The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 17 Ch.17 Arrival

Mercy, Judgment, Wisdom.

Roland tapped the tablecloth.

White sound waves shuttled through the carriage, outlining the woman's smiling face.

She looked a little lazy, with her hair loose and a few strands falling on both sides of her cheeks, softening her contours;

The corners of her eyes were slightly drooped, making her look no longer sharp;

Her flesh-colored lips were slightly upturned, and the gentle afternoon sunshine made her look just right.

Outside the window were woods, lakes and birds that were passing by and never coming back, but the drunken woman only cared about the cup filled with vermilion liquid in her hand.

"You may be wisdom. It's hard for me to imagine why a woman as smart and wise as you doesn't embark on the path that symbolizes wisdom."

Before he finished speaking, Roland tilted his head to the other side and said in a gentle voice:

"You may be compassionate. A believer who should judge evil as his own duty, but after the judgment is over, he is still willing to protect a young man who has suffered a disaster, and never gets bored along the way. If a person like you does not embark on the path of mercy, The road is really a pity.”

He did not mention the trial, but pointed out his speculation in the second sentence.

Enid was happy.

"Seeing that you are so good at compliments makes me feel relieved."

She didn't care about Roland's flattery.

"If you are really that kind of honest and honest person, it will not be easy to live a better life."

Enid pushed her hair behind her ears and admitted, "You guessed it."

trial.

One who brings purifying flames to the blasphemer.

And when she affirmed Roland's guess, the line next to her face suddenly became very long.

"The Burner, Executor."

"To see them is to see the flames."

"Among the three families of the Holy Cross, Judgment is the most inhumane. They aim at 'purification', use cruel methods, do not listen to pleas, and have no mercy."

"Men, women, old people, even babies."

"They are called the 'Filthy Dogs of Fire'."

"But in a sense."

"They are also the cleanest among the three series."

Roland finished reading the text silently.

The cleanest among the three series...

Ms. Enid is indeed a good person.

At least so far, it's been good to me.

"I can't guarantee that I will agree to you, madam." Roland said sincerely: "I know nothing about mysticism, including the other world you mentioned - if possible, I hope to know more about that world. Then, make your choice…”

that's enough.

Enid said.

Don't tell anyone, and then welcome your new life.

She pushed Pai towards Roland, took his hand and put it on the plate.

"Eat more, you're too thin."

"I just..."

"Eat some more." Enid looked at him with her chin up, her brown eyes reflecting the boy's raven-colored long hair and golden eyes - of course, she didn't know that her 'rude' behavior would be completely ignored. The person opposite saw it.

"An evil bat that feels extremely happy because of admiring beautiful things."

"She likes this handsome black-haired, gold-eyed male cat."

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Miss Nina, what on earth did you do to the things in my head before this?

Roland was a little uncomfortable, touched the fork next to his hand, lowered his head and hesitated, "I also want to ask you..."

Ask about that uncle.

For the person who is about to adopt him...

The unknown made him uneasy.

In fact, Enid didn’t know much:

"I've never heard of a big shot named Collins. Besides, I think if he could become famous, he wouldn't have to send a letter home - or maybe he doesn't get along very well with his brother."

"I heard from the villagers that he went to London twenty years ago and never came back."

"You have to be prepared to endure hardship, Roland."

"I'll try to get you a subsidy, but that doesn't mean you'll live well."

"Being born in that kind of place, you should know what real hardship is," Enid leaned back, "Or maybe he is not willing to raise you -"

"Then come to church."

"You are always welcome in the Inquisition."

"Curse Roland Collins' unwanted evil bat."

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really.

Ms. Enid's cold face had a look of 'it's best if he's dead'.

and…

subsidy?

He had never heard of any subsidies.

Mr. Abner said that the best subsidies for the poor are whips and reprimands: "If you could work harder, even if you work five more hours, how could you end up in this situation?" ’

The subsidy was Daniel's words before he died of illness, "May the Father of all things bless you."

"I will help you apply."

Enid looked sideways out the window, wondering what she was thinking.

"Post-disaster subsidies"

"Church: Compassionate eyes/verbal blessings (hope to inspire)"

"Bat with evil thoughts: underwear/shirt/bow tie/trousers/socks/shoes/boots/jacket/inner coat/outer coat/top hat/cane/living expenses/food/occult knowledge/protection/enlightenment, etc."

"Note: Missing daily gloves."

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I didn't ask you to check and fill in the gaps for me.

Thinking of what the other party had done recently, Roland couldn't help but sigh: "You are so kind to me, madam. I don't know how to repay you."

These things wrapped around him can be converted into money, which is enough for him to live for many days.

"Thank the Father of All Things, Roland." The woman's fingers slid across the black glossy wooden window hinges, as gracefully as tapping black and white piano keys.

She frowned, as if she had sat for too long, "The iron box is still more comfortable..."

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It took two days for the carriage to get from Falk County to the capital.

During this period, they rested several times (Enid was worried that Roland could not stand the long journey), and finally on the evening of the third day, the horses slowly stepped into the city.

It seemed that it had just rained here, and the occasional swaying gas lamps illuminated the road like an undulating golden lake.

Sparks flickered on and off by the roadside in groups of three or two, they were men wearing work hats.

They squatted beside the black holes or doors with color newspapers posted, and saluted Roland's carriage indifferently.

The night was a little cold.

Going inside, there were more carriages coming and going.

The pine and spruce here were planted like the teeth of a half-grown child in an orphanage, or as messy as a chess game that was halfway through.

Some shadows hid under the trees, and when the carriage passed by, they popped their heads out to take a look - some were so busy hugging each other that they had no time to care whether it was a carriage or something else behind the tree.

The shops along the street ranged from fish hooks to brooms, sauces to flour shops.

The button shop and the trousers shop were separate, although they should have been together;

The knife shop and the knife shop were also different, depending on the gorgeousness of the colorful posters or door boards posted on the door;

The narrow cigarette shop and tavern were not much different from those in the county - perhaps they knew that people who could come here to spend money didn't care what the storefront looked like.

The carriage drove a dark road without lights and turned several corners.

It stopped on a residential street.

It was very narrow.

"We're here, Roland."