The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 272 Ch.271 Cliff the Red Lion

Wrench gave Roland a unique nickname.

"Strong Man"

But Roland didn't like it.

Because that doesn't describe him...himself.

At noon, someone entered the ward.

A man wearing a gray cloak - he was even taller and stronger than Fernandez, his wrists were as thick as the mouth of a bowl, he wore low boots with rolled leather, and he had an unpleasant smell.

Burgundy beard.

Brown eyes.

His beard and hair were tangled together, like a roaring lion.

Behind him followed a slender, almost hairless black hound with an iron collar around its neck.

His footsteps were so heavy and loud that he almost woke Roland up as soon as he entered the room.

"Oh, morning, little survivor."

He was not surprised that Roland could wake up, said hello, and without waiting for a reply from the person on the bed, he scratched his butt and turned around and walked out the door.

A few minutes later, he came in carrying a paper bag, went to the bedside, and roughly turned it upside down.

Some bread and boiled potatoes fell on the sheets.

"Eat."

He plopped down on Roland's bed without his consent.

The flimsy bed board let out a loud wail.

Roland adjusted his posture slightly to prepare for a safer landing if the bed board broke and fell.

"…May I ask you are--"

"Cliff."

He stuffed the round black bread into Roland's hand, pinched it gently with his thick fingers, and tore it in half. Tear off the potato skins and spread them on the bread.

"Eat."

He said it again.

"I have already notified the people at the Tribunal. He should be here soon... he is too busy."

Roland thanked him in a low voice and took a bite of the brown bread with potatoes spread on it.

The rough and hard texture makes you feel like you are back in the workhouse.

Seeing that Roland had made a move, he seemed very happy and broke off a small portion of the dough and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"As soon as the black crows arrived, they asked for news about you and the girl."

Roland asked: "How is my captain, Fernandez? Fernandez Dwinson, and Xander Kratof."

Obviously Fernandez de Vinson is more famous.

Chris smiled with his white teeth: "The owl of the Tribunal is not that easy to die. We arrived in time, and many ritualists survived... Oh, and there is Kratof you mentioned. She is just like you, she has no serious injuries, Just a broken arm and a hole in the shoulder.”

Roland:......

This is a serious injury.

Speaking of injuries, Cliff couldn't help but look Roland up and down, and said with curiosity: "You are the luckiest. There are no wounds at all on your body. Those women checked you back and forth four or five times. It was not enough. I thought you were going to die." …”

Roland:......

"Can you tell him more about this examination?"

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Shut up.

"The blind 'strong man'."

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced you yet." Cliff smiled naively and stretched out his hand: "I come from the Maelstrom. The Maelstrom, the Road to the "Herd", the Five Rings, Cliff Hyman. "

The room fell silent.

Cliff Hyman…

Hyman's house.

Roland blinked, grabbed his big hand and shook it twice: "Collins. Roland Collins. Tribunal Executive, First Ring, Non-Crown God Road."

These words made Cliff show a certain degree of nervousness.

He looked at Roland and saw that his expression was as normal, so he tried to lower his voice as much as possible: "...people who are not on the road to being crowned gods can also accomplish something, Collins. You see, at least you survived, right?"

Is he comforting me?

A ‘Hyman’.

"Thank you, Mr. Heyman. I believe in the Father of All Things, and preaching His words to fools in the world is the truth that I pursue in this life. I don't care whether I walk on the path of the Crown God - not the path of the Crown God. It will kill a pious and kind heart, won’t it?”

Cliff Heyman was confused and scratched his chin.

"He didn't understand."

Roland:......

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How can it be.

"Thank you, Mr. Hyman."

This sentence deserves a reply.

Cliff laughed and patted Roland on the shoulder: "You are the most beautiful and delicate person I have ever seen. No wonder they checked you repeatedly - maybe they were afraid that you were injured. Few people in the Tribunal are willing to say 'Thank you', especially when it comes to your 'father' -"

The cultists of the Maelstrom won't like Holy Cross.

From a doctrinal point of view, the two are completely different.

They would rather like the Ring of Eternal Silence and accept the White-Crowned Lord of the Wasteland.

Because ‘death’ is also a part of nature.

"Can I go see the captain?"

Roland asked.

Cliff shook his head, "The surviving ritualists are not allowed to leave their 'ward' - in fact, we are not in the city."

This tightly connected, temporary building was built by the ritualists who came here. It is a ward and a prison.

"You have to tell us what happened in Bristol."

He looked slightly serious, but stopped what Roland was going to say next: "You don't have to talk to me, Collins, you don't have to talk to me. The heads of each sect will arrive in Bristol one after another, and by then, they, we, will ask for a Answer."

"Talk to them."

He picked up the remaining half of bread and potatoes that Roland had broken off, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Extremely rude.

"...Some people found quite a few new things here."

"What?"

Cliff glanced at him: "...an ancient species that has long disappeared in history, including monsters that can alienate humans. Don't worry, this is no longer a secret."

Knock knock.

A woman in a black dress stood in the corridor and knocked on the wide-open wooden door.

Cliff Heyman looked back and was stunned, and immediately jumped up from the bed as if he was stabbed by a needle in the butt!

He slapped his trousers and raised a handful of choking dust.

"M-Ms."

He stuttered, and his slightly dull and rough face became particularly cramped under his messy wine-red long hair.

"Good day...good day!"

He said so, but his big hands rubbed his pants, showing her more teeth.

The smile was a bit scary.

"...Mr. Heyman, good day."

The woman replied silently, as if she had long been accustomed to this person's attitude.

"What can I do for you? There are potatoes and eggs in the pot, bread... bread... I saw someone brought butter, if you want-"

"Mr. Heyman."

She interrupted: "I want to talk to my men, okay?"

Cliff Heyman scratched his head, a little hesitant: "... Before everyone is here, no one other than the guards is allowed to contact..."

"Just a chat."

The brown-haired woman curled her lips slightly, raised the paper bag in her hand and shook it.

There was a rustling sound.

"By the way, send something that can be called 'food' to a believer who has been hungry for a long time and suffered a lot."

Cliff looked at her, but when their eyes met, he quickly turned his eyes away.

"... Just, just for a while, ma'am."

"Of course."

He held his head high and chest out, and under the gaze of two strange eyes, he tidied up his collar that didn't need to be rescued at all and the chest hair that was peeking out from under the collar.

He strode out.

"He seems to think he's very handsome."

Roland: ...

The woman in a black dress outside the door walked slowly in and closed the door.

"It's nice to see you so energetic, Roland."

A hand reached out and was held by Roland.

"Good day, Enid."