The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 252 Ch.251 Holy Essence

"...These people who use the banner of 'punishing evil' have no sense of punishment, but only retain evil."

"What do you want me to think of that organization?"

"The excretory part of the All-Father?"

She spoke unabashedly, profanely, insulted, and used everything she could, as if she had a deep dissatisfaction with the Inquisition.

Roland couldn't help but feel a little strange.

She could hate her father, if he was the one who caused everything now;

She could hate those guests for causing harm to her.

but…

Inquisition?

"I'm just talking casually, you won't burn me to death, right?" Rebecca stopped, winked playfully, and then looked back at the clock on the wall: "It's still early, although this little effort is enough. It’s been quite comfortable for a few trips.”

Roland said: "I would like to ask you something else, but I'm afraid you don't know. Holy Cross, the local Holy Cross."

Rebecca's face flashed: "Oh, I know it all too well, sir."

"Just as it is difficult for the entire country to find a face as handsome as yours, it is also difficult for the entire country to find guests as 'strict' as them."

Rebecca told Roland that these devout white-robed customers always came to this street in the afternoon.

Eat and drink, talk with the prostitutes about life, politics, world events and the future, ambitions, beliefs, the great Father of all things...

Then do what they have to do.

Some people have unique quirks (not mentioned here), but they can always find a place on this street that satisfies their quirks.

The only thing that's the same is:

It's seven o'clock.

They will all disappear.

Even if it was six fifty-nine, if this person had to see the Father of All Things in just a few moments, he would leave and flee - in fact, it would not be so compact.

By six o'clock, or even five o'clock, the monks were ready to leave.

That’s why Rebecca said that she had never seen such a ‘strict’ ​​guest.

"I don't know. Holy Cross actually has a rule of 'praying on time at seven o'clock'?"

she asked curiously.

Roland shook his head.

Followers of the Holy Cross never pray at night.

He is the Father of all things, the Benefactor, the first ray of light - the lamp in the night, the sun, the god who requires believers to pray during the day.

night?

It doesn't matter to ordinary citizens, for example, before a meal, or in a casual conversation, it doesn't matter.

But believers of Holy Cross, those who truly work and live in the church, would never make such a stupid and blasphemous mistake.

As early as in Fork County, when Tyrese Collins was still alive, Rose had reminded him:

No one prays to the Father of All at night, in the night.

It later turned out that his father, who was riddled with holes in his fishing net, was indeed a cultist.

So…

What on earth are these believers headed by David Cromwell doing?

Even a prostitute knows something that, as the senior pastor, David Cromwell cannot possibly not know.

so.

Who are they praying to?

Or, returning to church at seven o'clock is not for the purpose of praying.

But something else...what?

"Tell me about them again," Roland said in a gentle voice. He adjusted his sitting posture and felt that tonight was the right time: "Or talk about the strange, strange, and rare things you know. If you are willing to talk, I will listen. ”

Rebecca looked at the hazy face in the moonlight and said with a silly smile: "If I were a person who could still see blood, I would pursue you shamelessly..."

Roland also smiled and showed corresponding respect: "You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen."

Rebecca said reluctantly: "So which number is it?"

She had just finished asking, and without waiting for Roland to answer, she put her index finger in front of her lips with a sly look on her face.

"Don't tell me, honey, just who's in front of me."

Roland thought for a while: "My snake."

Rebecca:…

She was silent for only a few breaths, and then she immediately started teasing: "The best thing you can say is 'snake,' sir."

Roland: "It's a snake."

Rebecca: "Your 'snake' is prettier than mine?"

Roland: "It's really beautiful."

Rebecca: "Let me see?"

Roland: "It's sleeping."

Rebecca: "I know, of course I know that a man's snake is usually asleep - can I kiss it awake?"

"You really hook up wherever you go."

We exchanged a few dirty words and talked about Bristol, its citizens and its festivals.

Rebecca told Roland that she didn't know what the Holy Cross was like in other places, but in Bristol, it was almost considered a 'universal belief' - the Cult of the Dead (Circle of Eternal Silence) and the Harbor Whistle (Maelstrom). Not as good as him.

Of course, the Maelstrom is better.

After all, some sailors and fishermen who make a living on the sea also believe in Eve.

at the same time.

"You heard that a few days ago, something appeared in the city..."

"Angel." Rebecca answered: "I heard that some people saw it with their own eyes, right? That's not why you came here, right?"

In addition, she also told Roland something absolutely important.

"The citizens will not tell outsiders, sir. If you pay a few more cents..." Rebecca showed a look similar to her father: "Then I will tell you an absolute secret - if you ask for it yourself, you can Take at least half a month.”

Roland took out two coins and put them on the table.

The secret is shrouded in mystery.

Two more.

Faintly visible.

Two more.

The secret is no longer a secret.

"Sacred Essence"——

she says.

This is a gift that the Holy Cross bestows on Bristol alone and cannot be enjoyed by the citizens of other towns.

"Exclusive?"

Roland frowned: "I have never heard of "Holy Essence" - what is that? "

Holy marrow?

The flames in his eyes jumped a few times.

"Could it be 'holy water'? It just has an accent."

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Shut up honey.

"It is said that it can enhance a person's physique, which is not uncommon, sir. Those who have taken the 'Holy Essence' have reported many stories about this - such as a broken arm, which only takes a few weeks; from high He fell down and got only scratches; he fell into the water and couldn’t swim, but he persisted for a few minutes until someone rescued him..."

"The Holy Essence is a good thing."

"The priest said it was a gift from the Father of All to Bristol through the Holy Cross."

This sounds…

More like the grand ceremony "Sword of Judgment"?

Rebecca bowed his head and bounced his nails, his tone: "If you want to check, just find a house outside the cross, and let him punch you to be clear -their strength can be great."

When the "cross" was mentioned, Roland suddenly discovered that there was also a cross hanging in her room.

Just a little special:

The mottled iron cross seemed to have been burned by flames.

"My father, who is a big businessman, gave it to me." When she saw Roland turning his head, she knew what he was looking at. "A lot of people have asked me, how much can I make every day without spending even a penny more to get a new cross? Just give us a break."

Roland looked solemn.

Holy marrow…

He has never heard of any place with "special gifts".

After Saint Delise, the gods fell asleep.

This gift never comes from God.

It can only be people.

In other words, people who want to be gods.

"Have you taken it?" Roland adjusted his sitting position slightly, "That gift can enhance the human body."

Rebecca sneered: "I don't have the money to buy that thing. I think it's just like a 'contraceptive trick'."

Roland stared at her unpretentious expression, thoughtfully.