The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 37 Ch.37 Triangle of Secret Arts and Training

Enid didn't seem to be too worried about Roland's experience.

After she finished listening, her face was still cold, and she had time to look down at her reflection in the coffee.

"What do you think?"

She stared at the cup in her hand and asked casually.

Although Roland was not completely ignorant.

But with the "knowledge" he had recently acquired, he couldn't make any correct decisions.

"The ritualist often doesn't need to be "correct"...Stretch out your hand."

Enid asked him to put one palm flat, palm facing up.

Then Roland noticed that she touched his palm with her "tentacles".

Different from his own gray and cold one.

Enid was as hot as fire.

"Secret", or mysterious. This is a kind of energy from the sleep world. I think Fernandez has explained it to you. "

"Tentacle is really ugly, you are not allowed to say that in front of others. "

She asked Roland to observe his palm in the same way.

Soon, two inverted and overlapping purple triangles appeared in his palm.

Like a deformed hexagram.

"Mystic Triangle."

Enid looked at Roland, and a trace of admiration flashed in her sparse eyes: "This proves that you have the qualifications and have been favored by a certain path, mastering the "secret" and becoming an apprentice."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned forward and used her fingers to play with Roland's black hair, revealing two clear ambers:

"Hair, it's time to trim... Do you want my help?"

Looking straight at him.

Roland smelled a scent similar to licorice.

Very faint.

"It's violet."

"...Uncle will help me cut it, ma'am."

Roland turned his face away slightly.

"Oh? Pushou Collins really has a lot to do." The woman raised her eyebrows and slowly retracted her arm.

This...

doesn't sound like a compliment.

"You should have agreed."

"What bad intentions could the big bat have? She just wanted to help this blind golden-eyed cat."

-

Wrench, can you shut up for a while? -

Just for a little while.

"I can think about it. Tell me."

"How long?"

-

A hundred years.

"..."

"You are such a vicious person."

Enid looked at the thoughtful boy and knocked on the table with her hand, "What are you thinking about, Roland? The road that is unfolding in front of you?"

No, she was fighting with the voice in her head.

"I'm the one who beat you unilaterally, okay?"

"To be honest, from the moment you become an apprentice, life is like a leaf in a storm."

"An extraordinary ritualist will experience countless dangers and choices before the end of his life."

"But there is only one place that we can't control."

"That is... the Great Road."

Roland repeated what she had said before: "The road chooses people, not people choose the road."

Enid nodded: "That's it. Some people are very suitable for a certain road, but it may not be what he wants. You were chosen by an unfamiliar road, perhaps because some characteristics in your soul attracted it."

The woman thought for a moment and gave a solution:

"Since you can't go to Eden, then you don't have to try the other rules of the Benefactor. As for the other roads..."

The other roads involve other religions.

Involving pagans.

"I can ask friends in the Great Whirlpool and the Ring of Eternal Silence, but I can't guarantee it."

"Because the items attached to the rules are almost never leaked."

"You can't join their sect."

Roland knew that this was the only way.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about it." Enid said, "Even if it's a road without gods, even if there are no great mysteries (grand rituals)..."

"You are still an executive of the Tribunal."

"When you can operate the "mysteries" skillfully, I will transfer you to a safe position...but your weekly salary will not be reduced by a penny."

She mentioned someone Roland had met recently.

The lady who measured his body and was responsible for teaching uniforms.

"You can do these jobs without running around with Fernandez and facing dangerous cultists and aliens."

"Just find a tailor and learn for a few days."

Roland was not surprised at Enid's attitude.

For some unclear reason, Roland was not only not surprised, but even a little accustomed to it now.

"Unclear?"

"I know it clearly~"

-

Didn't you promise me not to speak for a hundred years?

"I didn't promise you."

-

Then promise me now.

"Why should I promise you?"

"I'm not worried about the road, ma'am." Roland collected his thoughts and shook his head slightly: "I'm worried... about disappointing you, Fernandez."

"If it were anyone else, it would be true." Enid brushed her long hair and sank back into the high-backed chair leisurely, with the corners of her mouth raised, looking very happy: "But I won't be disappointed in you."

"Besides, the Tribunal..."

"I have the final say, Roland."

She tilted her head slightly towards the boy, looking proud like a cat who thinks she has saved the world and needs to be praised.

