The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 464 Ch.463 Louis’ Question

"The Hymans have a lot of ears."

Louis Heyman didn't have to wait for Roland to ask "How do you know?" and told him directly:

"Some of the higher-ups know this, Roland. I mean, Enid Judith knows it too - there's no getting around her when it comes to the Executive, don't you think?"

He didn't care whether there was provocation hidden in his words, and was even willing to speak more clearly:

"Enid Judith knew, but she didn't tell you, did she?"

He returned to his chair and observed Roland's expression with a smile: "I know that she attaches great importance to you. So, has she told you about this matter, this matter about your teammates?"

He stared at the silent young man, and the fire in his heart grew stronger.

It roars and will tear apart everything in sight if released.

"She didn't."

he said.

"The so-called attention is just control. Roland Collins, you know in your heart that this kind of attention that seems extraordinary but is actually cheap will eventually show its traces in the most pressing situations - you are living in hypocrisy and lies."

He seemed to want to change some idea in Roland's mind, and wanted to tell him that even the bravest warrior would at some point turn into a coward who abandoned his teammates and ran away.

He wanted Roland to see this clearly. In the air that blinded him, the world he lived in was filled with lies and malice.

"Enid Judith is good to you, I know. She saved you, and maybe led you on the road - Roland, any high ring would do the same thing if they knew about your talent. ”

"You've been running around for your teammates these days - but what did she do?"

"Pretend you don't know anything."

Louis kept drawing circles on the wine glass with his fingers: "For the cows, the female worker's caressing is just a part of the job. You don't really think that she loves us dirty, humble people who can never wash away the mud and smelly bodies. Angry thing?"

Roland looked at Louis Heyman quietly.

This kind of superficial provocation is not useless at all. Like a short nail, sooner or later it will sting the thinning skin——

If Roland and Enid had a 'normal' relationship.

"Speaking of milking..."

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I knew you had to interrupt.

"This scum is stirring up trouble."

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Obviously.

"Why? Is he jealous of your relationship with Big O Bat, or is he in love with...wait a minute, he won't fall in love with you, right? The egg of a cow fool!"

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I think I know why.

Roland vaguely understood the 'we' in Louis Hyman's words and guessed some possibilities.

Even if an overly sharp self-esteem is wrapped in the softest and most beautiful leather, it can only be viewed from a distance - if someone touches it with an unscrupulous hand, the palm will be pricked and blood will flow.

The highest form of fear is anger.

Roland had no interest in taking off Louis Hyman's excrement-filled pants and told him tenderly:

Who doesn’t poop their pants?

He wouldn't do that, and he hadn't been hit on the head with a rock.

"You are the High Circle Ritualist, Mr. Heyman."

Roland interrupted softly.

Louis also heard something strange, the changed words and tone, so he just smiled in a low voice and changed the topic.

He has plenty of time.

"Xander Kratof fell into a dream. Most of the higher-ups at Holy Cross know this - at the moment when the rules are changing, she cannot escape from the dream. This is something worthy of careful study."

Lewis picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

He regained his elegance, and there was no longer any provocation or malice in his words. It was as if the conversation just now was spoken by another personality in his body, and now he refused to acknowledge it.

"I heard that they sent five ritualists one after another to use the coordinates to enter the same dream - unfortunately, they all suffered the same fate as Xander Kratof, and they all fell into eternal sleep."

"That's interesting, isn't it?"

"It's so novel to be able to escape from a dream even if you roll out of bed."

Roland thought.

After the rules were changed, the threat of dreams to ritualists...or apprentices and mortals was greatly reduced: they no longer had to worry about stepping into a land from which they could never return, nor did they have to fear dying in a dream and never being able to wake up.

The fall of the body, or death in the dream, can bring them back to the waking world.

Under such rules, what happened to Xander?

Is there something wrong with the dream, or...

What's in the dream?

Roland suddenly remembered what he had encountered, the girl holding the head in her arms: Saint Arconi.

Will it be so?

"...I don't suggest you get involved in this matter, Roland." Lewis stared at the calm young man and said sincerely: "I don't suggest it. It's very dangerous."

he said.

"You don't think that you are comparable to those third-, fourth-, or even high-level ritualists, do you?"

Roland frowned: "Are there any high-level ritualists?"

"Of course." Lewis said very easily: "A six-ring dream, recently."

Holy Cross lost the high ring and Louis was absolutely delighted.

"Gao Huan." Roland repeated.

It was hard for him to believe that those powerful ritual practitioners who held great power and controlled the world in the waking world would die so easily in a dream——

Although Enid, Fernandez, and many executives told him about the horror of dreams...

But this was the first time that I heard the crashing sound of bubbles at such a close distance.

They died like the sound of a bubble bursting.

"Gao Huan is not as powerful as you think, Roland." Looking at his expression, Louis knew what this man was thinking.

He once thought Gao Huan was scary.

Actually.

Before reaching the tenth ring, flesh and blood are still flesh and blood.

In Louis Hyman's view, ritualists are like masters of a weapon that is stronger than guns, more indescribable, and inaccessible to mortals.

But most of the people who hold weapons are still mortal.

What's more, it was a dream.

The world of sleep has always been a forbidden place for high-level ritualists.

Every ritualist who has gone through so much trouble to reach the High Ring is not willing to die in such an unexplained way in a weird and bizarre exploration.

so…

“Sometimes I really envy the Holy Flame and the Herd, oh, and those undead people in the Ring of Silence. "Louis chuckled: "There are not many rituals to enrich flesh and blood, most of them are "big rituals". This world is so unfair, right? "

Roland shook his head: "If possible, I would also like to have the power to travel through sounds."

“‘Organ’ is not a good road. Louis didn't finish his words: "The sound does not necessarily exist forever." "

For example, the Eighth Crown: The "Elegy" of the White Crown Master of the Wasteland, one of the links has the power of large-scale silence - including a few rare objects and rituals, which can achieve similar effects.

At the same time, what each link of "Organ" obtains can be regarded as the most "secret" ability among all paths.

This road is scary and sad.

Like a child dragging a giant sword.