The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 297 Ch.296 Mary

Just like the relationship inside the Holy Cross.

The monastery is far away from the Tribunal, but adjacent to the church.

It is a townhouse consisting of long and short single-story clusters. It occupies a large area and is surrounded by black painted iron fences three or four people high. From a distance, it looks like a black forest of guns rising from the earth.

There is a silver cross hanging every few steps. The inside of the "forest of guns" is a high wall with gray earth surface, and the outside is full of red plants with slender and curly leaves.

The green vines are tightly wrapped around the walls and iron fences, filling the gaps between them.

Roland saw some women wearing black scarves, black belts around their waists, and holding rosaries or wooden crosses in their hands, walking silently in the manor like ghosts.

The sacred and majestic Holy Cross.

But the surroundings are desolate and silent.

No merchants will open a shop here, and any sober citizens will not come here to cause trouble.

A few ragged men sat in the corner, staring at the carriages with lifeless eyes.

Those gorgeous and strange flowers and vines seemed to be sucking their souls.

The women turned a blind eye to it.

They were like being carved out of the same mold, walking steadily and even the movement of their legs under their robes could not be seen. They kept chanting something in their mouths, with their heads down, waiting for the miracle of a dumb person speaking.

There was no majesty of the court here, which made people look at it with fear; nor was it as glorious and holy as the church. The hymns surrounding the dome allowed every believer to spend very little money to experience the baptism of the soul like the touch of the head by the true God.

The monastery was like an old ship from the last century, with a creaking deck but unwilling to sink. After receiving the cold sunlight, cold flowers bloomed in the cracks.

"We are here."

Shandel said.

Her eyes passed through the iron railings, through the sand and lawn, and the low houses extending backwards, all the way to the main hall.

That was where she had stayed.

"What should I do?" Roland asked in a low voice.

"You are mute. I brought you here in the hope that you can listen to the whispers of the Father God in this undefiled place, receive the mercy of the cleansing fire, and burn the evil thoughts and filth in you." Shandel leaned back, as if he could already feel the invisible power of the building complex.

"Don't speak until I take you to find Helen Menzi."

'Girl Collins' held her cheek and tapped it lightly, just like a girl who never left the house but absorbed sorrow from books, with drooping eyebrows, and sickly sweeping everything she didn't care about on the street.

"This is really too risky, Shandel."

"Are you scared?"

Roland shook his head slightly: "This has nothing to do with you - whether it is a secret society or a real sect. Shandel, it has nothing to do with you... You don't have to take risks with me."

Shandel is different from Rose.

She doesn't like Roland always saying such things.

"I can guarantee that you won't find any words in the book that can solve your doubts - some banned books are not just because they describe aliens."

"For the knowledge and experience of secret societies and associations, we must consult someone who has done this before."

"Roland, as you said, but do you have any other ways?"

"Of course."

"For example, the big bat."

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What's that word?

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Greed has no end...

"Pushing the limit?"

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Enid and Fernandez have taken good care of me. I can't ask a judge to teach me how to establish an illegal sect or secret society, right?

"I guess she will be happy to give you advice after listening, and maybe even want to participate."

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Don't joke.

The carriage is getting closer.

"It's a pity that Su Yue left me no knowledge about religion and societies."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have to take risks with this soup."

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Miss Nina has left me too much.

"Oh, it's a good thing you think so..."

"I'll try to compare the memories she left me and see if I can give you some useful advice."

"Be careful, Roland."

"I feel that this place is very dangerous..."

"Very dangerous."

No need to use a wrench.

When the carriage stopped not far from the monastery, Roland could "see" that it was very dangerous.

Whether it was the "Great Whirlpool" in Bristol, or the church and the Tribunal in London, Roland had never seen a building or a manor shrouded in such a huge ceremony-

The sky-high flames burned in his eyes.

It was almost bordering the bright day.

This complex of buildings...

Live in flames.

"What are you looking at?"

Xindel got off the carriage and found that Roland was looking up at the main building without blinking his eyes.

"Nothing."

"Terrible power..."

"Do you remember the "White Hall" that purified you?"

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Of course.

Under the church.

He had been led by Bishop Kratov and had his name written in blood on a golden book - but there, or where he was recovering from his injuries, the 'egg' wrapped in strands of gold... none of these were as radical and wild as the ceremony in front of him.

It was hard for him to imagine what the nuns who lived there endured every day.

"Maybe it's a ceremony to nourish the skin and prolong life."

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You're right, maybe it's a ceremony that can make them live 20,000 years.

"...You're really not cute."

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I'm both nervous and cute now.

Obviously, the face of Shandel Kratov - lake blue eyes and iconic gray hair are enough to replace any words.

She and Roland walked side by side through the strange flowers and vines. When they came to the door, the nun guarding the door almost "jumped" from the chair - a short and stout woman like a wooden block, with wrinkles on her face like a wall hit by a sledgehammer.

She was missing a few teeth and had a flat nose, which made people pay more attention to the nostrils rather than the eyes during conversation.

"K, Kratov -"

She still had some accent, but the stuttering was not innate.

"It's 'Kratov', Mary."

Shandel corrected softly, looking at her belly that was like a flea full of blood: "You've gained weight again. The air in London is full of yeast, isn't it?"

The woman in the black headscarf smiled flatteringly, but Roland found that she could hardly hide the fear in her eyes.

"I..." She didn't know whether to thank her or talk about her life.

Because the memory of the past always warned her:

No matter how she answered, the result would be unspeakable pain.

She actually trembled a few times in front of Roland and shivered: "...I, I beg you, please, forgive me..."

Xindel covered her lips in surprise, took a step back, and looked around: "Sorry, Mary, why are you like this--"

Mary was even more scared.

She was almost twice as old as Xindel, but at this moment, she was like a baby in a cradle who couldn't control herself, and tears flowed reflexively from the corners of her eyes: "I miss you..."

She knelt in public under the gaze of a few eyes.

She lowered her head and reverently picked up the soil that Xindel had just stepped on.

She kissed it.