The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 277 Ch.276 Unlucky guy

"Because he has wings, he flew away, Mr. James. If that angel was a fish, he should jump into the dark river and swim away... Don't you have any common sense at all?"

There are so many reasons why the Inquisition has bad relations with other sects.

"I don't think it has anything to do with the Inquisition."

"It has a lot to do with the presiding judge."

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Ms. Enid has a clever mouth.

"This sounds a bit strange, Roland."

Obviously, as a mere 'responsible person', the ceremonial person of the Justice Church cannot be more serious about a certain issue with a presiding judge - especially if the other party makes it clear that he is going to cause trouble.

James' face was expressionless, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "...You should not interfere with the interrogation."

Enid was even more surprised: "Interrogation? I heard it was just a routine inquiry. Mr. James, why do you think other sects are qualified to interrogate my executive officer? The official executive officer of the Inquisition, the Benefactor's Sword?"

The room was quieter.

The person in charge of the Maelstrom raised his head slightly, sizing up whether the cracks on the ceiling matched some kind of natural beauty; Leonard of Holy Cross silently lowered his head and held his pen, drawing circles on the record book.

A big circle within a small circle, a small circle within a small circle.

James' chest heaved up and down, and after a moment, he put his fist against his lips and coughed a few times.

He leaned back on the chair again.

"So next question, Mr. Collins."

Roland blinked: "You haven't answered the presiding judge's last question yet."

Leonard: Pfft——

The priest of Holy Cross dared to swear to the Father of all things that he really endured with all his strength.

"What are you laughing at, Leonard."

James' tone was unkind, and his small eyes narrowed strangely.

He didn't dare speak like that to Enid, but he could show anger to those around him.

Leonard shrugged.

He originally wanted to say, 'Before you ask questions, you have to answer other people's questions' - but he was afraid that the interrogation would become even more nondescript...

"Let me do it, James." Although he didn't like the Just Church very much, they were a group of harsh people who had a strong sense of morality but actually had no morals.

But seeing as James has to work with him for a while...

"Let me do it, there are many more-"

James didn't appreciate it and raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Mr. Collins." He opened his mouth, then thought of 'wings' and 'fly away', hesitated for a moment, and skipped the question: "...you escaped from the underground cave, and along the way you were with the citizens who turned into monsters. Fight."

"Yes, sir."

James flipped through the record book, then took Leonard's one, compared them with each other, looked down and asked: "...You said before that because Fernandez Dewinson was too seriously injured, you were forced to stay together. Stay in a room to avoid the monsters everywhere..."

"Yes, sir."

James typed the note and raised his head: "But we found you and Xander Kratof in the outer city, and found your captain Fernandez Dwinson. Tell me, why are you not in the house, but outside? Urban area?”

Roland straightened up slightly: "This is a judgment we made based on the current situation."

James tilted his head to show that he was listening.

"My captain, Fernandez de Vinson, was seriously injured. At the same time, the number of bullets in our hands was not enough to support the rescue until rescue arrived in Bristol. Xander Kratov and I decided to take the captain with us , heading to the city’s borders.”

"Once the "field" dissipates, we can leave Bristol as quickly as possible, stay away from those monsters, and call for help from the nearest Holy Cross. "

After hearing this, James nodded slightly.

Sounds reasonable.

The number of bullets was not enough to support the rescue, and the captain was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

It's better to make a desperate move and go to the edge of the "field".

On the contrary, if the "field" continues, even if there are buildings as cover, they will not survive for long.

"That makes sense, Mr. Collins."

James's mouth curved: "But can you explain to us why the angel's body is also in the outer city?"

He said.

"It's not far from where you were unconscious, Mr. Collins. It's not far from you. This is a coincidence, right? You see, it spared you in the cave. Now, it dies near you again... "

"What a coincidence."

He locked his gaze firmly on Roland and observed Roland's every move.

However, the woman who had been silent for a long time spoke again.

"James."

"Miss?"

"You and Leonard are both serving in London."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"We met in London."

"Yes, yes, ma'am, what do you want-"

"But why do we meet here again?" Enid rubbed the fox fur hanging on her chest and smiled: "What a coincidence, isn't it?"

James:…

"Ma'am, that doesn't make sense."

Enid nodded: "Yes, you also know, reason, evidence, not speculation, conjecture. The angel died near Roland Collins, died near my executive officer, maybe it just had wings."

"It was flying, its injuries suddenly worsened, it fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and died - there is nothing worth studying."

James shook his head: "But Roland Collins has no injuries at all. How do you explain it? Every survivor has suffered some degree of injury - but he is like a baby in swaddling clothes, with smooth skin and no scars... Who protected him?"

Reynard and the head of the Great Vortex remained silent, listening to the two people in the room talking to each other.

He knew why the head of the Church of Justice beside him was staring at Roland Collins.

First of all, the team led by Fernandez Devinson is indeed noteworthy: the place where they last appeared is too close to the place where the angel died.

Secondly, Fernandez Devinson is the "Owl of the Tribunal", a four-ring ritualist, with a title, an "old man" of the Tribunal, with a wide range of friends, and is valued by Enid Jutia.

There is no need to mention Shandel Kratov.

Her last name is enough to shut people up.

Then, Roland Collins is left.

A one-ring ritualist who lost his parents and only has an old uncle who runs a pharmacy in the East End of London.

A ritualist with no background and no one to speak for him.

James would naturally target him.

But after the conversation just now, Reynard wisely chose to keep silent.

The Tribunal is not the same as before.

The presiding judge is no longer the same.

The person in charge of the vortex on the side is also smart. He is not like the fools of the Church of Justice who think that the Tribunal is still as easy to bully as before.

"Mr. Roland Collins."

James asked.

"Tell me, why are you not injured at all - if as you said, you fought along the way..."

The black-haired young man sitting upright sighed faintly.

"Mr. James."

"Hmm?"

"I have been supporting my captain, and later, I carried him on my back."

"This is different from you not being injured -"

"I carried him, Mr. James, I carried him on my back."

No.

What is the difference between this and 'it flew away'?

James: ...

Reynard: ...

Are all the people in the Inquisition mentally ill?