The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 278 Ch.277 Bishop and granddaughter

Same narrow house, same layout.

Wooden piers and tables.

But compared to Roland, the table was covered with a thick white cloth sewn with golden crosses, blocking Xander's view.

It wasn't like she had to face three interrogators.

only one person.

An old man with the same gray hair and blue eyes.

He smiled softly, ripples leaving benevolent folds on his face.

Gary Kratofer.

An old man whose last name is proud of him.

The person in charge of the "Unkind Hall" under the London Church - that is, the person in charge of the "White Hall" where Roland went and was 'purified' and full of thick stone pillars.

bishop.

High Circle Ritualist.

A "saint" with outstanding merits.

"You should come and see me more often, Sandy." Gary Kratoffer sat on the chair. The simple white robe is spotless, with a shining cross hanging on the chest.

His voice was calm, and there was a soul-quieting power hidden in it.

"I'm too old and won't live much longer."

He did not arrange an interrogation, but just met his granddaughter alone and chatted with her about trivial matters in life - he seemed to be worried that she would be punished by the Executor after her bad experience in the Inquisition and the deterioration of her relationship with the church. Roll your eyes.

He worries about her life, her safety, who she comes into contact with, and where her future will go...

Old people worry about too many things, and children are usually impatient with them.

"It's too dangerous to be an executive officer, Sandy. I shouldn't have let you come to the Inquisition."

His increasingly dim blue eyes stared at his only relative in the world.

When the warm afternoon sunshine passed through the rose window above the church, she should have boiled a cup of black tea, opened the page she had not read last time, or walked in the silent library arranged in an orderly manner like piano keys.

Instead of being scarred in dust, blood and swords.

"This is my fault."

He said.

Xian Del showed a very standard smile, and the corners of his mouth were precisely in the right position - one less would be unkind, and one more would appear false.

She shook her head slightly.

"It's not your fault."

The girl's voice was dark and light, like the aimless dust in the sky above the dim candlelight in the room: "I just think that compared to being a merciful and immaculate nun, showing my holy trend to all the devout people including you in public, It’s better to go to the Tribunal and feel the heat of the golden flames.”

"That might suit me better."

Gary Kratofer looked at her quietly.

As they grow older, cubs will learn to rebel against their parents.

The powerful among them even tried to attack the former rulers of the tribe in an attempt to seize the leader's position.

——He looked at Xander like a child in the rebellious period, watching her put her hands on her knees, straighten her back, and resist the adults obediently and silently.

"Is the money left by your parents enough?"

Your parents.

These words caused a crack to appear on the perfect mask.

Xander smiled and nodded: "Of course, Grandpa. They left me a lot of money and real estate."

"Yeah, they love you..."

Gary Kratofer wiped the corners of his eyes and couldn't help but shed tears when he mentioned his daughter and son-in-law.

"They were swallowed up by the flames. It's hard for me to imagine how painful it was..."

"O Father of all things..."

"Please have mercy on these two suffering souls..."

"They struggled in the fire..."

Xander Kratof smiled and stared at his blood relative, watching him cry bitterly, and his voice was like the beautiful and light "Pastoral" suddenly falling into the stormy fourth movement.

He looked in great pain.

It's as painful as a passerby crying about a soldier who came back from the battlefield and lost two legs.

"They love you, Sandy. I love you just as much as they do..."

People on the stage perform, people off the stage enjoy.

Until the performer took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"The monastery is a perfect fit for you, Sandy..." Gary Kratofer said. His dim eyes were full of sadness, and this sadness seemed to be weighing heavily on Xander's shoulders at this moment.

"You were supposed to be the next saint."

The old man shook his head.

"You are learned, full of wisdom, pious and pure."

"You have excellent talents and will definitely achieve great things in the future..."

The sound was like a hot iron rolling through red flames trying to set up camp on a heart carved from solid ice, boiling out juice and making a sizzling sound.

Xander finally reunited with the familiar long needle in his memory.

The invisible, long needle that penetrated her brain and heart.

She had encountered this devastating hurricane countless times, swallowing the time like a razor blade.

every second.

But the Xander Kratof today is obviously different from the Xander Kratof of the past ten years.

A gentle and crazy soul appeared in her life.

A shadow cannot shine upon another shadow.

