The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 358 Ch.357 False Story

Regarding the story of the Mystery Box and Delise, Fernandez said that if he had to look it up, he could find about a dozen versions.

Different sects have different views on Delise and the Mystery Box.

But so far, I haven’t heard of anyone who has really found the so-called ‘inheritance’ and ‘knowledge’…or legacy – boring life, boring days, always have to be spiced up with some stories, right?

Just like people make up stories, ritualists are people too...

is that so?

Roland is no longer a new executive in the industry. He has also stayed in London throughout the winter. He knows some of the rules:

For example, in the Book of Eden, the number 'thirteen' is unlucky - the thirteenth disciple of Messiah later betrayed his Savior and went to the side of the evil spirit.

Finally, he was thrown into hell and suffered the torture of hellfire, poisonous smoke and thorns for eternity.

Thirteen symbolizes betrayal.

At the same time, this strange number cannot be divided like the adjacent twelve or fourteen - this irregularity is unsettling.

Thirteen is not a good number.

If the 'mystery box' is really just a fabricated legend, then it shouldn't be thirteen.

Delise is a hero with great achievements.

Is a saint.

"There's no point in spending too much time on this." Fernandez folded a corner of a page in the book. Seeing Roland thoughtfully, he couldn't help but laugh: "Many people believed in this thing many years ago. So much so that I have been deceived in various ways—there are many liars among the ritualists.”

He warned Roland that the 'Thirteen Mysteries' was originally a story that set off the greatness of Saint Delise and was a fabrication.

However, Holy Cross senior officials believe that this may be able to inspire some young, 'innocent' ritualists, allowing them to face their own path and persevere in the face of hardships.

Just like the 'goddess' that the "Secret Scrolls" believe in - what kind of bare feet and thin waist...

Nonsense.

Fernandez said that it is impossible for real gods to have the same 'gender' as humans.

"Those are all purposeful fictions. If you really have nothing to do, it's better to buy a few candles than waste your time on this."

Obviously, Fernandez didn't want Roland to spend too much time on this old story.

When he was young, or perhaps even when Lord Enid was young, this story had been created long ago - to this day, no lucky person has suddenly jumped from the lower ring to the Immortal, announcing to the world that he has found it. The Mystery of Saint Doris.

It's all bullshit.

If Ms. Delise had to leave something behind, she would only leave a favor to the Holy Cross and the descendants of the place where she came from: the Tribunal.

Although she is called a saint, she is also human.

How is it possible to get thirteen treasures and then let all the ritualists in the waking world fight for them?

That's unreasonable and illogical.

In short, this is all Fernandez knows about the Thirteen Mysteries - neither less nor more than others, a very normal evaluation.

When he left the church, he met up with Rose the next day.

Miss Snitch has so much to say.

Ever since she climbed up to the second floor, she had been smiling all the time - she was as excited as if she had discovered some great secret and wanted to share it with Roland.

It was so urgent that I would be choked to death if I said it for a second later.

"Thank you for your kindness...you don't know what I discovered yesterday!"

Roland was behind her, carrying tea, small pies and two corners of sponge cake, and placed the tray on the small round table between the bed and the chair: "...Madeline Terry is your sister?"

"Oh, that's so humorous." She rolled her eyes, pulled out a stool familiarly, held it with both hands, and sat on it.

She was not wearing that heavy dress today, but a pair of men's trousers and an old blouse. Except for her delicate face and those eyes that could make people stupefied, everything about her body looked like a tomboy: "Let me tell you... "

"Then Madeleine is not a good person."

"It's not a big secret anymore."

"Oh, I mean, yesterday." Rose stretched her neck forward mischievously, and her voice was cheerful: "I followed her yesterday - guess what?"

"I guess?" Roland divided the teaspoons, poured a cup of smoking wine for her quietly, and pushed it over: "She is not actually Madeline Tyree, but Xander Kratofer pretending to be?"

"Roland!"

"Watch the tea, Detective."

"Watch your face!" The green eyes glared and waved her fist at him: "She ran to five places yesterday! Five! She met five different men...the boy of the father of all things! She was different from the five Men kiss, in the same day, afternoon, and night!”

Roland listened quietly, poured himself half a cup, and then added some extra milk.

"It's no big deal."

"In Su Yue's memory, this number is not very large."

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Not that I question the number, wrench.

Roland picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma of milk is mixed with black tea, and two small pieces of sugar are added.

It tastes so good that people can't help but straighten their backs, it's about to break through and sprout.

"What I wonder is, will those five men taste each other's lips from the collision..." He thought for a while, not knowing what words to use to describe it.

A small pimple appeared on my arm.

Seeing Roland start rubbing his arms, Rose burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha, if you think so, some girls' businesses will be out of business. You don't know how they clean themselves up..."

She smiled and took Roland's hand, put her index finger in, and then pushed his fingers back into her palm one by one.

Then.

The index finger in the fist... is like looking for the candy bar that fell into the gap of the sofa.

Roland:......

Sometimes, he really couldn't tell who was older or more knowledgeable, Rose or Enid.

Compared to this noisy snitch, Enid looks like...

It was as if he had been locked up in prison for nearly thirty years. Apart from his increasingly mature body, his mind was still at the age of asking his tutor for uncommon words.

"Judging from how long and how often you have blocked me, I think you are almost getting used to it now."

Roland ignored the ticking characters in front of him and asked Rose where Madeleine had gone besides the man.

"hostel."

The girl shrugged, leaned back, and kicked her leather boots back and forth: "She only dates those men - to be honest, they all look passable. She does have some discernment... Oh, she went back to the Church of Justice on the way. …”

"I can't get in."

Roland was silent for a long time.

Drink the tea in one gulp.

"I have to tell you a secret." He said: "About the "Mystery Box"..."

Rose blinked: "I thought there were no secrets between us - you mean: you and Xander know it, but I don't?"

Roland shook his head, and the corners of his mouth turned a few degrees. He didn't want to joke on this topic: "A secret that might cause big trouble..."

Rose clasped her cup ears and raised her thin eyebrows to the middle: "Madeline Terry is your sister?"

Roland sighed and didn't want to hide it anymore: "She's my daughter."

"Oh, that's okay...who did you give birth to?" Rose asked again.

"Xander Kratof."

"No wonder she looks so mean."

"Roland, is your disease contagious?"