The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 194 Ch.193 Golden Island

Regarding the recent change in the Inquisitor's dress style, other Executors simply attributed this to Enid Judith's eccentric habits - this is normal, as every Ritualist who sets out on the road and goes further and further understands. :

Distortions in the soul will be reflected in the character.

And Enid Judea is the Eighth Ring Ritualist, the highest point of the Inquisition.

It's okay for her to be 'weird' every once in a while.

Almost even Fernandez thinks so.

Except Roland.

Recently, a large mirror was placed in Enid's office at some point: just above the fireplace, with a pale silver pattern running through it.

"Good evening, Roland."

Enid asked Roland if three pounds a week was enough, but Roland asked when the money for the last 'mask' was deducted from his weekly salary.

"I didn't know Fernandez would keep you that long, Roland."

It just so happens.

The gentle light, the occasional beeping sparks in the fireplace, and the rising white mist.

She had already wrapped herself up in "secret", but she didn't find anyone "looking at" her with the same power.

He could only try to ignore it and keep his eyes polite.

Next…

Silver brooch, pressed suit, polished button boots, rarely used black lacquered glossy cane that Enid first gave him, silk top hat - the only scrawling today is because of the need to talk to him. Fernandez trains.

This unsmiling judge, who has rarely worn anything other than black and purple for many years, has recently begun to try wearing other bright colors:

For example, a bright yellow silk lace skirt, a light blue one-line skirt, a velvet hat, and gloves and socks of the same silk texture that make the hands and feet slightly visible.

Feeling great.

-

I would love for Enid to wear a house dress, or dress down. I now understand what Randolph meant by the 'sculptor's art'.

It was Enid herself.

Then Enid started talking about weather.

"Replace 'respect' with 'seduce' and it makes sense."

Including red, thin baize shoes that can make the feet look extra snowy, and even some deviant and unruly women use... lipstick.

Enid smoothly ignored the topic of the gold pound, and without haste, she released her hand and tightened her soft skirt back - which made the soft fabric more docile.

——The embarrassment of sitting back and enjoying the success is mixed with a trace of inexplicable peace of mind.

"You two don't need to put pressure on each other, really."

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I respect Enid, and Enid respects me.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

…Um.

"Because you are also virtuous."

otherwise.

"Otherwise, every day is like getting married."

"It's, 'The Wanderer,' right?"

Enid's mood improved a lot.

Compared to his 'boring' suit, he could see a 'new' Enid almost every time he came.

Talk about the weather in the evening.

The firelight reflected the blush on her face, and she looked at Roland with her focused and passionate eyes.

"I think Fernandez told you that most ritualists rely on sects or similar organizations. They draw nutrients from these organizations-including ring promotion rituals, strange objects, great arts, invisible arts, Knowledge of the path or the mystical world..."

Five to seven shillings a week, only a dozen pounds a year - but this can save Roland a lot of ironing troubles, and he doesn't have to let his old uncle who doesn't know how to take care of others ruin his good mood every day. .

Especially when Roland came in, she was leaning over to light an oil lamp with an old shell.

It's no longer just for the wanderers.

This made the presiding judge a little unhappy.

"Golden Island."

Roland has been dressing like a big businessman who is preparing to negotiate with the Queen and pay to buy half the country.

They often sat like this, eating and drinking, but not talking for half an hour.

"In the beginning, it was true that only 'wanderers' went to that place."

Roland knocked twice, and after getting permission, pushed the door open and entered.

Roland asked.

"I came to see you today because I wanted to talk about the road and the promotion of the ring."

I don't know since when, the two people no longer sit opposite each other - the sofa in the presiding judge's office is particularly soft and sticky.

Roland was stuck inside, letting the tall, mature woman rustle back and forth on the carpet:

He took off his hat and put away his cane. He lifted the kettle from the small stove and brewed hot tea. He straightened the prepared tableware and turned the double-layered dinner plate so that Roland could more easily access the newly baked pastries.

Enid broke the silence first.

She did not have her hair tied up, and her brown silk stockings hung down on both sides of her cheeks, covering her ears and part of her face. Her skirt was very high, so her translucent silk stockings and soft woolen white soft shoes could be seen.

This movement of turning his back towards the door made Roland immediately retract the greeting he was about to say, quickly closed the door with his backhand, and stood there quietly waiting for her to 'finish'.

"That's true."

She found some wrinkles on Roland's collar that had not been ironed out, and pinched them with her fingers and pushed them a few times. "At least hire a cleaning maid."

But gradually, due to the special location, ritual practitioners from many sects also joined in.

Because there are always troublemakers in sight who deliberately use white flames to outline some unseemly scenes.

"That's right, 'Wanderer'." She said, "Just like the candles that Fernandez gave you and Shandel - small secret meetings. Wanderers, those ritualists without sects and organizations, also have their own 'secret meetings' to exchange knowledge and necessary information."

Enid looked at Roland.

In addition, the usually plain room has a huge wardrobe, a new wardrobe, which doesn't look cheap. The exposed wooden boards are carved with patterns of flowers and vines, the paint is dark brown, and the handles are made of silver metal. I don't know if it's real silver.

…………

"How can you say such shameless and vulgar words?"

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You taught me well.

"Good evening, Enid."

Roland can't stare at a certain place and ignore other places like a normal 'non-blind' person.

Roland was quite happy.

"But not all ritualists are willing to join a sect and be bound." She sighed and 'casually' pulled her skirt to make it tighter.

Enid wore a cream-colored house skirt with a corset today, which made her look fuller and smoother.

Anyway, according to Wrench, it was just two "idiots" in love who "didn't confirm their relationship" but "understood each other" and flirted in a tacit way.

"...You should hire a maid, Roland."

She meant the low-level cleaning maid.

He couldn't stand the ghost thing that kept drawing "circles" and "arcs" for him in his sight, so he subconsciously rolled his eyes and glanced at it.

The reason why Roland knew that this had nothing to do with the "road" was because--

...

Roland liked this kind of quiet atmosphere where they could hear each other's breathing.

Enid put down the teapot and put her loose hair behind her ears, but didn't say anything.

Enid said.

"It's also called the City of Gems."