The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 288 Ch.287 Inside and outside the door

Enid didn't know what was happening.

I heard that since Fernandez de Vinson woke up, he scolded his teammates and said that he didn’t want to see him until he returned to London——

I don't even want to talk to him.

‘Don’t let this golden-eyed little bastard appear in my sight. ’

In addition, people from the Justice Church came to our door.

In their sect, people belonging to Golden Libra reported that they had discovered a young man with the power to confuse people——

Look what time this is.

A land that has just suffered a disaster.

"To confuse people's minds".

This word is very similar to describing, or implying the ritual practitioners of a certain path, suggesting a sect that is not legitimate.

Cult, cradle of flesh and blood.

As a result, the Justice Church began to secretly investigate this man, and also approached the church and the Inquisition.

They said that the news might be inaccurate, and they needed to find, capture, and interrogate the man first - if he was really a cultist, there would be many things that "seeing is believing"...

Holy Cross certainly agrees.

And take it very seriously.

Until the collision: Ms. Madeleine Tyree, in front of Gary Kratofer, Enid Judea, and the senior officials of the Justice Church who arrived, began to describe——

A beautiful and delicate young man with golden eyes and black hair.

A girl with blue eyes and gray hair who looks very young.

Enid Judea and Gary Kratofer looked at each other inexplicably.

It feels like what Madeline is saying is getting more and more wrong and familiar...

Then Enid commissioned someone to call Roland and Xander over——

Interestingly, even after the lie was exposed, Madeleine Tyree still had other theories:

‘I’m just worried that a man with the power to demagogue people may be a cult who is here to cause trouble. My Lords, you know that nothing can go wrong in Bristol now...'

She was very considerate of the local citizens and religious sects.

In this regard, Roland's reply was also sincere.

He said:

"I'm just worried that a decent and elegant lady who is a ritual performer of the Just Church will be kicked out by the shop assistant when she is acting recklessly because she can't afford fifty pounds. This will bring discredit to the Just Church..."

He also cares about the Just Church.

You may not be considerate of the right place.

In short, the faces of those ritualists wearing cloaks with scales were not very good-looking.

But when Enid spoke to Gary Kratofer, they 'nicely' said it was all a misunderstanding.

'That's my direct executive. ’

'That's my granddaughter. ’

Things just passed by so lightly.

But Enid later asked Roland to stay and asked him where he and Xander had gone and why he had conflicted with Madeleine.

result:

"Did you spend fifty pounds on her? Just buy a broken box? Have a conflict with the ritualist of the Justice Sect?"

"Roland Collins will be tested."

"Excuse me--"

"Which of the above three questions is Enid Judith concerned about?"

"The countdown begins——"

Roland:......

-

Even a fool can hear it.

"No, I'm not good at being a fool."

When Roland was looking at the characters, he suddenly felt a finger push on his shoulder.

Being pushed onto the couch.

"Did you kiss?"

Enid turned her back and poured two glasses of wine and handed them to Roland.

"What?" Roland was stunned and said with a smile: "Of course not. I plan to buy some local gadgets to take back..."

Enid nodded, thoughtfully.

While shaking her wine glass, she reminded Roland not to get too close to Xander Kratof.

"She's talented enough to be a great teammate, but not a good friend."

she says.

Xander Kratof stayed in the monastery for a period of time, was a candidate for a saint, and was even about to be elected at one time - but she seemed not to be happy with it, and later she did something extraordinary and left the monastery.

This is a woman who is not a devout believer or a well-behaved person.

"You know the monastery..."

Enid said meaningfully: "Can run the correctional facility."

Church, Inquisition, Monastery.

Each has its own division of labor.

Roland had never heard Xander talk about the monastery.

"It was a group of short, stocky, maybe snub-nosed, big-footed, mean women with sparse hair," Enid said.

They were extremely mean, especially the ones running the correctional facility.

"Correctional facility?"

"Yes, a place that tries to turn prostitutes into writers." Enid sneered at what those people were doing.

The women who enter that place are worse off than those in prison.

One year, maybe two years.

They must learn how to reflect inside, develop a kind of self-loathing from the bottom of their hearts because of their past evil deeds, and pray for forgiveness from the Father of All Things every day——

Pray four times a day.

Get up at five o'clock.

As soon as it gets dark, they will be locked in the room again.

This act of purification will last for one to two years until they truly realize their mistakes and gain redemption.

to return to society again.

——Only on the surface.

In fact, many women in correctional facilities are not prostitutes at all.

They just want to find a place to give out free meals.

"Many people who don't work in this industry stay for a long time and become prostitutes after leaving the correctional facility." Enid shook the red liquid and mocked: "That Xander Kratoff once participated in the management these people--"

"What do you think of her?"

"How much do you think she learned from those women?"

"She should be good at manipulating men."

Enid took a sip and told Roland:

She didn't care who he chose as a friend, but Xander Kratof was obviously not suitable for a more intimate relationship.

She is not clean.

There's a good chance it's very unclean.

Neither her soul nor her body was pure.

"You know what I mean, Roland."

"Stay away from her."

After talking here, I drank a glass of red wine.

When Roland returned to the ward, he found that Xander Kratof was not with his grandfather.

She got soft white flour pancakes and some cooked crab roes, snails, and creamy soup from nowhere, including lobsters that were almost as long as her forearm, and various kinds of shellfish that Roland couldn't name. Categories and fried fish cut into small pieces - all stacked on the bed board with the sheets lifted.

"My grandfather was a bishop, Roland."

They had a great meal but did not drink any more.

During this period, Xander 'accidentally' mentioned some of her past, and frankly said that she had offended a senior nun in the convent and was forced to be transferred to a correctional facility for a period of time.

She told Roland that the most terrifying thing she had ever seen there was a woman of no older than no age.

A woman who is no longer young, but not too old to look at.

"The lust in their hearts is comparable to a holy flame, almost burning everything they see."

The girl chewed lobster meat and described them this way:

Every night they whine like dogs, and desire is like jingling gold pounds, keeping them awake and unable to wake up, like zombies thirsting for blood.

"I've rarely seen anyone restrained."

"A calm person who can deal with things indifferently, I think, must have satisfied the tentacles of desire in private, letting them control themselves, and going to those happy..."

Xander wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Be careful, Roland."

"Some people are not as simple as you seem."

"Maybe the face is clean..."

She swirled the thick soup in the wooden bowl.

Milky white thick soup.

"But somewhere you can't see, there are endless carriages coming and going."