The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 279 Ch.278 Runaway

When Roland and Shandel got the news and arrived in the inner city, Rebecca Fiennes had already packed her luggage.

Only a small suitcase.

Because for a night worker, there was not much luggage.

She gave her beautiful and favorite long dresses to the girls she was close to, put on a lilac plain soft skirt, and opened the door for Roland and Shandel in cloth shoes.

‘I want to find Collins, Mr. Roland Collins of the Tribunal. ’

It took a whole day for this sentence to reach Roland’s ears.

“Good day, Mr. Collins.”

She knelt down and welcomed the two into the house.

Too many people died in Bristol, and so did the Flower Street.

Some black-robed people with bone pendants came in and out, sprinkling the blood of some animals in a corner, and hanging the black claws of ravens on the upturned decoration of the oil lampshade.

The more people died, the better the business of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

However, they had to ensure that these dead people would not become floating things and cause a second chaos in Bristol.

"Please sit down. Excuse me, there is nothing to entertain you now."

"Nice to see you again, Ms. Fiennes." Roland and Shandel sat on the same sofa. "Holy Cross will soon have more priests stationed in Bristol. If you or your friends are injured, I will be happy to say a few words for you and let you jump the queue."

Rebecca smiled as charmingly as she did that day.

"No, Mr. Collins, those monsters didn't hurt us at all."

The reason why I used 'we' actually means that those monsters didn't step into this small building at all.

They seemed to be attracted by something, and even the whole flower street was clean...

"But it didn't stay 'clean' for too long. About... more than half a year, or an hour, those 'insect people' began to run around one by one, one building by one..."

Rebecca gently pressed her chest with her palm, as if she was still frightened by the thrill of that day.

Fortunately, the monster didn't get here.

They were like grass blown down by the wind, and they all lost their lives at one moment.

"The girls were all terrified."

Rebecca said.

They had never taken the "holy marrow". It took several times for the delicate girls to push the table from one end of the room to the other. Once the monster rushed in and found them, it would be a massacre.

"I remember that the "holy marrow" doesn't cost money?"

Rebecca showed a hint of sarcasm: "Yes, Mr. Collins, but it requires a "pious and pure soul" - I'm afraid we won't have it in this life."

Shandel suddenly interrupted: "No piety, or no purity?"

Rebecca smiled: "No soul."

Shandel was satisfied with her answer.

"Excuse me. I don't seem to see Mr. Ram Fiennes - he didn't stay with you after the disaster? "

Rebecca suppressed her smile, stood up silently, and walked to the side of the room.

She took down the 'strange' holy cross on the wall.

Roland was deeply impressed by it - it was not shiny and clean, but rusty, and there were many traces of burns on the surface of the cross.

"He asked me to give it to you..."

Rebecca put the heavy cross on the table, paused, and added:

"... before he ran away."

Run away?

As a father, an executive, he didn't stay with his daughter when the disaster came... where was he going?

"How do I know where he was going?"

Roland's question seemed to remind Rebecca of the scene of that day, and his tone became unfriendly: "He is really a devout believer. He was afraid that the monsters would hear the sobbing of the girls in the building, and fled with his suitcase - I am not his daughter, just a stranger who gave him money every week to support his business. "

Rebecca was furious.

"If there really is a father of all things, he must be cursed to die at the hands of those monsters! "

She said.

"...Bringing those rags that I don't care about at all, afraid that I would ask for something - a daughter, a daughter, what can she ask her father for? I think the only thing she can ask for is 'abandonment'?"

Roland looked around and asked what he took away.

"...A bunch of pink candles, gold water in a glass tube, and some things I don't recognize at all." Rebecca said casually.

Xindel suddenly asked: "Is there a dagger in the box?"

"Dagger?"

"Yes, a dagger or a short knife, it's the same, Ms. Fiennes, silver, think about it carefully."

Rebecca crossed her legs, took out a thin cigarette and lit it, hesitantly said: "...It seems there is one. You know, he is a Christian after all, a 'half-policeman', it's normal to put a dagger in the box, right?"

Xindel smiled: "Tell me, Ms. Fiennes, what role can a dagger in a suitcase play. ”

After that, he turned to Roland.

"Before the eighth ring, the "Holy Flame" cannot be freely called - as a summoned creature more powerful than the "Saint" path, the person who summons it needs an extremely demanding ceremony. "

Xindel said.

Before the eighth ring "White Knight", the "Holy Flame" is different from the "Saint", "Meditator", and "Craftsman".

They cannot summon creatures belonging to their own path as easily as the latter three.

The "Holy Flame" is indeed powerful.

But it does not distinguish between enemies and friends.

That is to say, before the eighth ring, the ritualists of the "Holy Flame" Road must be extra careful if they want to use the golden flame - if they don't want to be engulfed by the flames with their enemies.

And the ritual to summon it will use ritual objects such as righteous flesh candles, holy water, and silver daggers.

Roland suddenly remembered the golden flame that broke out in the dense forest.

He picked up the cross on the table.

Dry and rough surface.

"What does Mr. Fiennes want you to tell us?"

Rebecca shook her head: "... Nothing, Mr. Collins. He just wants me to return this cross to the Holy Cross and to the Inquisition..."

She said that since her mother's'death' three years ago, Ram Fiennes has become weird and not like a man - he never brought back money, but took a lot from her every week.

He was muddleheaded all day, without any skills, but he could talk eloquently.

"…said he would take me away from this place and live a good life." Rebecca Fiennes laughed in hatred: "What a good father."

"I haven't heard Mr. Fiennes talk about your mother." Roland held the cross and lowered his eyes slightly.

Unexpectedly, this word completely ignited a person.

Rebecca stood up and clenched her fists tightly.

"Of course! Of course! Because he killed my mother!!" She was a little hysterical, glaring at Roland and Shandel for a moment, and then turned around in the room: "He killed his wife, my mother!!"

"How can he have the face to mention his wife?!"

Rebecca will never forget Roland's black church uniform - and his mother lying in a pool of blood.

"Killed his wife, abandoned his daughter, and left with her savings of three years without looking back!"

"Great Holy Cross! Great Inquisition!"