The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 30 Ch.30 Tribunal

When he came out, Roland was silent.

The strange feeling on his wrists and arms still existed, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Enid seemed to have guessed what happened, and after saying goodbye with a smile, she led him straight out of the church.

"You probably won't come again for a long time."

Roland was just a little uncomfortable.

He didn't want to think ill of an old and virtuous old bishop, and he couldn't believe that some of the things he guessed were not only written in the mortal sins of the doctrine, but were also openly ignored.

And Enid just kept saying that he wouldn't come here often.

Nothing else.

"You should have suddenly turned around and licked him just now."

"Maybe you can make him look pretty to death."

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I'm afraid that he and I will want to go together.

"...Oh, you are so disgusting."

Roland curled his lips.

He could feel that Enid seemed apologetic for what he had been through.

It can be seen that there are many things that she has not had time to tell herself about Holy Cross Church.

Maybe she would rather see it with her own eyes?

"I heard something, ma'am."

“Everyone who is recorded in the “golden book” will hear it. Enid was not surprised by Roland's situation. "That is to protect the believers. You will understand it when you learn the lesson about rare objects." "

Strange things…

Just now, the flames that devoured the sound...

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Did you do something?

"Only I can speak inside Roland Collins' head."

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What an unexpected reason. You and my uncle are becoming more and more alike.

"The same to you."

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Do you have an uncle too?

"..."

Leave the church and board the carriage again.

The sanctuary where carols were often heard behind him gradually faded away, leaving Roland in a trance.

In the past, he always measured distance with his feet.

Since when did you become accustomed to taking a carriage wherever you go?

"Maybe one day I won't be able to adapt to this luxurious life anymore."

Enid was leaning on her side, sitting on the same side as Roland. The gentle but wintery wind blew over the cheeks, blowing away the tight brows.

"It is easy for people to get used to the good, but it is difficult to adapt to the bad."

Roland admitted that she was right.

Who doesn't want to live a good life.

"The Tribunal will let you continue to be 'luxurious'." The woman looked at Roland's hand on his knee. Pressing and moving the medicine box for a long time made the muscles and bones on the back of the hand protrude a little. "What's more, what is this?"

"You will become better and better, Roland."

Her words are much gentler than the wind that blows while walking slowly. Roland wanted to express his thanks in a formal manner as usual, but found that she had already turned her head away, staring at the pedestrians rushing back by the road.

"At this point, you should say: Sister Bat, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

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Please refer to Enid as 'ma'am'.

"Bat lady, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

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Shut up.

After the two people stopped talking, the only sounds that filled their ears were the sound of wheels and the clatter of horse hooves.

Roland felt that Enid's mood seemed to be getting a little bad.

The entire journey was speechless.

She didn't speak until they drove into the West End.

"It's time for your uncle to hire someone to help." She suddenly mentioned Pugh Collins in a confused manner, her low voice hoarse, mixed in the wind, like the rustling of dry branches in winter.

"He got a hundred pounds inheritance, but he made you do heavy work every day, didn't he?"

Roland could hear the dissatisfaction in this sentence.

To be honest, he thought Pugh Collins was good enough to him.

Even though he was carrying heavy medicine boxes and grinding medicines, he had to learn to classify herbs by touch and smell every day before going to bed - some of them had many thorns, which left quite a few holes in his hands at first.

But it's good enough.

Roland was very satisfied.

However, he couldn't tell Enid, 'Uncle is good enough to me.' Because Enid was good to herself, very good.

He didn't know why he couldn't say that.

I just had a vague feeling that I couldn't praise Pugh Collins in front of Enid.

It's just a feeling.

"Some people are born to be discerning."

"I'm about to resign from this job, madam." Roland ignored the fluttering text and pursed his lips: "He is very happy that I can find a decent and well-paid job, and he always praises you and says that you -"

Enid became interested: "What did you say about me?"

"He said that you are a kind man, kind, elegant and wise. He said that he has never seen a woman as good as you." Roland tried his best to say good things for his uncle.

In fact, it was Enid who annoyed Pugh Collins the most.

He always thought that this unmarried and immoral woman had done something to Roland.

He also claimed that if they met again, he would definitely question her.

"Uncle said, let me repay you in the future."

Enid looked at Roland with a half-smile: "Waiting for you to become a ritualist, Roland. I hope you won't be embarrassed by what you said today."

"…Miss?"

Enid didn't know whether it was because of Roland's words, or...something else, but in short, she felt much brighter.

She directed the coachman to turn onto another road. The horse, which was exhaling white breath, shook its head and sped up at the coachman's shout.

"We're almost there."

Roland knew that the getting quieter and quieter in his ears meant that they were getting deeper and deeper into the West District.

Holy Cross only has the Inquisition in the West End, which is strange.

“…Because the Holy Cross is a general term.” Enid said, “Although we are all around the Father of All Things and the Servant, there are some differences.”

The Holy Cross at the top is a big concept.

Below it is the “Church” that does mercy all over the country, the “Inspection Bureau” that cooperates with the country to maintain order, and the “Tribunal” that handles special major events.

Although they have the same beliefs, the rules they follow are very different.

Perhaps, it is not the Tribunal in the West District, but the Church and the Inspectorate in the East District.

“It sounds a bit complicated.” Roland wisely told himself that it would be better not to ask any more.

“It’s not complicated,” Enid rubbed her temples, “The Tribunal is responsible for very simple things. I said, we are all a group of pure people.”

