The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 177 Ch.176 New Sacraments

The alien remains each have their own magical uses.

for example.

A certain alien species named "The Monster in the Bottle".

They usually appear around young children (a few adults have encountered the Bottle Monster), and say that they can fulfill the wish of the holder - and in exchange, the wish-maker must pay a price equal to the value of the wish.

There is no introduction to such alien species in the Inquisition's library.

"Because it is valuable, Roland. The previous Inquisition could not obtain this precious thing."

According to Xander, the church recorded three appearances of the demon in the bottle.

They all do deplorable things to their holders.

The first bearer was a twelve-year-old girl.

This ignorant girl made a wish to see her dead father.

After hearing this, everyone who is smart must have the answer.

Yes.

She did 'go meet' her father.

The second holder is also a child.

He wished he could have endless white bread every day.

This wish directly led the police detectives from the Supervision Bureau to find a corpse whose belly had been bloated by bread.

The third holder is an adult woman.

She made a wish, hoping that her father would hand over all the family property to her - first of all, she has two brothers and a younger brother.

This wish caused her to lose four of her relatives.

The father, two older brothers, and one younger brother all died in a carriage accident.

And it happened that his family didn't have even a single distant relative - this was enough wealth to enjoy for the rest of his life, and as expected, it fell on her.

Of course, she had to pay a small price.

——She was completely paralyzed.

"The monster in the bottle."

On the carriage ride back, Xander gave Roland a detailed description of what this alien was doing - it was different from the 'dancer' Simanlis had seen.

This alien species is born with malicious intent.

To humans.

"Wishes are interpreted by it, but every time it is full of malice." Xander said: "Three cases, three identical alien species, three bottles."

"The bottle that holds it."

Xander lifted up his gray hair and changed the topic, returning to blood again: "They discovered that any liquid that enters the bottle will not deteriorate or decay...it can keep the liquid in it fresh forever."

"The Inspectorate kept one bottle and gave two to the church."

she says.

"Grandpa kept one and gave one to the Parliament of Truth."

Xander told Roland that this alien species appeared not only three times, but some bottles may have fallen into the hands of nobles or pagans, been traded, or collected for use...

As for the church branch, it contains the blood of alien species.

"You want it, right?" Xander squinted at Roland: "I won't ask you what you're using it for...but heterogeneous blood, especially fresh blood, is very expensive. Roland, can you pay enough? "

Roland looked disappointed: "It would be better if I were still Mr. Rose who eloped with you."

Xander paused and chuckled.

"I don't know how much the blood of the alien species is worth, Xander. I hope you can tell me the 'normal' price. There is no need for a 'friendship price'." Roland leaned on the hood of the car and mentally calculated the wealth in his hands.

To be honest, he felt like he should be able to afford it.

"price?"

Xander thought for a moment and leaned over quietly.

Said something in his ear.

Roland tilted his head and blinked rapidly: "...Sorry, I suddenly lost my hearing just now."

Xander puffed up his face: "You heard me."

"I probably can't hear you today."

"Then I'll come see you tomorrow."

Roland:......

Why do you have to do this, Xander.

"Miss Kratofer, I don't know if the road has caused you pain. But in any case, this is not what a friend or teammate should do."

Roland pinched his ears, looked out the window, and ignored her.

The comfortable smile on the girl's face gradually disappeared.

There was a chill in his eyes.

"I believe in the Father of All."

Her tone suddenly became mechanical and stiff, and her facial features seemed to follow a certain pattern, showing an extremely unnatural sense of terror like a doll: "...Anyone who stands in front of my faith is an enemy."

Roland did not look back: "Your teammates too?"

"Even Enid Judea can't stop a devout person from believing." Xander gently unbuttoned the single button on his collar, took out the personal silver cross and held it in his hand. He leaned close to the young man and raised his head.

He looked at Roland devoutly, as if praying every day, as if he were looking at the benefactor who could only be glimpsed through the path.

"Roland Collins,"

She spoke softly but firmly.

"The benefactor brought you and guided me to find you..."

"This must be my destiny."

She took Roland's hand and forcefully put the warm cross into his palm.

"You have to help me. You have to hear the confession of the Atoner."

"This is something that believers in the Benefactor should not reject."

Roland said nothing, turned his face, and looked at her quietly.

The pale flame wave blew out the outline of the girl in front of him.

She was like a hysterical madman whose voice had been removed. Her eyes were full of hatred and pain - but her mouth could not stop pleading with herself quietly.

Her resentful and vicious eyes almost turned into actual blades that tore Roland into pieces.

But she dug a hole in the lake-blue water and shed tears, dripping on Roland's wrist.

Her spirit is like the water-logged potholes that litter the East Side.

A turbid mess.

Confused thoughts.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

She held Roland's wrist tightly, her knuckles turning white: "...Roland Collins."

Her smile became increasingly forced.

"My sacrament for the day."

…………

…

The carriage stopped in the East End.

Not far from the pharmacy.

The corner of a deserted alley.

A corner of corruption that no one cares about.

A loud slapping sound came out——

Snapped!

moment.

Roland Collins walked out with his cane under his arm, waving his right hand with a gloomy look on his face.

The gray-haired girl who followed closely covered her cheeks, smiled innocently, and followed the young man in small steps like the most loyal servant.

She heard him sigh and turned around again, his face full of suspicion.

"Am I cursed by you, Xander Kratof?" Roland's mind was filled with the scene just now - he felt that not only Xander Kratof was abnormal.

Now, I am no longer normal.

He actually...

I didn't feel uncomfortable with what I just did.

He should feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, I cursed you, Roland." Xander rubbed his swollen cheeks, as if he had finally let go of a heavy burden, and his mood became much lighter: "But no one can break this curse...except me."

Roland didn't know what to say.

Xander Kratof.

This woman... seems to have a contagious disease.

Or like a drowning person.

She caught him and insisted on dragging him into the water.

"Xander."

"Roland?"

"Have you ever, I mean, tried - I mean, what if, I'm not special...well...anyway, you know?"

Xander watched him explain dryly: he wanted to use clear words, but he was embarrassed and ashamed to speak - he was as unfamiliar as a lion trying to hunt for the first time, and he hadn't learned to follow his instincts yet.

In other words, she learned it, but she was not his prey.

That's a real pity.

"I tried, Roland."

The girl lowered her felt hat, took a small step forward with her skirt in hand, and landed lightly next to Roland.

"I tried...many times." She confessed into his ear: "Look..."

"Doesn't this further prove..."

"Are some people really special?"