The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 309 Ch.308 Discussion

When Roland and Xander left the 'dungeon' quickly and discussed in low voices where to find the small candle, the nun had been waiting at the door.

She held a basket and saluted Xander.

"You are as beautiful as ever, Lord Kratoff."

In the basket is a piece of cake.

When I looked over, I could see a cake with two small red beans peeking out from under the cream.

Roland:......

"Thank Erendira for me." Xander took it with a smile and asked about the other person's body as usual.

As a result, Hannah sobbed softly.

"Miss, you can't leave."

Xander was ‘shocked’: “She could still stand up when I was in the monastery…”

Hannah said that her lady, the poor creature whom she loved more than herself and everything else, needed a miracle, a miracle that would shine on the paralyzed man and make him suddenly stand up and run and jump with the dexterity of a cat——

But this miracle did not happen to Erendira, but made her suffer more from the disease.

“May the Father of All bless her.”

Xander lowered his eyes and whispered softly: "I have seen Erendira. I know that she has divinity and is a flawless, uncut gem. Hannah, don't be sad about this. Her decayed body does not prove her soul. More dazzling and hot?"

Xander held Hannah's hand, causing her to immediately sob harder.

She said that what she served was not a decaying, withering body, but a rare soul that was about to sublimate and shine with pure brilliance all the time. She should rejoice in it, and serve and love her more thoughtfully, more tenderly, more piously, even more solemnly.

"Your melancholy and pain are irrefutable. No matter how many words I use, they will only calm down briefly like the waves in the water."

"You should not let the wind come, keep a distance from ignorance, and not associate with worldly pain."

"Isn't that what we're here for?"

Xander's words frequently raised eyebrows from the nuns passing by - those young and obviously unfamiliar faces could not conceal the excitement on their faces. They slowed down and tried to listen to what was said to their hearts as much as possible.

Their skin has not experienced the hammering and hammering of holiness and piety over and over again. It is not thick and tough enough, and it trembles at the slightest touch like an inexperienced prostitute.

If they were not in this holy place of suffering, they would even shout "Long live the benefactor" with their most sincere voices.

'Who is that? ’

someone asked.

‘Kratofer. ’ Someone replied: ‘Xander Kratof…’

There was a low cry in exchange.

'I've heard of this name...'

'She is almost going to become this generation's saint...'

‘You also said it was almost. ’

The young nuns were discussing in low voices, and here, the conversation had come to an end.

"I haven't seen her for a long time, Hannah. Bring my blessing to Erendira, to this suffering woman who will be holy in the future." Xander saluted again. This time, Hannah also took two steps back. , return gift.

During the entire exchange, she did not ask Xander who the women beside him were, why they came, how Xander was doing, etc...

She only talked about her 'Miss', sobbed, then turned around with red eyes and left in front of everyone.

"I thought you were going to call her Mary."

Looking at the departing figure, Roland touched his lips a few times.

"That's for serving Erendira, I don't want it." Xander also stared at the woman's back until she completely turned the corner and disappeared at the end of the road: "Elendira, my friend."

She turned her face and gave Roland a sincere expression.

"You have too many friends in the monastery." Roland thought this was another 'Mary'.

"Erentira is different."

Xander said.

The little snake in the cake hissed.

Little Candle: Father! You almost lost me!

Roland: Of course not. If I can't find you, I will probably appear here every night until I meet you again.

Little Candle: ...I knew my father was the best.

Roland: How did you get into the cake?

The neighing paused for a few seconds.

Little Candle: I arrived at a room, found the cake, and got in...

Roland: Your cleverness is almost the same as the one with green eyes.

"What is she talking about?" Xander asked.

"Said she found the cake in the house and immediately got in."

Xander suddenly realized: "Maybe that house is not far from Erendira's room. I guess it was not originally prepared for us."

Erendira.

From the conversation just now, Roland understood something: the owner of this name was probably a fragile girl with an incurable disease.

She was well protected.

Roland quietly kicked away the hem of his skirt that he had stepped on, and reservedly met the eyes of the people around him. He nodded to the curious young nuns, then turned half a circle and headed towards the direction he came from with Xander.

Perhaps because he cut off the topic with silence, Xander became curious:

"Don't you ask about her?"

"who?"

"Erentira."

"...What does that have to do with me?" Roland tilted his head slightly, "Don't mention other women in front of ladies."

"You learn quickly."

"As long as I care, I've always learned quickly."

Xander rolled his eyes.

The bad mood of hearing Erendira again was diluted by these words.

"I can make an exception." The gray-haired girl walked briskly, "Let me tell you about Helen Menzie."

Roland shook his head and refused: "How could I just watch you make an exception."

Xander:…

This man always made her laugh in unexpected places.

“…Helen Menzie, owner of Silver Spindle. "

They left the main building and stepped out into the sunlight again onto the lawn.

The walking nuns changed batches.

Xander was walking and talking, telling Roland about Helen Menzie and the 'cult' in her hands.

Silver spindle.

This is a sect whose followers are almost all female, or a secret sect: they use "sutures" and "spindles" as means to instigate those stupid and ungrateful women (Xander's personal evaluation), and treat them in an extremely cruel way The people around you—male or female.

Their teachings are bright and noble, but their methods are despicable and cruel.

‘Sutures’ are used to treat oneself; ‘spindles’ are used to treat enemies.

"If you see people with needle marks on their lips or other lips, they're probably members of the Silver Spindles. "Xander said.

Their teachings are very interesting.

"We are who we are."

This sentence is followed by: We are not 'family angels', whose last name, whose blood or whose urine bucket. We are not the child's pacifier, the father's goods, the servants specializing in needlework, the mother's specimens and the husband's boxing targets.

Because the skirt was too long, Roland was busy modifying his precise steps. His mind was distracted and he subconsciously blurted out:

"Then what are they...fire-breathing dragons?"

This made Xander laugh quite a bit.

"ah."

She thought about it and actually agreed with Roland's joke: "Maybe."