The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 369 Ch.368 Second fight

Peter Heller is an old gentleman.

Short black hair, thin beard, and hair on the temples.

He looks very capable, and his strong face is definitely one that is sought after nowadays - coupled with his relatively clean appearance among executives (compared to the crow, which can be said to be spotless), and his convincing temperament in every gesture...

He is what Roland thinks of a real executive.

Smart but not rigid, strong but not bloated, humorous but not frivolous.

Second only to Fernandez.

Oh, of course Fernandez is the best.

Because he is his friend, friend and captain.

"How is Dwinson? I've been too busy recently." Peter Heller had his own office, and like Fernandez, he led a small team: but Roland only saw one person.

Young people like children.

York.

"I'm recovering well. I'll be discharged from the hospital soon." Roland sat on the sofa.

Opposite him is the crow.

across a table.

"It's not easy for you to survive that disaster. Collins, you, Dewinson, and Kratofer represent the future of the Tribunal - at all times, protect yourself first." He said to Ini The virtues are the same, although the purposes are different.

The man has light blue eyes.

The light blue, like the thinned sky, has not become cloudy with age.

It looks crystal clear.

"While you were being hypocritical and polite, I'm afraid the cultists feasted on a few more living people." Crow picked at his nails and said sadly: "Give up this link, both of you. This is a link that neither of you are very good at."

Peter looked at Roland with a familiar helplessness in his eyes.

Since he has a good relationship with Fernandez, he must have had a lot of dealings with the crows.

The Inquisition is not large.

"I am 'Assassin'," Peter introduced himself: "The fourth ring: Assassin. "

Roland had heard of this road.

From The Seventh Crown God: Hand of Strife, Shadow in the Network.

The "cavalry" who started the war, and the "assassin" who controlled the shadows.

Masculine and feminine, they are one less than the Holy Cross.

"I heard that most of this path comes from the Military Intelligence Agency?" Roland asked.

"Yes, or the army." Peter smiled with two deep nasolabial lines. After York poured tea for the two of them, he ordered him to take out a hand-rolled cigarette from the wooden box and light it: "Inquisition Only available to the Fourth Ring Road…”

"But it's enough for people like us, isn't it?"

Maybe someone’s dream is to become a millionaire.

But that's not reality, that's fantasy.

The real reality is: if you find a good husband or wife, you can earn dozens of pounds a year, or even more arrogantly - hundreds of pounds.

Can afford to hire a cleaning maid, or buy a few more workers.

Have your own house, even if it's a little remote.

Give birth to a pair of children who are not sick, and the wife will not die during childbirth.

Don't get into an accident, break a leg or lose an arm while working on your own.

Can live to old age.

This is the real desire.

"Putting aside unrealistic fantasies, most of the goals of ritualists are in the third or fourth ring." Heller took a puff of cigarette and told the 'truth' or real 'ideal' of most ritualists: "Not so Low, not that high – not much danger, just enough knowledge.”

"When we leave the front line, many people are willing to pay for knowledge or curiosity - we can live a prosperous life in a down-to-earth manner."

Because if you go up further, the danger you face will not be the smallest bit.

“…The higher you go, the more “scars” you get. "

No one wants to be crazy.

"I am Four Rings: Assassin."

This road is very aggressive, yes, it can definitely be described as 'aggressive'.

A first-level "linguist" can recognize a certain degree of lies, and at the same time, can also mislead some idiots with incomplete brain development through words-if the user is smart enough, this is enough to cause a certain degree of chaos.

The second ring of "Tailor" will make the ritualist himself stronger: especially the hands, which become more sensitive than ordinary people.

At the same time, they can also briefly sew living creatures together.

At the third level "Hand Shadow Master", the ritualist can use light to cast shadows and manipulate the solidified shadow entities.

The fourth ring.

This is where Peter Heller is: an assassin.

If he is willing, he can greatly reduce the retention of his own traces, and at the same time, his sensory acuity and observation and analysis abilities are significantly improved.