Need...

to be touched on the chin.

"It has nothing to do with me this time, you are asking for it."

-

I admit it.

"I can't give you any more advice than that, Roland." Enid fiddled with the spoon with her scarred hand. Lift it up and tap the wall of the cup, making a 'ding-ding' sound.

"No matter what you choose, it's your destiny."

Her eyes, which were often contemptuous and cold, now had countless red-hot gravels rolling down and spreading in her pupils, raising dazzling fire dust.

destiny.

Roland didn't like the word very much.

"Of course, before you think about these with a frown, you should pay more attention to two other things." She said: "Training, and writing and literacy - I mean the most basic ones."

The most basic.

Base.

When Roland heard this word now, his head ached.

Because all the knowledge he had heard recently seemed to be regarded by Enid as 'the most basic'.

"Knowledge?"

"I mean the body, Roland."

Enid pinched his wrist, lifted it, and shook it a few times.

Um…

Soft, like shaking a hibernating snake.

“The most basic fighting, cold weapons and firearms use;

Physical fitness, including the rituals and holy water required to deal with lower ghosts;

Regarding the treatment of cultists, the correspondence between alien species and dreams;

How to release and manipulate the "secret", and how to replenish it by immersing yourself in the sleep world at night - now that you can see a little bit, it's time to learn how to fight with your body. "

"It takes some getting used to."

"I'll let Fernandez teach you step by step."

She let go of her hand, leaned back in her chair, and yawned lazily.

"Leave it all to Fernandez."

"Leave it all to him."

"Study hard, Roland."

What does the so-called 'basic' physical fitness and combat training look like...

Anyway.

From that day on.

There is nothing good about Roland.

Every day I am blue and purple.

Sometimes, the face is swollen.

"The big guy is really a cold-hearted person."

-

If you say that, aren't you just a pure bad guy?

Since his conversation with Enid, he has been frequently invited to the training ground of the Inquisition by Fernandez:

He came with a cane during the day and limped home with a cane at night.

Uncle Nong kept looking at himself with a strange look.

‘Everything has its moments, you know, kid. ’

Roland didn't understand this subtle hint until he spoke more and more bluntly.

‘Sometimes, you have to learn to say no. ’

‘If your waist is injured, it will be over for the rest of your life, no matter how old you are. ’

However, one day, when he found that Roland was covered in bruises (and after drinking), he looked like a volcano about to erupt. He supported the table, roared and waved his arms that he thought were muscular:

"I'm going to sue her!!"

"This weird, dirty whore that no one wants—"

Roland explained it many times.

I just don’t know if he believes it or not.

The bruises on my body really have nothing to do with Ms. Enid.

"You can say that a man made you like this."

-

Why does this sound wrong to me?

"Do you believe me?"

-

you still need to ask.

-

Of course I don't believe it.

But with Wrench by my side and occasionally bickering, the pain is not that unbearable.

Mr. Fernandez said it would be difficult to improve his physical fitness to the lowest standard - the minimum standard - in a short period of time.

In fact, the ‘minimum standard line’ has been lowered several times.

Even so, Roland couldn't pass.

It seems that no matter how much he trains, his physical fitness is not as good as those of men of the same age.

This is not surprising, some people are born weak.

no way.

'I doubt you can beat the woman selling cartons next to your uncle's shop. 'That's what Fernandez said.

That Mrs. Cube who's five feet tall and almost five feet wide?

'I'm worried about your future, Roland. Many paths have their own "big rituals", some strengthen the body, some strengthen the spirit and soul - but your path has nothing...'

'Your body is still so weak...'

After a few days, Mr. Priest gave up.

He changed his teaching methods and stopped teaching Roland boxing.

Start directly with the dagger.

Eyeballs, chin, neck, heart, vagina, tail vertebrae, kidneys, arteries.

‘You are too fragile, Roland, maybe it’s from birth. I don’t care if you can reverse it in other ways in the future...'

‘But now, this is all I can teach you. ’

'Be careful, don't use it to deal with drunks or to show off in front of girls. ’

If it is not for killing, there is no need to use sharp weapons.

Fernandez said.

Pulling out the dagger means killing the enemy.

Interestingly, Roland learned this much faster than fists and feet.

Surprisingly fast.