human body parts can be different.

If the left hand is hanging down, but the right hand is holding the other hand for a long time.

If you love the other hand and its owner, then it will sweat.

The palm will become damp, those tiny hairs that may be difficult to capture with the naked eye will become highly sensitive, and the dark-colored fingers will curl up, stretch, and curl up again.

Even wearing gloves.

Enid swallowed slowly, concealed the emotions in her eyes, and coughed lightly.

This made the priest who wanted to say a few words to Roland shut up immediately.

It took him only half a second to change his expression, with a stern face and a straight back.

"Sir, regarding Mr. Benevento... how to deal with it later? With what happened to his family, it is impossible for him to have any contact with the cultists... especially the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood."

"Let's talk outside." Enid seemed a little hurried. She stepped past Roland and Fernandez in two or three steps and pushed the door to leave.

The fluttering skirt, only the young man with a particularly sensitive sense of smell could smell the special difference at this moment.

Fernandez looked at Roland, then at the empty table.

"You just came?"

Without waiting for Roland to answer, he immediately turned around and followed.

Outside the door separated by a wall.

The cold woman folded her hands, and the whiteness revealed by the one-line skirt was also covered tightly by the lavender shawl.

She looked at her subordinate, watched him close the door, and turned his face away.

"Do you have to come to me for everything, Fernandez?"

The sudden reprimand made the priest who was preparing to report startled.

Ah...?

Didn't you say that any results should be reported to you at any time?