The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 251 Ch.250 Rebecca Fiennes

Father?

Roland was extremely surprised.

When he saw that scene on the carriage, he thought it was Ram Fiennes's lover - actually his daughter?

"It's unexpected, Ms. Fiennes."

Roland had too many questions and didn't know where to start.

"My father owes a lot of money, you should know that, right?" Rebecca lowered her head and fiddled with the sling on her shoulder, and said lightly: "He is an old bastard, and I am the daughter of an old bastard. We are both out of tune, so what should I do? How to do it?"

"Will there be any good news when you come this time?"

Roland asked her how many times she had met the executive before.

She said she couldn't remember clearly.

I just remember that there was a man who looked very big, but on the bed he was like wax, melting when heated;

There was a serious and stereotyped "Mr. Dogma" who criticized her mother as soon as she entered the door, saying that there were too few crosses hanging, that the crosses were hanging in the wrong position, and that someone bowed incorrectly when greeting her. In the end, her mother gave it to a few of the first ones. Ling Cai told him to shut up.

Oh, this 'Mr. Dogma' likes to shout 'Blessed be the benefactor' at the summit.

There was also a guy with muscles all over his body, the bulge was scary, but it looked like - At this point, Rebecca waved the thin cigarette between her fingers to Roland.

Really thin cigarettes.

"I seemed to be in a daze, and I didn't feel anything, so I just made a fortune. God bless you, I hope there are more people like him. I will be no different from the ladies of wealthy families - they don't sit there every day In a daze?"

"I just lay there."

These words were like pieces of a puzzle, filling up Roland's impression of the former Inquisition.

"The benefactor will protect you, but I promise not to protect them." Roland had a bad impression of these executives.

He is not against going to Flower Street to have fun, but he hates the fact that some people have to show their identity while having fun——

It's as if this status can give his candle an iron core.

What's wrong?

"I don't know if the benefactor has protected me, sir, but I know very well that the benefactor has protected them." Rebecca said mockingly, "They are all living well."

These so-called 'executives' are now either serving in other dioceses of the church, or working under certain families and receiving high salaries.

Apart from Ram Fiennes, Bristol are left without an executive.

"I heard that Mr. Ram Fiennes commissioned you to sell...certain rituals in this street."

Mentioning this ceremony, Rebecca no longer concealed the sarcasm on her face, and even her tone became louder: "I'm afraid your trip here was in vain, sir. Let me tell you, that method is fake and useless. Yes, fake products that cost people money in vain.”

She said that if she used that magic, it would be better to buy sheep intestines from her mother and wash them repeatedly, which would not cost much money.

Make ewe tooth powder layout spell?

Do not make jokes.

"At first, many of my sisters were curious about your tricks and bought teeth and used candles. Guess what happened?"

She stubbed out the cigarette and immediately lit another one.

"Nothing happened."

she says.

"Many people who insist on using this spell can no longer work after two months - they are pregnant."

Invisible arts are a broad category.

Complex and varying degrees of danger.

If this spell is a fake, or a real ritual with a low success rate, and Ram Fiennes got it from David Cromwell...

——Everyone who practices decent rituals knows that it is best not to let mortals touch the invisible arts, and people of the Holy Cross should be especially cautious.

After all, this is what the Tribunal and the Supervisory Bureau are in charge of.

David Cromwell could not have known what Ram Fiennes's daughter was doing and what he and his daughter were up to.

His behavior showed two things:

First, David Cromwell's position was not what he appeared to be (whether the rituals he offered were true or false).

Second, Ram Fiennes has become so rotten that he has no intention of distinguishing the authenticity of the ritual.

Just leave it to your daughter like this?

That is an invisible technique.

The executive officer would not be unaware of the dangers of invisible techniques of unknown origin.

Even the clergyman with whom he was well connected, even the friendliness shown by David Cromwell——

Ram Fiennes…

"'If you keep giving birth, you are not religious enough, and it is not the ritual's fault,' that's what my father said." Rebecca imitated his tone, which sounded full of resentment. "He is such a 'pious' man."

But there's a problem.

If not many people buy this invisible technique, then what he saw through the car hood window tonight...?

The answer to Roland's question is simple.

"I told him there were a lot of people buying it."

The uninterested woman was holding a cigarette in her mouth, her head hanging down like a swan with a broken neck, her long hair hanging on one side, looking at Roland... or some other non-existent fantasy.

Or just in a daze.

"I told him that this ritual would be very useful for us in our work. We no longer have to give birth incessantly, or get into arguments and get beaten over letting guests wear the intestines. I told him that he had helped us a lot. A lot of people spent money.”

Rebecca seemed to be telling someone else's story, with no other color in her gray tone.

"I gave him money and asked him to..."

"Business."

When she said this word, it was as if she was talking about some humorous joke, and there was a depression in her eyes that she knew the ending but pretended not to know for the effect.

"He said that he would soon be able to make more and more money with the money I gave him."

"Then, he wouldn't have to dig holes everywhere and be looked down upon. I wouldn't have to keep giving birth to children in this place - sir." Rebecca hesitated when she said this: "He..."

She hesitated for a moment, but still asked Roland:

"He didn't owe any money, but saved a lot, right?"

A prostitute, in this place, in this place that should be joyful, talked about serious matters, which made her feel a little ashamed.

She seemed to be able to smell the stench under the smell of the inferior perfume.

Roland's silence did not last long.

He knew that the longer the calm, the greater the power accumulated under the sea.

It could even drown people.

"He did make some money, ma'am. But I have to remind you," Roland pretended to be relaxed, shrugged, and a trace of distress appeared on his face: "Remind you not to do this again, even if it is fictional - I would rather you find another reason. If a mortal is contaminated by the invisible art - if you meet an unreasonable executioner, do you know what the end is?"

Rebecca flicked her hair.

"I know," she also shrugged like Roland: "Burning. My father did this, I know it very well-"

After she finished speaking, she emphasized it again.

"I know it very well." She said: "I know very well, your, his, the so-called Tribunal, what is this 'thing'."

Her view of the Tribunal is the same as her father's.