The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 371 Ch.370 Left hand and right hand

Peter Heller was not one to keep secrets.

But Roland Collins was different in his eyes - Miss Judith was close to him, and probably, perhaps, was very likely to train this young man to be the next presiding judge.

And he also proved himself: the apprentice killed one ring, and soon he was promoted to a formal ritualist.

Although, what Enid Judea did was unreasonable.

But minus all the impossibilities, this is the only answer.

So, there’s nothing not to listen to about Roland Collins.

"You have to tell this to a first-circle ritualist. Is your brain damaged by drinking?" Crow turned his head and glanced at Roland who kept smiling——

He stretched out his index and middle fingers in a place they weren't paying attention to: on their legs, and pinched them twice like crab claws.

Second Ring.

I am the second ring.

"...I'm afraid you are no longer fit for the role of executive officer at your age, Peter Heller."

"I'm afraid I can kill you twice in the time it takes you to take a bath." Old Peter smiled, and suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and said in surprise: "Are you taking a bath?"

very good.

This old gentleman is more interesting.

Crow sneered and looked at York: "Your teacher is a fool."

Unexpectedly, the crow's gloomy appearance did not frighten the boy, and he retorted almost in the next second: "He is not!"

"I can only say what I know, Roland, and I also hope that you will forget it when you get off the carriage." Peter Heller said to Roland.

He ignored the crow who started arguing with the child again - this man seemed to be able to start a fight with anyone.

"Actually, the Holy Flame is the same as some roads. If you know enough about the Meditator, you should know that those gentlemen who think their heads are full of wisdom will be destroyed every time they climb up. "

The "Pensive One" he was referring to was Charles Croy, whom Roland had interacted with.

The terrifying ritualist who can go back in time.

They start in a certain circle and sleep from time to time as necessary to fight against the decaying body - and at the same time, during the short awakening period, they find a way to complete the ritual.

It can be said that strength and strength are equal in price.

Roland found it extremely difficult just to listen.

"'Holy Flame' is similar to 'Meditator'. "

Heller said.

"But the "holy flame" does not destroy human flesh and blood. Instead, several major rituals are added to it, allowing us to tear steel almost with our bare hands, and use our bodies to fight against swords and even gunpowder. "He looked at York, who was staring and angry beside him, with a smile on his lips.

"But the power of "Holy Flame" is only up to the eighth level. "

His voice suddenly changed: "Promoted to the ring...from apprentice to first ring, how do you feel, Roland?"

Roland nodded: "My soul ignited a flame, my flesh and blood became warm, and my strength boiled."

"very good."

he said.

"The flame on which the soul burns is the "qualification" - your soul is bright and your flesh and blood are like spring. This is the precursor to rising to the ring: and I'm afraid I have to tell you, Roland, the "holy flame" has reached the eighth ring...or Before the seventh ring? I'm not sure. When they are in a certain field, they no longer need “qualifications”. "

Roland frowned: "What does that mean?"

"It means." Heller paused and sighed: "It means that every time they come into contact with the "mystery", these invisible forces will become the fuel for the rising ring, pushing them to continue to climb upward..."

"Whether they want it or not."

This sounds…

It seems wonderful?

If qualifications are not required, then when the "Holy Flame" reaches the eighth level, it is equivalent to getting a 100% ticket to the immortal?

As long as you are in touch with the mystery, can you keep improving?

Heller smiled stiffly for a moment, but a sad look appeared in his eyes: "Yes, if there is still a road up there."

It's a pity.

The road to "Holy Flame" has only eight links.

The ninth ring does not exist.

In other words, no one has ever reached the ninth ring alive.

"No qualifications required, no ceremony required."

"As long as you keep contacting and using "Secret", you will soon be able to open the door of the ninth ring..."

"Its name is: Death."

Speaking of which, Peter Heller seemed to realize that the atmosphere in the carriage was really depressing. He crossed York and opened the window a crack to let in the cold wind.

"So over the years, the executive who knew this secret would not be harsh on Miss Enid Judith. We would even rather have her stay in the office... all the time."

At this time, the crow, which had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"You don't think she's really afraid of death, Heller. That woman definitely has something in mind, but we don't know yet. She was promoted to the eighth ring not long ago, and if it's like what you said, at least a few times, she moved her mouth, You can save more than two digits of executives.”

Crow looked at Roland.

"But she didn't do anything."

"I think you have to face the reality: there is not much left for her to burn at the eighth ring."

Roland now began to wonder whether the crow was targeting Enid or the "Holy Flame"...

Or, the Inquisition.

"What's funny is that the church once believed that the "Holy Flame" was an extremely useful cannonball and consumable, and it once trained these people in large numbers - but perfect merciful people are hard to find. In this era, they are better than full of venom. There are still few people. "

Crow looked sarcastic.

"Guess what, Roland Collins. Besides the rarity of people with such "qualifications," what could have made the church abandon such an interesting project? "

"A powerful path, a convenient weapon that can keep climbing up and destroy itself when it is used up?"

Heller pinched the bridge of his nose, unwilling to go around in circles on this topic. He directly revealed the answer to Roland and interjected:

"...A certain saint in history was a ritualist on the path of the "Holy Flame". She was in the sixth ring at that time. "

Then.

In one choice, she gave up 237 citizens and chose to save the pet dog that had been with her for fifteen years.

When she arrived at the disaster scene with her dog in her arms...

Awesome.

‘But I can’t lose Lulu. ’

Later, she said this - Lulu was the name of the dog. By the way, the dog died two months later. The cause of death was that it ate too much and died of swelling.

'That's all I have. ’

Since then, Holy Cross has kept a distance from the "Holy Flame". Let alone the Saint, no ceremonial person of the Holy Flame Road is allowed to hold any high-level position - the higher the level, the further away from the core of the church.

They are afraid that these lunatics who have no emotions or are too emotional will one day say: There is a reason why I gave up the entire city...

Because I want to save my teddy bear.

"The ritualists all have problems...here." Crow suddenly leaned over and stared at Roland quietly. He separated an index finger from his black leather glove and tapped his temple: "Roland Collins, if you don't want to be pulled by that woman Go to hell together and stay away from him.”

Roland swept the thin curtain tassels covering the glass window, smiled at York who was peeking at him, then turned to Crow and asked:

"Pull...left hand, or right hand?"

The carriage fell into an eerie silence.

Heller suddenly couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up and wanted to laugh loudly.

very good.

Roland Collins.