Enid is like this.

If the members of the Tribunal are all like this.

“Then Roland Collins can harvest a group of evil bats.”

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To be honest, compared to bats, I like the whales that Miss Nina once mentioned.

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They seem very cute.

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If I live in the sea, I can often see these big guys.

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I wonder if the ritualists can live in the sea.

"Whales?"

"The kind that can spray water?"

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It seems possible.

"There are also on land, so why is it so strange?"

Roland didn't understand.

Suddenly, he remembered something very important and blurted out:

"Madam, we seem to have forgotten...?!"

"Hmm?"

"Purification."

Enid smiled and looked at the anxious boy with a doting look. She stretched out a finger from her sleeve and tapped Roland's forehead: "Didn't you feel it?"

"In the Temple of Mercy - oh, that hall with many white elephant pillars. I saw you sneaking in when you left. The purification ceremony arranged by the immortal has been running for forty years."

"When you went in, the ceremony was completed."

Roland was surprised: "That's what you said -"

"Yes, the designer and builder of that church spent forty years to build this miracle on earth, using it as a ritual object to open the door to immortality -"

"Christopher Ryan."

"The purification ceremony arranged by that adult will never stop, unless the entire church is destroyed."

When mentioning this immortal, Enid spread her two thin eyebrows, and her words were full of awe.

"The Great Road begins with one ring."

"And those who reach the tenth ring will be called immortals by us."

"It took him only forty years to push open that door..."

Immortals.

Literally, people whose bodies or souls will not decay?

Roland thought of the first time he met Enid.

Those sharp and surging flames like thorns.

Will immortals be more powerful than Enid?

"Some?" Enid laughed, "We are not comparable, Roland. Immortals can hardly appear in the waking world. They either accompany the gods and servants, or travel through the sleeping world..."

"They can no longer be called 'humans', I mean, from all angles."

Roland was silent.

Ten rings are immortals.

Then the so-called waiters...

"Waiters are different from immortals."

Enid didn't seem to want Roland to understand the "waiters". She tapped her thigh and spoke vaguely: "...They are "things" that "comply with the rules" and are "recognized by the rules" and serve the gods. To a certain extent, they are not much different from the gods."

"If you are curious, you can apply to look up a name in the library-"

""Golden Sister". "

At this point, she suddenly leaned forward and rang the bell.

The courtroom is coming.

The carriage turned a corner, and a hideous building gradually approached.

Yes, Roland thought that elegance, magnificence, and grandeur were not enough to describe the appearance of the building in front of him.

Hideous, the most appropriate.

The whole building is gray and black, and the extreme Gothic sharp corners and stone line patterns make it look like a giant beast hiding in the dark and choosing people to devour from a distance.

When the horse's hooves landed slightly, Roland got out of the car first with his cane without waiting for Enid.

"Lack of etiquette, not gentlemanly enough."

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I don't want to be carried out of the car again, it's too embarrassing.

"You can express it with words instead of doing such rude behavior."

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Use words? -

That's even more impolite.

"No."

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Tell me.

"'If you hug me again, I will put my face under the horse's butt.'"

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I really shouldn't have any hope in you.

Roland walked forward with a smile on his face, stretched out his arm, and let Enid hold him with one hand, while he held up his skirt with the other hand, and stepped out of the carriage.

"You look like a real person now." The woman straightened his hat with a smile: "Come on, follow me."

The courtroom.

It was very quiet here.

'Only more cruel means can fight against evil. '

He saw the words engraved on the stone slab at the door.

It was warm inside the building.

There was plenty of lighting.

The wall was like the majestic church before, with all kinds of complicated lines and patterns, which looked like stories of punishing evil.

Or real history.

They met very few people along the way, and everyone was in a hurry.

Compared to the priests in the church before, the judges of the Tribunal were more or less solemn.

Enid took Roland into her office:

In the deepest part of the building.

There was only one road and a room with purple carpet.

Roland estimated that it was about ten times the size of his uncle's pharmacy?

Maybe fifteen.

The ceiling and walls were black and gold, and there were paintings and some swords that looked well-maintained on the walls.

On the slate of the fireplace was a row of short and thick candles.

There were piles of books on the table, and...

two hand-sewn white rabbit dolls.

When Roland came in, Enid also happened to react: she instantly increased her speed and passed Roland in an instant, so fast that she even set off a gust of wind.

Stepping to the desk, she opened the drawer and swept the two sewn dolls into the drawer with one palm.

Bang.

Close it.

Roland:...

"..."

After she did all this, she turned around and suddenly remembered...

Roland was blind.

"Indeed."

Roland: ...Indeed.

Enid: "Ahem... I just saw two moths."

"I'm different. I saw two little white rabbits."

Roland nodded awkwardly and stepped into the room with his cane.

"I'll introduce you to a colleague. He will work in the Supervisory Bureau and you will be in charge of him. We are far inferior to the Supervisory Bureau in handling "miscellaneous matters."

Enid stabbed the other party casually and smoothed her scattered hair and tucked them behind her ears.

"From today on, I will give you an item with judgment criteria. You must carry it with you at all times, especially when you fall asleep - this will enable you to locate the coordinates more accurately and enter the kingdom of the Father of All Things...not other gods."

"Finally, I have to teach you a lesson. You lack the most basic knowledge."

Roland: "It sounds like a lot of things?"

"A lot, because you lack the knowledge of the whole world."