The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 357 Ch.356 Thirteen Mysteries

Fernandez's ward had been moved to a more spacious and comfortable location a few days ago - not the cold cockroach hole where Roland had lived, but a warm room with a stone fireplace...

There are even bookshelves.

He doesn't need treatment now, he just needs more training to wait for the wound to heal and become the 'Owl of the Tribunal' again - as for the period of recuperation...

It can be considered boring. Anyway, the salary was paid, and the nuns were still there to take care of him—when Roland and Xander were not around, he would walk in the garden behind the church on crutches.

(This is another building complex of the church, not within the scope of the main church.)

(Nor would they have an executive living in the main church.)

When Roland found him in the garden, the strong, bear-like man was holding a women's directory and reading it with gusto, not realizing that the footsteps behind him were not passing by.

The paper was slightly yellowed and had obviously been turned over by many people before him.

There are still sweat marks on it.

'Miss Bonny Margaret, a thin girl who is sad for spring and autumn. ’

‘I don’t like to sweat. It’s cool to hold in the summer, but it’s a bit uncomfortable. Recommended for fatter gentlemen. ’

‘Note: You can pick her up. ’

…

'Miss Lucy Hope, plump young girl. ’

'Some people like to smell her sweat, some don't. ’

'But as long as you try it, I'm sure you won't be able to walk when you think about it. ’

…

"I thought you could think of other things while you recuperate."

Roland sat next to him as he spoke, but Fernandez was startled and the book in his hand almost tore in half.

"Benefactor! Make some noise!"

His lower abdomen, arms, and neck were still wrapped with gauze, but it did not prevent him from communicating with the author of the book, Mr. Harris—the names recorded in the directory were all the most famous and best-rated good girls nowadays.

"...I'll just take a look."

Fernandez muttered, closed the thin manual, and held it between his fingers: "What are you doing here?"

Roland put his hands on the handle of the stick, looking puzzled: "Come here to dance, or visit the patients, what do you think?"

Fernandez: ...

The flames swept across the booklet, causing Roland to tease: "You can learn a lot from it, right?"

"Men have to learn all the time." Fernandez raised his eyebrows, and the healthy red on his square face was not like that of a patient: "This bastard knows it."

He hit his leg with the book.

"You should buy a book and learn from it. Seriously, you're getting old."

"At what age."

"Well...the cup is full of wine."

He has invited Roland many times, whether they are low-level or high-level, cheap or expensive - he treats them all.

But Roland didn't agree.

This makes Fernandez a little strange: his deputy is not an unsociable person, and he often accepts the invitation of the executives to go to low-end pubs with men and women to drink cheap food, make a lot of noise, and smash the cards loudly. .

But in this regard, Roland is a bit too 'pure and self-sufficient'.

"I'm not willing to spend that money on candles. I'd rather leave them to my Yam or..."

"Or Xander Kratof?" Fernandez was beaming: "You two really have some problems, don't you?"

The so-called "buying candles" is a "slang" used by some special workers in London——

What Rose told him was extremely interesting:

Usually, you spend a few pennies, or a few shillings (depending on the thrift), for a candle as long or as thick as your thumb: the lady lights it before she starts.

This candle is the entertainment time you bought.

They don't sell themselves, they only sell candles.

Over time, the candle was also nicknamed privately:

"dignity".

Rose said that the person who came up with this method was definitely a genius - because after the 'candle trading' was popularized, after a few months, the dexterous and intelligent ladies were surprised to discover:

Even if some people only use one, or can't use one at all, they will buy a whole board of candles (usually five to eight), and then specifically tell the woman who is serving him to keep the candle box and wait for him. Take away when finished.

'Why do these gentlemen suddenly like to collect candle boxes? ’

Some hobbies just come out of the blue.

Genius idea.

In particular, the candle box is changed from time to time and has a unique personality: each woman will use something to leave her own mark on it, representing themselves - which makes it extremely difficult to imitate.

"We have no problem," Roland said, facing the patients walking in the garden, his eyes unfocused: "At least there is no problem like you said."

Fernandez laughs a little annoyingly.

"Well, you just came here two days ago. Is there something you can't figure out, right?"

The captain knew Roland very well.

If this cat man didn't have to, he would definitely stay in his uncle's medicine shop all day long, with the blanket wrapped around him like a cat's tail, motionless.

You couldn't catch him outside the drug store unless you were working.

"Oh, I heard a word and thought it was interesting."

Roland tried his best to appear casual: "Mystery box."

Fernandez lowered his head, his fingers turning the pages paused slightly.

"What did you say?"

He closed the page completely and tossed it onto the chair.

"What did you say?"

Roland repeated: "Cake."

“…What you just said was not a cake.” Fernandez tapped his forehead with his finger: “Mystery box, Delis’s Mystery Box, right?”

Delis’s Mystery Box.

Roland’s eyes moved slightly: “I don’t know, Fernandez. I went to the monastery with Cinder before, walked around inside, and heard a nun and her friend talking about this word.”

Reasonable explanation.

Fernandez nodded.

This is not a big secret, nor does it involve any trouble.

“Delis’s Mystery Box, also known as the “Thirteen Mysteries of the Saints”, is a…” He thought for a while, “a, a not-so-popular legend? "

He explained to Roland.

This is a story that is not forbidden, but it is rarely circulated among ritualists. It is normal that Roland has not heard of it before.

The Holy Cross does not recognize it, but it does not oppose it either-

Legend has it that after Saint Delis completed the ritual and put the gods into a long sleep, her life also came to an end.

She condensed her flesh, blood, soul and knowledge, made thirteen puzzle boxes and hid them.

Whoever finds it will be able to obtain Delis's knowledge and inheritance.

Because there are thirteen in total, Delis's legacy is also called the "Thirteen Puzzles of the Saint".

"That's it."

Fernandez yawned, picked up the list again, and looked down.

"Old stuff, Roland. It's like someone saying that he found a cave and got a secret organ left by an immortal... It's just a false story... It's only used to fool those young fools."

The Thirteen Puzzles of the Saint.

In Bristol, he unscrewed one with his own hands.

"So, the Holy Cross doesn't prohibit this 'rumor'?"

Fernandez raised his eyes: "This can only be beneficial. What's more, Ms. Delis has made great contributions and can be regarded as saving the world. She should leave some legends... What's this?"

"It's really new, people are still discussing this now?"

The captain smacked his lips.

"Outdated stuff."