The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 246 Ch.245 Gift

The five people who had witnessed the 'angel' were very easy to find - you could also say: they were used to it.

This is not the first time someone from the church has come to inquire.

They patiently recounted what happened that day over and over again, and their characteristics were exactly the same.

Fernandez was certain: that was the Angel.

The summoned creature of the "Saint" path.

"Roland, what do you think? I think we need to be more—"

That's only half the story.

Because the damn thing in front of him was concentrating on stabbing the wall fish with a snail fork. After he dug it out, he proudly showed off to his 'teacher' how fast he learned.

Fernandez: ...

"'Lord' Roland, 'Lord' Kratof."

Without raising his head, Roland used his fork to grab the snail meat: "Please tell me."

"Should I, please, teach you, our actions in the future should be——"

Roland turned his head: "Xander, how do you use this shovel?"

Xander: "Marrow shovel. Generally speaking, we can't suck it improperly like cavemen. Use a shovel, yes, gently, put it in along the wall, turn it... yes, you can tilt it out—— Proficient in using this tool, you will always be envied, Roland.”

Roland: "I have never seen this thing before when I was at my friend's house."

Xander: "Either he doesn't like it, or he thinks it will hinder the friendship between you and him - but I still think you have to learn how to use it..."

Fernandez: ...

"I need to remind you two," the lonely Mr. Xiong knocked on the table, "this is public expense."

Roland blinked, thought for a moment, and pushed the wall fish (snail) in front of him towards him: "Then you should eat it quickly. I just learned how to use a snail fork and a bone marrow shovel. It's so interesting..."

Fernandez: "Thank you, I won't eat this. I just wanted to say, we-"

Roland: "What is this?"

Xander: "Spoon warmer. You see, the cooling of the tableware will affect the cooling rate of the food. Put warm water in it..."

Fernandez: ...

I hate being out on a mission alone.

Now there are three in a team.

Why do I still feel like I am performing a task alone?

Fernandez rubbed his face with his big hands: "Maybe I'm too tired recently."

Roland held up the bone marrow shovel and said in surprise: "You have us, Fernandez."

Xander also turned sideways: "Yes, you have us, Captain Dwinson."

Fernandez felt like he had nothing.

…………

…

The "Angel Case" is indeed difficult.

Because it hasn't appeared since it disappeared.

The church couldn't find any clues, and neither did the three Fernandez men.

Its purpose, who summoned it, and how many "saints" are the ritualists behind it?

It's hard to say.

"We have to go back to London to prepare first, and we have to report the issue about the 'Angel' to the presiding judge. If the time is accurate, we will return at the same time as the other team of executives who have just completed their mission."

Today, David Cromwell hosted three people in the senior pastor's office.

Fernandez talked about what happened in the past two days and then talked about Ram Fiennes.

In this regard, David Cromwell was extremely frank: "To be honest, Mr. Dewinson, we have some small disputes with the Inquisition... It may be different views, maybe different approaches - but we are all bathing together. The radiance of God the Father.”

"I am not one of those in the parliament, and I don't want to get involved in boring wars."

"I'll be honest: Bristol... doesn't even have an executive anymore."

Fernandez didn't dwell on the topic for long - it was obviously something he couldn't hide from David, who had lived in Bristol all year round, but he didn't want to talk more, which was really shameful.

David smiled and didn't answer, but when he talked about 'leaving', he advised them to stay a few more days.

This man who looked older than Fernandez also had the same concerns as him: about the relationship between the Inquisition and the Church and the Parliament of Truth - but he had to say that in front of Fernandez and Roland and Xander's face.

"I think you must know that the five links on the road to sainthood are not too strong to harm others. That day, when my kids said someone saw an angel, my first thought was..."

Darren looked bitter:

"Just asking for help from the Inquisition, Captain Dwinson."

The senior pastor of a church expressed his feelings under such a situation.

"I beg you to stay a little longer - if that angel appears again, I'm afraid the children and I won't be able to deal with it."

It's not that it can't deal with angels, it's that it can't deal with ritualists who can summon angels.

——Although theoretically, a first-level "saint" can also summon angels through a grand ceremony.

But is it possible?

In five consecutive days, he was summoned five times.

Not to mention the success rate, just calculating the materials consumed is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In the whole church, he is the only one with the fifth ring.

The rest of the deacons are only the second ring, or even the first ring.

What can you do as part of the path to becoming a "saint"?

"I do not fear death, but fear brings shame to my Lord. This mysterious ritualist, who is not a man of the Church, summons holy creatures in my diocese but never shows up - I do not think he has good intentions."

David is right.

After careful consideration, Fernandez agreed.

- They can wait in Bristol for the Crows' team to arrive.

Speaking of which, although the relationship between the Inquisition and the Church has always been bad, it does not mean that all of them are like this.

At least Fernandez has a good impression of the blond man in front of him - there is not so much roundabout nonsense, and his words are frank enough.

"That's great!" David was very happy. He moved his hands and feet a few times, and then warmly entertained them, and asked a young deacon to lead them to rest.

Fernandez said that he would write a letter to report, and David immediately said that he could give the letter to him - he would use private channels to get the letter on the train, and it would arrive in London in less than a day.

Fernandez thanked him.

Just as Roland stood up, a gust of wind suddenly rolled in from the open door.

It blew up the sleeves of the young deacon.

The flames blown in his eyes passed through the deep knife marks.

That was a new wound.

Roland tightened the handle of the staff and asked: "...You seem to be injured?"

The deacon's face flashed with surprise for a moment. He immediately covered his sleeves and lowered his head, "That's a gift."

"What gift?" Roland was puzzled.

The questioning tone made the deacon frown. Just as he turned around and scolded, he was interrupted by David with a smile: "Chatley, take good care of our guests."

Chatley looked at Roland hatefully and said nothing.

But Roland's left ear felt a dense pain like needles.

Strong malice.

From...

The deacon leading the way in front of him.

Chatley.

And.

Behind them, David Cromwell.

Roland glanced back and found that the blond man was still holding the door, looking at them with a smile: As the corridor went farther and farther, the smile gradually fell into the shadows.