The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 290 Ch.289 Ballad

Since Xander and Enid's friendly conversation was easily distracting, Roland didn't realize the passage of time at all - when the war was over and he regained consciousness, someone was already speaking on the stage.

That was a familiar old gentleman.

Gary Kratofer.

He was the only one suitable to preside over this 'disgraceful' auction - after all, what was being auctioned was the deceased's belongings, which could be taken without telling anyone.

"We all know how hard it has been for Bristol this time, everyone."

His voice was loud and his face was ruddy, but the gray on his head was much thinner.

Compared to the last time Roland saw him, he seemed to have gained some weight.

"As the temporary head of Holy Cross in Bristol, I can say it bluntly: some of us have been deceived and stepped into the trap. Too many people have been deceived by those cultists who wear holy clothes but are evil on the inside - The Holy Cross believes in the Father of all things, but is less omniscient than Him.”

This surprised Roland.

He didn't hide anything and named the culprit in public.

But when Roland thought about it again, he felt that it was really smart to do this.

Because they can deceive the citizens (it's not the first time anyway), but they can't deceive the ritualists present.

Frankness is the best way.

"...Some rare objects or materials, I hope you can speak out carefully: each of them is a precious treasure left by the ritualists who died and sacrificed in Bristol. Everyone, we should make the best use of them, not Take away the blood and sweat of these brothers and sisters and resell them for profit.”

"Only the most shameless businessmen would do this."

The crowd was silent.

"Please note that all denominations present in this auction will participate."

"If you do anything to cause trouble, you will become an enemy of all sects."

"I am Gary Kratofer, hosting this auction on behalf of Holy Cross."

"The God of Ten Crowns is above."

After he finished speaking, the ceremony participants were waiting off the stage early with wooden boxes in their hands.

The box is made of wood but is inlaid with gold on the inside.

Let me tell you a very boring thing:

In fact, the ownership of these rare objects that will be auctioned has already been determined.

Most of them belong to the Holy Cross, the Ring of Eternal Silence, the Church of Justice and the Maelstrom, and there are only one or two left, which can really be regarded as the 'auction', and are the 'bait' for the ritual practitioners other than the Ten Crown Gods to compete for.

Lest they come back empty-handed and talk extremely immorally.

As for which one gets which one, it really depends on luck.

The Holy Cross is not capable of resorting to disgusting methods in this regard, and even one or two rare objects are not capable of doing so.

Enid crossed her legs and stared at the wooden boxes under the stage.

"The Holy Cross has two quotas, one for the church and one for the Tribunal - after all, you are the ones who have experienced it." She said, "By the way, the compensation this time is quite large."

No matter how much the church hates the Inquisition, it cannot avoid it.

Because things in Bristol are too big.

"Give it to Fernandez."

Roland said.

"Xander and I wouldn't have survived without him."

Enid smiled slightly: "I will apply for you..."

"Write an application and give it to yourself, and then take it from your pocket."

"Humans are so troublesome."

-

She meant the church.

"Your Miss Soup is in the Inquisition, and her grandfather is the bishop of the church. Do you understand what bishop means? If even a bishop's granddaughter is treated harshly, the bishop probably has no status..."

"It would be a good move for Xander Kratof to come to the Inquisition, if that's what Big Bat really thinks about it."

-

You seem to understand these machinations very well.

"Obviously wisdom, Roland. I am wise enough."

-

It is obviously the wisdom that Miss Nina left for you, Wrench, she is wise enough.

Flame was silent.

But only for a little while.

"Leave it to me and it's mine... Ha, look."

The second strange object is being photographed on the stage.

Looks like an earpiece.

…

"Name": A request from a good friend (1/1)

"Type": Strange Object (Ghost)

"Description": A receiver inhabited by a wraith.

Placed behind the cochlea, you can hear the voice of your ‘good friend’.

If you meet its requirements, you will have a chance to obtain a piece of memory (knowledge) that the wraith possessed during its lifetime.

If you can’t satisfy…

Unfortunately.

…

Roland was speechless.

It has to be said that some rare objects provide help to the ritualists, but are more designed to carry malicious intent - such as the one on the stage.

If it weren't for him, the receiver would have been used by an unsuspecting ritualist...

The high-level ones are fine, but the low-level ones are definitely in big trouble.

Roland didn't think a wraith could make a friendly request - 'Please drink a glass of water? ’

No, at least 'a glass of sulfuric acid please'.

The uncertainty of reward is not enough to warrant taking the risk.

Roland was bored, but felt that there was a line of sight staring at him...

Look back.

"That bumping corner."

Roland could feel the anger in her eyes.

"You made her lose face."

"Twice in a row."

This woman obviously held a grudge. She was sitting next to the Holy Cross at this moment, and her eyes never moved away from Roland.

"In a rage, he transformed into a rammer and went to sea to destroy the enemy!"

Roland suppressed a smile and two small bumps appeared on both sides of his cheeks.

"Madeline Tyree."

Enid also noticed the stares on Roland.

She glanced in the direction of the Just Church who was calling out 'Twenty Pounds', then turned back and looked straight: "Madeline is Thomas Terry's only daughter and his favorite. You are very good at provoking people. , Roland.”

"Is she famous?"

"No." Enid tapped her knees, listening as 'twenty pounds' turned into 'forty pounds', and soon, it was 'seventy pounds' - there was no telling which sects were interested in the 'telephone' We have researched on such rare objects, and we have agreed on the quantity, but we have not agreed on who will take which one.

‘Skips’ over gold pounds are normal.

"Madeline is not well known."

"It's her father."

"Thomas Tyree is the 'Arbiter' of the Golden Scale. "

Enid said.

"By the way, there are only two "arbiters" in each generation of Golden Libra. "

Roland certainly didn't think that Enid was naming a certain circle or a certain path - members of the Just Church or the Golden Scales, whose paths were "Libras."

The arbitrator is a position, similar to the chief judge. He is the core person in charge of Golden Scale and holds the highest authority within the sect.

As for why there are two...

It's about their path.

"However, Thomas Tyree probably also knew what a disgusting animal she had turned his daughter into." Enid had a bad expression when talking about the Justice Sect: "If you are just a mortal, an ordinary person with no background, Citizens, they should be in jail now.”

"But you are an Executor, a genius of the Inquisition, a member of Team Fernandez."

"As long as you don't twist her head off, that old thing won't do anything - the higher you are, the better you will be at assessing situations."

Roland found that the fiery gaze from the side was still lingering on him.

"I think the higher the level, the clearer you will be about where you should go after death." Roland meant that mortals are ignorant, but ritual practitioners are not. Once you understand that death is not the end...will you still be afraid of death?

Enid chuckled: "For you, death means returning to the workhouse. Roland, tell me now, are you afraid of death?"

Roland thought for a while...

Can't help but fall into silence.

to be honest…

fear.

"It is precisely because they know where they will go after they die that they are even more afraid." Enid couldn't help but laugh twice when she heard Xander say the word "heaven".

Heaven?

Pious fool.

Roland, Xander.

The whole world is a huge scam.

Humanity is the song that puts the gods to sleep.