The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 38 Ch38 Unknown future

Chapter 38 Ch.38 Unknown Path Ahead

Inside the training ground.

The agile boy tilted his face and pointed his ear at the man in front of him.

The arm holding the dagger was pulled behind his waist, and he bent his body, with his toes probing forward little by little.

Fernandez was opposite him, with his eyes closed, holding the same style in his hand.

Both parties simultaneously relaxed their breathing and approached their targets little by little. The application of "secret" was fully reflected in the two people - they tested each other and captured each other's position...

Then.

It was about to happen.

The boy was like a leaf dancing in a hurricane, moving disorderly and uncertainly, and each time he moved away just a second before the blade passed over his eyeball or neck - and the advantage of dancing on the tip of the knife was that his attack looked more terrible and deadly than a venomous snake.

Fernandez's dagger passed Roland's neck, perhaps only two or three hairs away.

The second after the dagger left his neck, Roland's attack had already returned.

Fernandez leaned forward and had no time to retreat. He hastily swung his arm, but the dark green rubber dagger flexibly avoided it and stabbed his neck accurately.

It hit him right in the face.

The rubber blade bent.

"Good job, Roland."

Fernandez opened his eyes, wiped the sweat off his face, rubbed his neck and stepped forward, patting Roland's shoulder.

It finally worked.

...

Physical fitness, fighting.

The days passed quickly.

Weeks of training not only cast a layer of solemnity on that pretty face, but also made Roland visibly stronger - he was finally no longer flat, his chest, arms and thighs were slightly "bulging", Fernandez said he had grown taller.

Bang.

A stone hit the iron sheet.

The next second, flames spurted out of the muzzle, and the bullet immediately hit the center of the circle, making a long "ding" sound--

Roland tilted his ears and put down his hand holding the gun.

I don't know if it was training or Roland slept too well every day-the fuzzy and soft tentacles unknowingly "grew" a second one:

Like an invisible ribbon in the water, floating beside the boy.

Fernandez laughed and applauded on the side, and there were many small stones scattered on the table.

The bullet was unloaded and put back into the holster at the waist.

Safety check.

Fernandez came over and asked with concern: "How are you doing recently?" He meant whether Roland had sensed or entered Eden, the father of all things, in addition to the dense forest...

or other places.

Enid got him an amber and a small piece of finger bone-standard items through a "friend" two weeks ago.

However...

Roland got nothing.

He shook his head silently.

Fernandez stared at the boy:

More than two months later, he did look a little taller than before.

His slightly longer black hair was simply tied into a small braid at the back of his head, leaving only a few strands of hair scattered on the side of his face;

The slightly cold golden eyes were like a deep golden mirror, his nose was straight, his lips were slightly upturned, and he looked pretty like a girl.

The silk shirt and the vest he wore outlined his thin waist, which was pinched by a dark leather belt.

He wore straight trousers and spotless black pointed leather boots.

He was attractive enough just by standing quietly.

Recently, Fernandez often stood not far away, looking at him strangely, and kept making a sound of "tsk tsk tsk".

"I don't mean anything else, Roland."

"But you are so beautiful..."

"Spiritual."

Fernandez remembered the first time he saw this child:

The long hair covered his eyes, he curled up and shivered, and he couldn't walk steadily - just like a sparrow that was caught in a heavy rain and was about to starve to death.

Now, it's really different...

Roland Collins.

"You should go to the theater." Fernandez praised, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, and pinched his arm. "If only you could go with us..."

Who doesn't like beautiful people?

However, Fernandez felt a little regretful.

To this day, Roland still hasn't found the 'right' path.

Or rather, Enid was right.

'The path chooses people, not people choose the path.'

Roland entered the sleep world several times, but never arrived anywhere except the dense forest - yes, anywhere.

Whether it was the amber, the finger bone, or the dagger.

The result was undoubtedly the same, they didn't play any role.

Fernandez knew that this could only mean two things:

Either he was extremely suitable for the 'dense forest' path; or he was extremely repulsive to the path symbolized by the three standard objects.

This was really a pity.

You know, the "Holy Flame" path is clear and clear. If Roland embarked on this path, at least before the fifth ring, he could answer any question for Roland.

Unfortunately...

"Have you decided?"

Fernandez handed him a towel and pulled a chair to sit down.

"I don't know."

Roland gently wiped his fingers, which were stained with gun oil.

"It's been almost three months. I can't stay in the apprentice stage forever. Even if I can use blades and guns, I'm still far from being a real ritualist. I don't think the Inquisition needs a blind man who can only wield a dagger?"

"I take my salary on time every week."

Fernandez hesitated.

In his opinion, it would be correct and safe for little Roland to step into the realm of the Ten Crown God.

The Great Ceremony...

So important.

A road without gods, even if it reaches the high ring, what is the use?

The further up he goes, the greater the gap between him and other Crown God Ritualists.

Thinking of this, Fernandez's expression changed and he secretly gritted his teeth: "Maybe I can ask someone else to ask..."

Roland shook his head and declined with a smile.

Because he knew that the probability was low.

After spending these days together, Roland was basically certain that Aurora would not let him go anywhere else.

Even if he waits for several years.

Every time he dreamed, the goblin would sleep on his head.

Also snoring.

To be honest, I don’t have too high a pursuit of the so-called ‘mystery’ – such as reaching the tenth ring, becoming an immortal, etc…

No.

He now has an uncle, Enid, and can gently lift the veil of another world, which is happy enough for him.

Life is peaceful and stable, with plenty to eat and drink, so what is there to be dissatisfied about?

"There are many ways to create wealth in the memories Su Yue left for you. Although it is not simple, Roland, I am at least sure that I can make you a rich man."

Is this comfort? -

I'm actually not too disappointed.

Besides, Aurora is also very cute.

I now believe that maybe it really is the path chooser.

You see, the three standard objects accompany me to sleep every day, but they have no effect.

"You are aware of the Inquisition's attitude towards alien species."

Is it the same as a cultist?

But I don’t seem to have any other option, a wrench.

My eyes, my organs, some part of it comes from Aurora, right?

If I didn't choose this great path, I even doubt that the mysterious door would be closed to me forever.

"I don't want to interfere with your choice, Roland."

"I'm just telling you what kind of future you are heading towards."