The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 249 Ch.248 Mistress

Roland observed for half an afternoon, wandered around the casino for half an afternoon, and had already sentenced Ram Fiennes to death in his heart.

Hobbies are not a bad thing. People nowadays have many hobbies.

For example, men have: hunting, horse racing, football, boxing (beating wives, children and black male servants at home is not counted), gambling, art salons, tobacco, alcohol, musicals, etc., etc. - adjust your hobbies appropriately according to class and wealth, and reasonably allocate leisure time. This is what almost everyone does.

But gambling is more than a hobby for Fiennes.

He does not have enough money and status to support him to wade in this golden quagmire, and what he does is not to show off money, entertainment or make friends. He is really thirsty for this exciting and rich "game" like people thirst for food and water.

But Roland was not angry or disappointed by Ram Fiennes's behavior. He was more emotional about the dark and rugged sanctuary in London:

The Inquisition.

And the judges of the Inquisition.

Over the years, the two sides seemed to be competing to rot quickly.

London is just a corner.

Most of them are like Bristol.

Completely rotten.

"It's not interesting to just watch it." Ram Fiennes came out of a gambling table, and the few shillings he just won disappeared from his palm. "You have to experience more, and sooner or later you will fall in love with this elegant, bloodless fighting game."

"I really can't get interested, Mr. Fiennes. Oh, are you done?"

Fiennes grinned and smiled at Roland with a mouthful of black teeth, rubbing his hands together, and said flatteringly: "Well, you see, I just lost it all..."

"You want to borrow money from me?"

Fiennes smiled awkwardly: "Two shillings will be enough..."

This is no longer a question of decency.

Shandel frowned and interrupted: "Are you really going to take us around the casino for an entire afternoon?"

Fiennes glanced at the gambling table beside him and said anxiously: "I asked, and number 17 has not appeared today. Believe me, it is definitely, definitely time for number 17..."

Shandel saw Roland take out a shilling and give it to Fiennes.

Interestingly, number 17 did appear later.

But Ram Fiennes bet on number 13.

"...I think number 13 will come first. "

The sullen old gambler lost everything, and in the end, he still owed Roland twenty-five shillings - this was just one afternoon.

So, it was clear how the hundreds of pounds of debt came about.

When they left, the old man was still reluctant to let them go, saying that as long as he lent him a few more cents and won a few more times, he could win back all the losses - but they had another place to go. The hesitant old gambler took a few shillings from Roland and bought three cups of the cheapest coffee (a total of four pence) at the coffee shop at the door.

He called a carriage.

It was still Chandel who paid.

-This man is extremely stingy to himself and to everyone, but he is generous only at the gambling table.

Not only is he shameless, he is even worse than the street thugs.

At least those people really dared to pull out daggers from their clothes and stab.

And from what I observed today, this guy doesn't have much courage.

"No, no, I'm not, Mr. Collins. I have also been on many missions with the captain and dealt with cultists. "Fiennes talked freely in the carriage, pulling up his sleeves to show Roland and Cinder the scar on the inside of his forearm: "I am still injured."

"...The court is no longer viable. You may not know this. There are many big shots in London, but they don't say it openly. "

Fiennes didn't know that Roland and Shandel were official executives. He thought they were just apprentices who had just started their careers. He gave them some advice: "In my opinion, you and your friend should submit a transfer letter and try to be transferred to the church..."

Shandel didn't want to pay attention to him and only responded with a smile.

But he kept talking about the past of the local court of inquiry - that is, where they were going.

A place similar to London's Flower Street.

High-end Flower Street.

That's right.

It used to be the base of the executive officers of the court of inquiry. Later, as the number of executive officers in Bristol decreased, the place was gradually abandoned - after being taken back by the church, the land was sublet to the Great Whirlpool.

They built a huge, fragrant manor composed of women.

It's hard to say whether the church did it on purpose.

When the carriage entered the street, Roland seemed to see the night scene of the West End of London. .

The lights were bright and the flow of people was endless.

This place might be the most prosperous in Bristol at night, comparable to the salon feast - except that the guests coming and going were all men, and even if they didn't know each other, they could still chat with a smile.

The girls were shaking feather fans and slender waists in the cold wind, with their hair tied up or not, wearing one-line skirts or more revealing ones.

If you love ladies, you can find them here. If you love sluts, you can find them here too.

Fiennes was familiar with the place, and he ordered the carriage to stop in front of a small building, asked Roland and Cinder to wait, and then he went down with a hunched back.

A short woman with thick powder was waiting for him on the street.

- She was holding a thin cigarette and her lips were painted blue.

Roland watched the two of them talk for a few words, and Fiennes took a handful of money, smiled and hugged the woman, but was pushed away by disgust, and turned to the carriage.

"You are really sociable."

"Of course, I help them." Fiennes said proudly, weighing the coins in his hand - the face value is not small: "She helped me sell the 'ritual' as a fee for the use of knowledge..."

ceremony.

"What ceremony?"

Fiennes put it bluntly: "A ritual to avoid pregnancy."

Roland blinked and turned to Xander.

The latter shook his head.

Ms. Library has never heard of this ritual - on the contrary, it is easy to hit the target.

Fiennes looked shrewd and rubbed his fingers: "I spent a lot of money to buy it..."

This greedy and shameless look would make even Xander roll his eyes.

The girl expressionlessly took out the money from her handbag and handed it to Roland, who then passed it on to the greedy man.

Fiennes bared his crooked black teeth, smiled, and then talked about the things that would be used in the ceremony.

Not a big ceremony, not a small ceremony.

Some are like 'invisible arts' that mortals can use.

——Grind the ewe's teeth into powder, apply it on "that place", light a candle longer than your index finger, pray, and then burn a hair.

This ritual has a certain probability of preventing the birth of life.

but.

Herein lies the danger of invisibility: the person performing the ritual does not know...who they are praying to.

"It's quite an extraordinary ceremony. You see, I don't invest all my money in 'business'. I also have a collection of many useful rituals." Fiennes spoke of the ceremony with full confidence: "The priest sold it to me, absolutely. It’s much cheaper than our trial court.”

Rituals, materials, rare objects, knowledge, anything involving mystery are not free, let alone cheap.

There is a unique system within the Tribunal.

The same goes for the church.

But Fiennes…

Can I buy the ritual from David?

"David Cromwell, you guys should have met him. He doesn't have any objections to the Inquisition, and he doesn't want to see factions appear in the Holy Cross. He is friendly, gentle, and if you ask me, he just lacks some manliness - he At the lowest price... No, no, no, it should be said that it was almost half-sold and half-gifted. It was an absolute..."

Fiennes glanced at Roland and said, "Absolutely, he is more reasonable than the executives I have met. To be honest, if my heart had not been for the "Holy Flame", I would have applied for transfer to the church like those executives. went…"

Roland was noncommittal about his statement and suddenly asked him: "Do you know that it is illegal for mortals to use invisible arts?"

Fiennes didn't take it seriously, but asked Roland with a playful smile how much an 'invisible art' cost in London.

He seemed to be sure that Roland and Xander were the same as him, and that the Inquisition was the same as before.

‘Sell it to them, but you don’t necessarily let them use it. ’

He said.