But solar energy.

"I think it's better for me to stay in the Tribunal." Xander smiled appropriately, and sharp blood flowed from the clenched fists on his knees, soaking his blouse.

Some people are great at smiling and clenching their fists.

Part of it is innate, and part of it depends on hard work.

"I stayed in the Tribunal and took two different paths with the church. Grandpa, we should separate like this."

Gary Kratofer's eyes were gentler: "The surname 'Kratover' does not need to be divided, Sandy, as long as the sun rises every day, the Holy Cross will never die on this land."

The long needles pierced Xander's internal organs, as if they were trying to sew all the organs in her stomach together.

She felt inexplicably sad about Gary Kratofer.

This old man has lost me for a long time and missed me for a long time.

For an old man who hopes that his granddaughter will always be safe - as a child, why not grant his little wish?

That lingering emotion washes over the spiritual dam like waves again and again.

Xander raised a bloody hand and brushed a few fingertips on his neck, which had faint bruises.

She could still vaguely recall the sound of hot breath coming from her ears.

"grandfather."

"Sandy?"

"I said, I have to stay in the trial court." Xander smiled as gently and compassionately as his relatives: "Who would refuse a presiding judge who likes to twist people's heads off?"

The atmosphere was stagnant.

"The eight-ring "holy flame", the never-defeated white knight..." The girl said this sentence like a chant: "I wonder if Lady Enid Judith has ever faced the immortal..."

Gary Kratofer was silent for a moment.

He twisted his wrist.

As a result, those chattering emotions and the long needles that stirred the heart seemed to disappear without a trace like footprints in the desert.

His expression seemed disappointed, but his eyes were full of strange light.

"You've grown up, Sandy."

He said.

"We are very close to the "Healer"..."

The "Saint" level promotion ceremony is not difficult. For a ritualist who is already extremely talented, there is no obstacle that can stop them before the low level - especially those who are talented to a certain extent. people.

Such as Xander Kratof.

"I thought the monastery would help you grow up faster."

"Talent of the Tribunal." Xander put his bloody palm on his blouse and rubbed it: "Do you have anything to ask about angels?"

The old man smiled and held the cross on his chest with one hand: "This disaster in front of us is just to save the souls of tens of thousands of lambs from the tangible world... Sandy, it seems that you have found what you want in the Tribunal. need."

Xander's eyes flashed: "The 'Saint' is always looking for you. "

Gary Kratofer looked pleased.

"I will prepare the ritual object for you...Marlene's gemstone bracelet, how about it?"

He said.

"One of the personal belongings of the previous saints. This scepter has witnessed the sacraments she has performed throughout her life. It is enough to be used as a ceremonial object for the promotion of the ring."

Xander put his hands in his coat pockets and stood up slowly.

"No need, I have no interest in things that have been soaked in the rain of countless devout people..." The girl turned away, but stopped at the door, suddenly turned around and smiled: "You too, Grandpa."

"Varied--"

The loose smock pockets pushed out the cylindrical shape.

boom--!

The gushing flames shattered the rough seamed diagonal pockets of the blouse, and the bullets whirled through the tablecloth embroidered with gold cross threads and landed on the back of the tablecloth.

Where sight cannot penetrate, bullets can.

"May the Father of All bless you and me, Bishop Kratof."

Xander bowed slightly, faced the Holy Cross believers who came after hearing the sound, greeted them, and left sideways.

"bishop!"

"Father!"

The believers looked at the blood dripping on the ground, the red-stained holy cloth and the bullet holes, and couldn't help but reprimanded loudly.

Gary Kratofer waved his hand and lifted the holy cloth a little.

Soon, the body of the seven-year-old boy was pulled out from under the table.

The gunshot was not accurate enough. Instead of reaching from the back of the head to the center of the eyebrow, it penetrated his neck, leaving a shallow bullet hole diagonally under Gary Kratofer's chair.

"Holy nectar poured on his soul..." Gary Kratofer sighed with his head down: "Go, this poor suffering child will no longer suffer..."

The believers lowered their heads slightly, ignored the mixture of red and white in the corpse's mouth, gathered up their strength, and left the room without looking back.

Gary Kratofer clasped his fingers and stared at the candlelight that had quieted down again, slightly lost in thought.