The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 484 Ch.483 I am the rope

When Roland woke up, he was sleeping in a spacious, bright room, lit with incense and brewing black tea.

The wall covering was golden, spreading and blooming on the wall like flames.

All the wooden furniture was made of the same red wood (Roland didn't know what they were called) and painted with a layer of transparent lacquer.

A huge clock stands next to a standing gas lamp and a gold-framed painting on which a colorful picture of a victim with folded hands enjoying divine grace is painted with delicate brush strokes.

The neck of the thin-mouthed pot is tied with a white painted cross pattern.

Opposite the clock is a huge Holy Cross overlooking the entire room and, through the wooden arched windows in the room, the entire garden.

The church craftsmen used their limited imagination to carve some flame patterns on the silver base, and then filled it with golden liquid.

The brightness of the whole room was so high that Roland had to squint his eyes and took a few seconds to adapt.

A senior member of the church whom he did not recognize - his attire was unusual, probably inferior to that of a bishop, but different from ordinary priests.

He had no hair, was blind in one eye, and had scars running through half of his face.

The person sitting next to him was familiar to Roland.

Enid Judith.

And, Miss Xander Kratoff seems to be in good condition.

The three people looked at him silently. Given the slightly dazzling room, they were afraid that they would hear a call at the next moment: Your Majesty Augustus, the time has come.

"I'm always the first to say hello to you."

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Thanks, Wrench.

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Good morning.

"You slept all night. I almost thought I was going to live in another head."

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Didn't you say that if I die, you will die with me?

"Aren't you dead?"

Roland:......

He sat up and realized that there was a thick fleece blanket under his butt.

In Enid's office, Roland often saw her wearing it.

"Good day, Roland." Xander greeted him while guarding the tea stove. The Cinderella looked very good, and she seemed not to be affected by the dream at all.

Roland wanted to ask her about the worms and whether her spirit had been traumatized in the dream, but he saw the bald man with a scarred face staring at him with an unkind expression, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth again.

He is not from the Inquisition.

"Roland Collins."

The priest knocked on the table.

He first looked at Enid beside him, and when he saw that she didn't speak, he continued: "Do you know what you did?"

Roland held it up with one hand and touched the black hair that fell on his back - in addition to the gray satin that he had tied up, there were also two more mischievous white spun lace straps for ladies.

Enid? Or Xander?

"Roland...Collins!"

Odel Godion frowned.

The people in the Inquisition are still so rude.

"Do you know what you did?"

This kind of knowing and asking is like a wife leading the servants to catch her husband in ragged clothes with a graceful and white lover in his room.

‘Do you know what you did? ’

'Um...another woman? ’

It can't be a dragon.

The more Roland thought about it, the more the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Odel Godion:?

Is this kid crazy?

"Of course I know what I did, this—"

"Odel Godion, you can call me Pastor Godion, or Mr. Godion."

"Yes, sir, I know what I did." Roland dusted his legs, stood up, and said frankly: "I saved a believer who was in sleep and on the verge of death, a devout saint with a glorious future. Cross Ritualist."

Roland didn't wait for him to interrupt and spoke in a high voice:

"This did not save just one person, Mr. Godion. I hope you understand that Miss Xander Kratover did not survive on her own behalf, nor did she survive because of one Roland Collins who broke the rules."

"She was watched by the Father of All, and was pitied by Him. In that dangerous dreamland, she held onto the light condensed into the holy rope——"

"Mr. Godion, you can only say that I have violated the laws of the church and am a sinner, but you cannot say, 'Roland Collins saved Xander Kratof' - you cannot say that."

Roland lowered his eyes and clasped his hands.

"It is the Father of all who saves those whom He loves..."

Silence fell.

Enid Judith had a straight face, and the corners of her mouth were pulled hard to the back of her head, and her lips were stretched into a straight, white line.

Odel Godion:…

This guy doesn't look like an executive at all.

Especially the executive officer who is directly affiliated with Enid, he thought it should be the kind of "Shouldn't I save my teammates?" I am willing to be punished, but I will always choose to save my teammates——'

He thought this would be the result.

Because of this, he was able to praise Roland, calling him a true executive, a courageous man, and a qualified teammate...

then.

Then punish him according to the rules of the church.

Verbal rewards, actual punishments.

He discussed with Enid Judith that the Lord Advocate did not exonerate Roland Collins...

But what to do now?

This kid brought up the Father of All Things, saying that he was guided by the Father of All Things, and that He asked him to save Xander Kratof - if he punished him...

Didn’t he say it clearly that he didn’t approve of the choice of the Father of All Things?

Odel Godion clenched his fists and became angry.

"...The father of all things is always merciful, Executive Officer Roland Collins. He is right, light and fire." Godion stood straight, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes: "You should be the first to inform the church, Follow the process. Trust me, no one will stop you."

"But you entered the dream without permission, which directly caused the death of five ritualists. Roland Collins, tell me, what mistake did they make?"

I?

Causing the deaths of five ritualists?

Roland glanced at the Cinderella making tea and saw that she was only staring at the smoking spout without speaking or making any expression, and he understood everything in his heart.

After several close calls, they had a tacit understanding.

"The bald guy is cheating on you."

"I'm afraid I can no longer bear such a charge, Mr. Godion."

Roland shook his head.

"I will not bear it, nor can I hide the truth in the dream."

he said.

"The truth?" Godion glanced at Xander subconsciously.

"Yes, the truth, sir." There was sadness in Roland's voice: "That dreamland will create a very special, addictive, and inescapable illusion... Unfortunately, when I fell into the dream, those five brave people Believers have long since perished.”

"Even if I move forward for the mercy of the All-Father, I still cannot find their consciousness that disappeared in the dream..."

"I have no such ability, Mr. Godion."

Speaking of this, Roland also specially explained:

"Of course, I don't think that the five ritualists' belief in the Father of All Things is not firm enough, nor do I think that they are very willing to indulge in pleasure, wine, secrecy between men and women, countless gold pounds, luxurious life and The status of being able to respond to a hundred responses——"

"Sir, I don't think they will indulge in such a vulgar and chaotic illusion. Only the most despicable, despicable and stupid people can easily be deceived by this illusion."

"I don't think that's who they are."

The more Roland spoke, the more silent Godion became.

"I don't think they will be deceived by a dream to the point of forgetting or abandoning their goal of dreaming or why they came here - if I think so, wouldn't it be equivalent to saying that they are not pious and are not worthy at all? Do you want to know your identity?"

"I wouldn't say that, sir."

"What I want to tell you is that the dream was not simple. There must be something in it that we don't understand."

"That thing was the cause of the death of five of my brothers and sisters."

"Otherwise, just because of me, or because of that simple illusion...is this possible?"

impossible.

Not even possible.

Odel Godion muttered silently in his heart, and his eyes became even more sinister: "You may not know that one of the five ritualists is Gao Huan. Roland Collins, tell me. If there is something in the dream that caused their death …”

"How did you survive and awaken Xander Kratof?"

Roland's answer was concise and clear.

“I am but a cord to the Father of All.”

“He had mercy on His cords.”

Enid lowered her head silently.

Like Godion, secretly clenching his fists.