The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 29 Ch.29 Bishop Kratov

Silver ring heart anchor.

Enid was quite satisfied.

Although she said that there were many people who did this in the Inquisition or the Supervisory Bureau.

Everyone fiddled with the inner circle, engraved words or patterns.

The smarter ones were like Roland, who worked hard on the touch and material.

Just know it yourself.

Between ritualists and ritualists, trying to deceive and confuse each other by "field" to win is as ridiculous as two knights riding war horses but hoping to drown each other with spit.

Heart anchors are mainly used in the dormant world.

So, he passed.

"Come with me to register with the church. By the way, your purification ceremony has been delayed for a long time."

Enid put on gloves and led Roland to the carriage.

There are churches and monasteries in the East and West, but the Inquisition is only built in the West.

They must first register in the East, perform the purification ceremony, and then go to the West.

Holy Cross Church.

Since coming to London, Roland has never been inside.

There was only a small church where he used to live. Obviously, the metropolis was different.

This tall and rugged white building often had priests preaching and distributing porridge around it. Some poor people who were sick or couldn't afford to eat would often wander around the church. If they were lucky, they would be "selected" and relieved of their suffering in a few days.

Of course, there was a difference between the two.

At least Roland had never seen a real person relieve his pain. Compared with the porridge he actually ate, this was more like a legend.

Legends like fairies and dragons.

The carriage stopped cautiously at the end of a street: it was still some distance from the church.

"I can't go any further, ma'am, sir."

Enid expressed her understanding, gave money, and half-helped Roland get off the car.

—— Actually, it was considered a hug.

"... Ma'am."

"You're welcome," Enid hummed happily from her throat and adjusted his collar: "I'm taller and stronger than the average person."

"And I like you more than the average person."

-

It's terrible. -

I'm actually a little used to you now.

Roland pulled his lips uncomfortably.

The church is right in front of us.

The Latin cross made of unusual materials blends with the complex and gorgeous Baroque style. In the beautiful dream, it overlooks the city from a high place - or it also represents the concept of the person who built it:

The gods overlook his flock.

It feels very oppressive.

"I heard that it is at least two hundred feet high."

"To be exact, it is three hundred and sixty-five feet." Enid replied.

Walking in the crowd, her black clothes seemed like a sharp sword that split the water, splitting a path for the people around her to pass side by side.

That was a look of awe.

Roland quietly raised his head.

He saw the dome.

The stone top that arcs downward is like a giant whale surfacing from the water. At the top, the cross of the Holy Cross almost towers into the clouds.

It seems to be located high in the sky.

It's so spectacular...

"It's a pity you can't see it, Roland."

Seeing Roland sighing, Enid thought he was lost because of his blindness, and couldn't help but introduce it.

This building, which has almost become a landmark, has a great background.

"... He spent forty years to get promoted, and after leaving, he left us this miracle."

"He?" Roland turned his head and looked at Enid, "Who?"

"The builder of this church is no longer in the waking world." Enid nodded to the priest who passed by, and led Roland up the stairs, "The long forty years..."

"This miracle on earth is the ritual he used to get promoted."

"The immortal long steps."

Ritual...

Roland secretly smacked his lips.

Building such a magnificent church as a staircase under his feet.

Unimaginable feat.

Passing through the gate.

They came in.

The 'scenery' in Roland's eyes suddenly changed.

Unlike the vicissitudes of life outside, the interior decoration can hardly be described as simply "gorgeous":

The dome that is beyond human reach depicts exquisite murals, and the uniquely designed porch and bell tower, those arts that have been polished or painted over a long period of time seem to freeze the past time forever.

Stepping into here, the sound of prayers echoes in your ears at all times.

The sacred and luxurious lofty sanctuary.

"That is the Eden Hymn."

The "Eden" described in the Holy Cross Doctrine.

The resting place of the Father of All Things is His Kingdom of God, the origin of everything, and the place closest to Him.

The wicked go to hell, and the good go to heaven.

And only those who are great and most pious are qualified to cross the path and go to the sanctuary where the Father of All Things rests.

The place of origin: Eden.

Enid did not take Roland through the main gate, to the place where the believers prayed.

Instead, after reaching the door, she turned a corner and turned to a small road.

She saw Roland tilting his head and listening to the footsteps, and couldn't help laughing:

"You don't have to remember the way. If nothing unexpected happens, you won't have to come here for a long time."

