The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 255 Ch.254 Rejection

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…According to investigation, a mysterious item called "Holy Marrow" appeared in Bristol (its specific form is unknown at present).

After taking it, it can greatly improve strength, physique and recovery.

Fernandez said it is similar to the great ritual "Sword of Judgment" of the Road of Judgment. I don't know the specific effect, but they are indeed very powerful-

It is currently impossible to judge whether it will have other effects on the user.

At the same time, I noticed that David Cromwell and his deacons and believers have great malice towards us.

There is no clue about the angel case at present.

It is a festival in Bristol.

It is cold at the seaside.

Note: Wallfish and oysters are delicious, you really should come and try them.

Note: This letter was entrusted to a night worker to sign and send, hidden in some unsightly petticoats (new, disposable).

Note: If you did not receive the first letter from Fernandez, it proves that David Cromwell and his local church definitely have some problems that we don't want to see.

Very, very difficult problems.

Please send someone to support as soon as possible.

——Yours faithfully, Roland Collins.

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A warm room like spring.

Enid held the thin letter in her hand and read it again and again—even if it was not signed, she knew it was written by Roland.

The handwriting was easy to identify.

He did not like gorgeous cursive, nor was he keen on using the tip of the pen to slide out an arc that symbolized elegance between each character.

Roland's handwriting was sharp and angular.

It was like a dark blue knife sent from Bristol.

But…

Wallfish?

Enid laughed dumbly.

It was only eaten by poor people.

That person was always like this.

Even though he was worth more than 100,000 pounds, he still maintained the same style: he was willing to throw gold pounds all over London like scattering petals, but he was very fussy about the price of a piece of bread.

It was very interesting.

Like a jumping and unrestrained note pressed by a child who did not know how to play an instrument.

"I didn't come here to see you smiling at a letter, sir."

There was another sofa opposite the sofa, and a man wrapped himself up like a black bird sat on it.

He spoke slowly and sparingly: "My time is precious."

Enid looked at the letter reluctantly, folded it carefully, and put it back into the envelope.

Then she looked at the man in front of her.

Crow.

Or Grant.

"Then go where you should go, Grant. I don't seem to have given you any other tasks...Where were you supposed to go?"

"Birmingham."

The presiding judge was absent-minded, and his mind flew to Bristol with the letter: "Oh, Birmingham, a good, good place, do you want to travel?"

The crow looked at her gloomily for a long time, and said word by word: "It was the task you gave me before."

Suddenly quiet.

Enid blinked, then smiled politely, "I was just kidding, Grant."

Crow lowered his eyes: "It's better."

After that, the room fell silent again.

But Enid was not in a hurry.

"...The freak whose mother had an affair with a bear told me before leaving." Looking at the presiding judge who was thinking about something, Crow's tone became more gloomy: "Angel" is not a trivial matter. If necessary, I will lead the team and go to Bristol first. "

Angels symbolize the Holy Cross.

Just like what Fernandez had suspected before: Who summoned the angel? Who summoned the angel for five consecutive days?

Who is it and what does it want to do?

The crow is the same as him.

Thinking that this case is a bit troublesome, once something goes wrong, it will be a big deal.

He hopes to talk to Enid, maybe postpone the mission in Birmingham, and take the lead in leading the team to Bristol to support Fernandez-there is no court of justice in that place, and no one recognizes the executive officer.

But he doesn't intend to say it directly.

Just say-

'If necessary'.

In the end, Enid refused: "No, Grant. Do what you should do."

If this sentence was said by another person who 'should have been the chief judge', the crow would definitely bow his head and obey his orders completely.

But the woman in front of him...

Because of her inaction, too many loyal, pious, brave and fearless brothers and sisters have died.

The crow frowned when he thought of this, and leaned forward in his windbreaker:

"Too many executive officers have died in vain in the past ten years. Although the two little freaks led by the big freak are not very popular, to be honest, they are indeed the hope of the Inquisition - barely "talented". "

"If you want them to die, at least die in London, so that I can contact the people of the Ring of Eternal Silence to provide them with three good coffins and a cemetery suitable for the freaks to rest in peace."

Enid laughed: "If you can be honest, Grant, you will be liked."

"As long as a knife is sharp, a fragile decorative sword has no chance to regret." The crow stared at Enid, trying to observe something from her expression - but he was not good at dealing with women, especially... cunning old women.

"Xindel Kratov can't get into trouble, you should know that."

"Roland Collins, a genius who can be pursued by almost all sects, a natural ritualist."

"Fernandez Devinson, a promising ritualist with a title and a mysterious organ."

The crow read the names of the three people in turn.

He was reminding Enid.

Remind this cold boss who never takes the executive's life seriously, remind her that everyone in this team is extremely important, and hope that the 'change' she mentioned before was not just a whim.

——After Fernandez led the team to leave, he should have returned to the trial court two days ago. If he was caught up in other matters, he should have received a letter back.

The letter does exist.

But the signer was someone I had never heard of.

This undoubtedly made the crow realize that something must have happened in Bristol.

"Letter? Oh, it's just something insignificant."

"So those three fools wrote other people's names on the envelope and traveled here just to tell us some 'insignificant things'?" The crow sneered: "You should tell me that there is a blank piece of paper in the envelope saying Maybe I’ll believe it.”

Enid held her chin and replied with a smile: "It's time you try to trust your presiding judge, Grant."

Crow's face was dark: "I didn't leave with Keshihai ten years ago, and I have proven that I am more willing to trust you than him - but what did you do?"

Enid shook her head: "You didn't leave with Keshihai ten years ago, not because you trusted me more - it was because you were a waste. Keshihai despises waste."

The man looked at her coldly.

The fingers in the black robe gradually tightened.

"He doesn't need you, a waste who is not a "judgment", it's that simple... huh? You don’t really have any other unrealistic fantasies, do you? "

"Don't be like this, Grant. Please admit that you are a waste and that you are making up a great image - don't tell me that in your heart, Keshihai is already greater than Delise."

The crow suddenly stood up:

"I see that this is now 'your' court, right?"

He didn't listen to the reply and walked towards the door like a gust of wind without looking back.

"Grant."

A pause in his steps.

Enid slowly turned her head, a golden flame igniting in her brown eyes.

"Tell me where you were supposed to go."

Crow noticed that the temperature of the entire room was rising.

Rising very quickly.

He swallowed, the discomfort in his body getting stronger and stronger.

This room, this building, the entire territory of the Inquisition.

Resonating with this terrible woman.

"…Birmingham." Crow whispered.

"Very good, then, just follow your 'original' itinerary and mind your own business, okay?"

Waves of heat enveloped his skin, like a soldier with his sword drawn and waiting for orders.

"...I hope you know what you are doing, Lord Judge."

boom.

The door was slammed.

Enid didn't care about Grant, a ritualist who hadn't even reached the High Circle.

She didn't care that he, or Fernandez, or anyone else, disrespected her.

She doesn't care.

Some of the 'creatures' - she could only call them 'creatures' - were as insignificant to her as the spiders snarling in the corner or the black ants trying to climb up her dress.

As long as she achieves her goal, no other creature matters except in her eyes.

At least in this world.

Enid gently picked up the envelope on the table and held it under the candlelight.

The letter gradually wrinkled and blackened, and when the flames burned it down, only a handful of ashes remained.

She picked up the tea cup, her eyes full of indifference.