The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 289 Ch288 Friendly Communication

Chapter 289 Ch.288 Friendly communication

There is one important thing to do before leaving Bristol.

"Divide the spoils."

——Enid called it dividing the spoils, but Roland didn't dare say that in front of others.

Due to David Cromwell's stupidity (in fact, Roland knew that even without him, everything that should happen might have happened), led to an irreparable disaster, leaving Bristol with an eternal legacy. Scars that cannot be erased...

Even the local government is already discussing the anniversary and will submit it to the next parliament.

As every house is draped in crepe, each denomination also has to consider what to do with the sacrificed ritualists who were stationed in Bristol.

for example:

The ‘property’ they left behind.

Rare objects, ritual materials, gold pounds, occult organs, secret transmissions, firearms, swords, etc...

There are not many gold pounds among them, and it is impossible for occult organs to appear in these low-level ritualists.

Secret transmissions are rare, and guns and swords are nothing eye-catching.

Only some ritual materials and rare objects remain.

This is what it says:

First, the Righteous Cult and the Ritualists of the Ring of Silence died together.

The degree of fragmentation of their corpses was so high (so much so that they had to use shovels), and the ritual performers who gathered the corpses couldn't tell which side those left behind belongings belonged to: the Righteous Sect or the Ring of Eternal Silence?

Secondly, the Inspectorate in Bristol was wiped out.

You must know that the police detectives in the Supervision Bureau come from various sects, so it is impossible to tell who belongs to the strange objects left behind.

The Justice Sect proposes to use ‘evidence’ to take back their own rare objects.

——For example, in the Inquisition, if a rare object is found, it must be recorded in the book.

On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, and at what price, which cultist of which level bought a certain rare item obtained from a certain mission - including the function of the rare item, the price to be paid for using it, etc. wait…

This is true for rare objects, and so is the ritual material.

This is a good idea.

Because records can be falsified, but if you can identify the effect of a strange object, you must have some understanding of it, right?

It's a good idea.

It can solve most of the problems, but it cannot completely solve the current distribution problem.

Because many ritualists’ rare items were not ‘bought’ from the sect—they might have killed someone and obtained them from the corpse, but did not report them to the sect; they might have obtained them from the Golden Island, or even from private transactions...

Who knows what they bought privately?

Almost all the ritualists in Bristol were wiped out, and those who survived could not 'identify' even one.

After several discussions between the various sects, they finally decided to auction the rare items with unknown effects to the public——

Ritualists from all denominations arriving in Bristol are able to take part.

In an open-air garden.

——It should have been decided in the local church. Given the status of Holy Cross, it would never let go of such an opportunity to demonstrate its ‘power’.

But the ritual practitioners there were busy searching underground caves and instructing people to fill the holes. There really were no more manpower or place to deal with these pagans.

then.

It was in the manor of a certain nobleman whose entire family died.

Enid took Xander and Roland to sit in the center, the Holy Cross camp.

On the left is the Church of Justice, and on the right is the Maelstrom and the Circle of Eternal Silence.

Some small sects, or those who are not on the path to the Crown God at all, can only sit on the outside.

These people probably can't afford much money.

"I still remember my first official encounter with strange objects."

Roland thought of his spider kiss and couldn't help sighing: "Two hundred pounds. Now look, this is not a discount. The Inquisition should at least erase one or two digits for Fernandez... Those who are truly versatile or rare and powerful Magical items that ordinary ritual practitioners can never afford..."

Enid glanced at him and said in a strange tone: "Spending fifty pounds on gifts, is Collins short of money?"

Roland:......

Xander crossed his legs and answered someone's question with an obedient expression: "Of course. Since Roland became friends with me, he will never be short of money."

Enid raised her eyebrows: "Smart girl. There are so many men giving you gifts, so don't take money out of Roland's pocket. It's not easy for him to save some money, and he has an uncle to support."

Xander pulled back his gray hair.

She didn't retort, but suddenly her eyes looked worried: "I don't care about those nasty people, sir. Besides, the really disgusting and irresistible ones are those in the big shot salon... Of course, they will definitely not dare to tell you. What, what, what, what fantasy..."

Enid shook her head:

"I am a "Holy Flame", who would be close to a "Holy Flame". People in the Tribunal are not popular. You, who almost became a saint, shouldn't know that very well. "

Speaking of this, Enid seemed to think of something suddenly, and her slender eyebrows moved toward the middle:

"The correctional facility is not a good place. You were very wise to leave after 'only staying for half a year.'"

"That place is really scary, my lord." Xander's face changed slightly and he sighed: "You may not know that those older women exude a pungent and unpleasant smell every day like sick mothers..."

Enid's fingers on her knees flicked uncontrollably, her expression unchanged: "I heard..."

She paused, turned her face, and stared at Xander.

"I heard that there are many girls 'of your age' in the correctional facility..." He paused again: "What on earth did these poor girls do..."

Xander interrupted: "What experience can a young person have? This is not as good as those who are older."

"Their unmanured wildness would have made all the men in London visit."

Seeing Enid in a daze, Xander turned his head and patted Roland.

"Keep your eyes open, Roland."

Enid couldn't help laughing when she saw her actions: "People have to mature slowly. Men are sloppy animals and need a decent lady to take care of their lives."

Xander agreed with this and nodded: "But it's always bad to be too old. It's enough to have a wife, who would be happy to find a mother?"

Enid pinched her fingers and was silent for a moment.

"Maybe it's not about marrying."

Xander was stunned for a moment: "Oh, I agree with you. They really need a decent, older lady who is familiar with the 'road' to guide them - although I think they are always self-taught."

Enid smoothed her hair and looked casually at the host who came to the stage. There was a coldness in her voice:

"Sometimes the mistress is louder than the wife. Xander, do you agree? Moreover, from what I have seen, those gentlemen who are truly polite, well-off, and of noble blood will never marry a vulgar, vulgar, or even soulless gentleman. A woman dripping with poison..."

"Right?"

This time it was Xander's turn to be silent.

at this time.

Roland Collins, who sat between the two men, remained silent.

He seemed to have discovered a brand new power.

A new and mysterious power system that is different from ritualists.

The sword and shadow between words and wisdom are invisible, fierce and leave no room for power.

"Roland."

Um?

"I know a way to stop this immediately."

real?

"listen to me."