They came to an empty hall, and then...

Down?

At least Roland felt that they were going down.

They went around a narrow circular road, and on the west side of the building: some white stone pillars were reflected by the pale flames in their eyes.

Suddenly it opened up.

Some monks walked slowly, some holding books, some holding the Holy Cross, and silently reciting something.

Some older people led children aged seven or eight... or younger, and talked while walking.

As soon as Roland stepped here, he felt something was wrong.

——It seemed as if some moisture was produced out of thin air, washing over my skin.

A little itchy.

It stings a little.

Enid walked straight in, and soon an old man with gray hair came up to her.

He was not as tall as Enid, very fat, with short hair, and a nose as round and bright as the butt of a pipe.

He was wearing a white shirt and a dark green robe, with a long silver chain hanging on his chest.

That Holy Cross was much larger than the others.

"What wind brought you here?"

"Bishop Kratofer." Enid pointed her fingers at her forehead, shoulders and heart, and bowed to perform the holy rites, meticulously: "I will bring this child to register."

"Call me uncle, or old Gary, Enid. I watched you grow up, don't learn the bad habits of the Inquisition."

Gary Kratofer's smile showed no sense of distance at all, and was as gentle as an ordinary old man without any status or power.

He looked at Roland carefully and then asked Enid.

"Preparatory executive officer?"

"yes."

"Come with me, kid."

Enid pushed Roland gently and whispered in his ear: "Come out as soon as it's over."

Before Roland could react, he was embraced by the old bishop's big hands.

"Come on, kid. You've made it to the top, you know that?"

Roland felt the other party's big hands rubbing his back, burning hot.

His arms were so strong that Roland almost wanted to 'snuggle' into his arms.

Gary Kratofer didn't take him very far: it was in this 'Whitehall', in a small room behind a huge wooden door.

There were many candles lit inside, each one as thick as his wrist.

So, there will be no shadow here.

There is a huge mahogany altar in the center of the room, with an open gold-covered scripture on it that is at least six or seven feet long and the same inch thick.

It's like a golden box that can turn pages.

The old bishop let go of Roland, stepped forward, pulled out the silver knife embedded in the table from the side of the book, and held Roland's arm with his other hand.

"It hurts a little, but not too much."

He said.

Then, he gently pressed the blade of the knife on Roland's fingertips, cut a small opening, and used a glass bottle similar to an ink pot to catch the dripping blood.

"Your skin is so good, kid..."

There was only the solemn atmosphere of the crackling candlelight, and the bishop suddenly said something strange.

Then, the hot hands touched Roland's wrist.

palm.

Forearm.

Just like choosing cloth and satin.

Rough and stinging.

he is…

Touch him?

"…grown ups?"

Roland instantly got goosebumps.

"You are a beautiful child..."

In the hot candlelight, the old bishop's kind smile became sinister in Roland's eyes.

He looked at Roland with affectionate eyes.

"You are the most beautiful child I have ever seen..." He breathed out hot breath, and his mouth smelled of wine.

"The lady taught me, my lord. I thought I was ready a long time ago."

Roland said as he forcefully pulled his arm out of his palm - he knew the expression on the other person's face without looking.

"He looked sorry."

The old bishop smacked his lips, and his eyes rolled around Roland's face and neck many times. It wasn't until Roland started repeating 'Enid' again that he picked up his pen with a disappointed look on his face and wrote down a few words with blood on his face. Line characters.

"Roland Collins...candidate for the executive officer of the 45th Tribunal..."

"Recommended by: Enid Judith."

The blood-colored fonts emitted green smoke, making a sizzling sound like pieces of meat being thrown into the fire.

Roland felt that he was connected to the book.

'The glow flows into the brain, and the skull becomes unbearable. ’

‘Abandon pity and evil thoughts, and follow the truth. ’

A loud voice roared in the brain——

Like guidance, maybe seduction.

‘The cure for disaster is only bondage. ’

‘Without the mortal body, the truth is invisible. ’

it says.

Until the winter-colored flames began to burn in Roland's eyes, spreading like magic fire falling on flesh and blood, spreading all over his sight.

Until the sound is burned out.

The only thing left beside him was the heavy breathing of the bishop and the crackling of candles.

It was like an illusion, gone without a trace.