The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 245 Ch.244 God-given Mission

Ram Fiennes will not be punished.

But he can no longer be an executive.

"How could you do this?!"

The title 'Executive Officer' is very important to him - especially for a man with gambling debts, this title can save him from having his limbs chopped off or being sold to a medical institute.

One Ring Ritualist.

Roland has never seen anything like this...

How should he describe it?

"What's the difference between a first ring and a mortal, Roland."

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How on earth did he become an executive?

"Then you have to ask what happened to him and what happened during the years he became an executive officer."

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You want me to sympathize with him?

"I want you to understand how many stupid things Big Bat has done."

Roland was silent for a moment.

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Can you take care of it?

"...Don't fucking talk to me today, you bastard, you blind man."

There was a fight on one side, and on the other side, Fernandez asked some questions about the case.

Ram Fiennes didn't know much - five people had witnessed the angel, all at night.

People spread the word that the angel's appearance meant the beginning of Bristol's prosperity: many days passed, and this rumor became common, but the angel never appeared again.

"Sir, can I... can I..."

The out-of-shape former executive, whose mind had been destroyed by alcohol and tobacco, was still trying to struggle, hoping to hear good news from Fernandez.

"I promise--"

"You don't have to promise me, Mr. Fiennes. Ask yourself, ask your own heart and soul -" Fernandez tapped his chest with his finger: "Where are your qualifications? Have you continued to improve?" Is it possible to climb up? How did you open the door of apprenticeship and burn the secret triangle into your palms? When did you rise to the level and gradually become farther and farther away from mortals——"

"And now, how are you different from before?"

"What changed you?"

"Is it the 'inaction' you said, or is it the tobacco, alcohol and gambling that destroyed your mind?"

Ram Fiennes gradually fell silent.

His shoulders were slumped, like an old dog that had been soaked in water and a dying flower after being dried in the sun.

Fernandez felt a little sad when he looked at him.

He patted his shoulder, sighed, took out a few gold coins from his pocket, and put them into his pocket.

"No more gambling, Mr. Fiennes. There's always a place for the one-ring ritualists."

After speaking, Fernandez turned around, but was pulled by his sleeve again.

Ram Fiennes bowed his waist with a flattering look on his face: "For the sake of us being brothers and sisters, please give me some more - give me fifteen...give me ten, or five more pounds." OK!"

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Why didn't he rob or steal?

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I think Rose's business is quite good. No matter how bad a first-ring ritualist is, she can still do this, right?

"Can ordinary people compare with your snitch?"

"Besides, if he really had the guts to become a criminal and commit robbery and murder, you wouldn't have grabbed him from that bed tonight... A person who loses his guts will never get up."

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You didn't mean not to talk to me today.

"..."

"I really want to bite your head off."

Fernandez had nothing to say to the slumped man in front of him.

Since becoming a royal party, the Inquisition has been shrinking, eliminating unnecessary branches. Apparently Ram Fiennes is among them.

There was no need for him to waste time on him.

"gentlemen."

Xander suddenly spoke.

"How much do you owe? Two hundred pounds?"

Ram Fiennes glanced at Fernandez and answered carefully: "...Yes, yes, Miss, only two hundred, not a penny more!"

The gray-haired girl under the night light smiled innocently: "Two hundred pounds is nothing to me, Mr. Fiennes. Do you know Bristol well enough? We can't completely count on the church, can we?"

The meaning of these words is obvious.

Ram Fiennes didn't expect his fate to take a turn in just a few minutes.

He almost shouted excitedly on the lonely port. If he had a big sour beer in his hand, he could drink it in one gulp!

"I'm very familiar with it! Miss, I promise! I'm very familiar with it!" He would not wait for this inexperienced girl to regret it, and immediately pretended to be as pitiful as the bird with missing wings, hunched his neck, and slipped away to the tavern. Go in the opposite direction: "...Tomorrow! At noon tomorrow! Ladies and gentlemen! We'll meet here!"

He hunched over, turned around and disappeared.

Fernandez frowned: "Kratof, the Inquisition will not give another penny to such a person."

Xander stamped his feet a few times and breathed hot air into his palms. His smile was dim under the dim light: "...That's right, Captain Dwinson, I wouldn't do that either."

"But you-"

He suddenly froze.

Roland had long been used to strange things, and he said to the tavern: "Want to have a drink?"

Fernandez was still thinking about the fate of a certain person. With a stiff face, he nodded and walked to the tavern: "I will ask someone from the Ring of Silence later..."