Possessing super fast speed, he can launch a surprise attack in an instant.

Can perfectly blend into the dark night.

This is very consistent with the name of the fourth ring: Assassin.

An assassin who kills without leaving a trace.

A born murderer.

"But I still chose the Tribunal." Old Peter smiled and held a cigarette: "Miss Judia opened the way for me through trading. I am grateful to her. At the same time, she also helped my family..."

Although.

The result is still regrettable.

"'Miss' Judith."

Crow repeated, in a strange tone: "Then you can also be called a young man, Peter, which is as flattering as your friend Dwinson."

Peter raised his eyebrows: "Don't speak ill of Miss Judith in front of me, Crow. Really, I know why you are, but that has nothing to do with Miss Judith - why don't you talk to the previous presiding judge?"

Crow said solemnly: "Go to... hell to talk?"

Heller nodded sincerely: "You have nowhere else to go."

"We have the same destination, Peter." Crow said calmly.

His long windbreaker wrapped around him, standing on the sofa like his name.

He suddenly turned his attention to York, who was eavesdropping with his ears raised.

"The same to you."

"Don't scare my apprentice." Peter shook the hand holding the cigarette: "Collins and I will lead the team and gather people to find those shady rats - I will leave the rest to you, no problem."

The crow bargained, saying words that Roland didn't understand: "Every soul that successfully crosses the stairs is not cheap."

Peter frowned: "The Inquisition will pay."

"You'd better tell Enid Judea about this promise." Crow raised his hand and looked at Roland: "Oh, by the way, what role can you play in it? This... beautiful gentleman."

Roland blinked, looking a little innocent: "Lady Enid asked me to keep an eye on you."

York \u0026 Peter: Huh.

crow:……

"The Inquisition is well aware of how to put the same people together...isn't it, Peter?"

Peter Heller rubbed his sour face: "...Collins is right, there must be someone to coordinate the overall situation."

"Him?" Crow Skin smiled, "You, really?"

Roland shook his head: "Lord Enid only asked me to keep an eye on you. She said you always like to take advantage and steal materials from the Inquisition and take them home... No, no, it's not me, it's Lord Enid."

York \u0026 Peter: Huh.

Master and apprentice had fun in the Inquisition for the first time.

It's so interesting that this young man dares to speak to a crow like this.

However, the man in black robe on the sofa kept his mouth tightly shut.

Looking at Roland quietly, his five blackened fingers tapped on the armrest one after another, making a sound and piercing the leather.

Da da da…

"You're not afraid of being insulted, are you, Collins."

"I'm used to it."

"But you don't allow people to insult your family?"

"To be precise, it's my uncle."

"Your uncle is a loser. I curse him to be found by the cultists tomorrow -"

Before he finished speaking, the table was kicked up.

A loud bang!

The candlesticks, teacups and smoking utensils on the table were scattered all over the floor. Amidst the exclamation of the boy York, the tumbling tabletop hit the man in black robe on the sofa!

He raised his forearm, took out the machete, and split the table...

A dagger came from the other side and pierced the table.

It would stick to his eyeballs and dig into the cushions of the sofa next to his face.

呲——

The dagger twisted.

The tabletop snapped.

The sharp scimitar on his back was revealed - the scimitar was standing upright, aiming straight at Roland's chin, trying to split his head in two starting from the chin.

The dagger was pointed horizontally at the crow's neck, and he could cut off his head with a draw.

"Happy New Year, Mr. Crow." Roland flicked the blade with the fingers of his other hand - that hand was close to the blade, and it was not difficult to deflect the deadly blade at the cost of a few fingers.

"It's not here yet." Crow moved his head: "The table shouldn't be there, let me pay for it."

Peter rubbed his chin and smiled with two rows of teeth: "I'm about to change to a better brand. Consider it my gift..."

"Happy New Year, two executive officers."

York breathed a sigh of relief.

He was frightened.

Are these two gentlemen crazy?

I just bought a table yesterday! !