The fate of Ram Fiennes…

If only he knew someone could repay the hundreds of pounds for him.

A gambler.

What will you do?

Xander Kratof…

I hope you will not drag Roland, this pure, righteous, and promising executive into hell.

He turned around the alley, opened the door and entered the tavern.

Roland was stopped by Xander.

"Hey."

"Um?"

"Earrings." Xander smoothed his gray hair and pointed to his red ears: "It's so beautiful, Roland. It's a natural fit for you."

Roland pierced his left ear with a needle and put on her gift:

That eyeball-shaped object.

"I haven't had time to formally thank you, Miss Kratoff."

"I said, call me Xander."

The girl took out a silver necklace from her scarf: it was embedded with several lake-blue diamond-shaped jade stones - almost the same color as her eyes.

It was Roland's return gift to her.

"This necklace costs two thousand pounds, right?"

"Far from it."

"Yeah?"

"One thousand nine hundred and thirty pounds."

Xian Del glared at him, covered his mouth and smiled: "That's really not even close."

She tapped her toes and came to Roland's side. She raised her head and her eyes flashed: "I like this gift, Roland."

she says.

But he bent his arms and stretched them behind his neck to play with them.

"But a little..."

"What?"

"It's too long. I don't know how to adjust it, so I tied it in front of the mirror for ten minutes." Xander turned around with some distress, pushed aside the scarf, and carried it on his back to let him see his slender neck, "It's right here, Roland. ”

She tapped the clasp with her hand.

"Can you switch it up? Help me?"

"Of course." Roland picked up the silver chain with his fingers. When the cold fingertips touched, he could clearly feel the shivers coming from his skin.

"...Lift it up, Roland."

Xander lowered his head and bit his lip, his voice a little unnatural.

"Again, lift it up again."

Roland's lips stretched into a curveless line.

He didn't wait for the third 'lift up', he simply grabbed the chain head, circled it around his finger a few times, and then...

Pull it up sharply to the end!

"Well--"

The thin and tough metal tightened.

The person in front of him was pulled by this force, and even his body arched back.

"Ahem——"

She choked.

The blood has nowhere to go.

His lake-blue eyes stared blankly at the street lights extending toward the end of the street in the distance, and then they became darker and darker...

She began to kick on her deerskin boots, lying shamelessly on the man's body, leaning her head on her, her nose buzzing, and her mouth wide open, trying to suck in more air——

But the chain behind him is getting tighter and tighter.

She became afraid.

‘Will die here. ’

'It's going to be out of control. ’

'the next day. ’

'she…'

‘How will it appear in front of those lowly people who are just getting ready to work? ’

She stretched her hands back and scratched frantically.

Then.

What was about to be locked suddenly became loose again.

"Hehe——"

She almost vomited, holding her knees, staggering and bending over to retching.

Roland looked down at the marks on his palm, silently took out a cigar, and fiddled with the igniter against the wind: "...You have cultivated a very bad hobby for me, Xander."

"He... hehe... that, that is the... mission given to you by God the Father, Roland."

Xander Kratof's face was as red as a gorgeous blooming rose, and his lips were so bright that they were pursed and then swept across.

She waited for about ten seconds, then saw that Roland couldn't light it, so she coughed and walked over.

Untie your scarf to block the wind and hold the fire starter from side to side.

Snap.

Flames jumped out of the metal pinholes.

An orange-yellow flame illuminated the faces of the two men.

A pair of amber eyes stared quietly at the girl with a strange smile.

He watched quietly until the other party held up the flame, like a saint holding a wreath for her father.

Send it.

A cigarette was lit.

"Men should be rude." Xander blinked.

Roland thanked her, took the igniter, and scanned the marks on her neck, as well as the two-thousand-pound lady who had suffered inhuman torture: "If I exert too much force and hear the breaking sound of this necklace, I will He immediately knelt on the ground and cried bitterly like a wretch whose whole family had died."

Xander covered his neck and chuckled: "You can't."

After a few calls, he moved closer to Roland again.

"...Next time." She breathed hotly and said with charming eyes: "Next time, I only want a gift of two pounds - something thicker, a sturdy chain that won't break."

Roland silently stretched out his hand to help her put on the scarf: "If you had told me earlier, I could have saved one thousand nine hundred and twenty-eight pounds."

The girl with a blushing face was satisfied, and her eyes were filled with water. She waited for Roland to tie the scarf for her, then she took two steps back, lifted her skirt, bent her knees, and joked with a smile: "Don't save money on women, Mr. Two Thousand Pounds."

"I'll pay attention, Miss Unbreakable."