The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 485 Ch.484 Accusation and Speechlessness

Regarding Roland's defense, Odel Godion didn't believe it.

The reason for this is that Xander did not provide any useful information to the church after she woke up: she bluntly said that she was stupid and was lured into a dream by a wooden box. She was tossed in her own memory and could not wake up.

Until Roland split the darkness like a god and extended a saving hand to her...

No more.

Just, no more.

He is the saving hand with the face of a cow and the eyes of a sheep!

This woman describes a man who is extremely handsome, honest, kind and intelligent throughout the whole story, describing how he saved her from danger, describing how much hardship he had to go through, just to save herself——

Gone!

Godion listened, and the more he listened, the more it sounded like those specially customized stories in newspapers specially for ladies and ladies:

Delicate and slender, with tragic life experience, noble skin, beautiful skin, fragile soul, and longing for freedom, the girl is waiting in a high tower for a handsome man with a white horse and a silver helmet, a brave man with a humorous conversation, an upright person, a wealthy family and an extraordinary background.

Just like this passage.

Too damn long.

That's a serialized story.

Godion once had the privilege of working with a female ritualist who often ordered such newspapers.

To put it blasphemously, the man in the story is very different from the Father of All Things.

None of them can be seen by human eyes.

The answer given by Xander Kratof is this:

She clearly expressed her emotions in and out of her words, her emotions towards the person who saved her.

At the same time, she couldn't tell anything useful - about the dream, and about what happened to the five ritualists who had not yet woken up and probably would not wake up in the future.

She knows nothing.

Like a drop of transparent water of unknown composition, it looks very clear.

But as far as Godion is concerned, there is something wrong with this woman with an extraordinary surname...

Xander Kratof.

Granddaughter of Bishop Gary Kratofer.

so…

Innocent and well-behaved? No kidding, they are on the same path.

So Godion doesn’t believe it.

Belief means you have no choice, and disbelief means you have no choice...

Who knows what happened in the dream?

To be serious - the most serious thing is that Roland Collins killed the five ritualists.

But even so, who can know?

If it weren't for Enid Judith behind Roland and Xander, and if there wasn't Gary Kratofer, these two people would have to be responsible for the five dead ritualists.

Now…

What could he say?

Odel Godion finally understood what Enid Judia had teased him about.

'Just like those old guys who didn't want to meet me but sent you here - do you still think that you are carrying some heavy responsibility? ’

Of course he didn't think that those adults were afraid to face Enid, or that they were timid. He just felt that this case was really troublesome and difficult to solve.

"I can only say you were reckless, but I cannot convict you, Roland Collins."

Odel Godion knew he could no longer make the case 'fair'.

But his ambitions, ideals, and the scales that govern his heart and soul are not willing to let this go easily. He wishes he was blind, but he is not.

"But I want to remind you, and, you. Roland Collins, Xander Kratof."

"Although you are executives, you are also like us, surrounding the Father of all things, His followers, the lambs saved by the radiance. I hope you can understand one thing."

"The power possessed by ritualists far exceeds that of ordinary people. This is not the reason for you to trample on the rules."

These words are very important, far more than a warning.

Even like accusations.

Odell Godion said in a solemn voice, his eyes turning towards Enid for a moment:

"Having a good background and strong support is not a wrong thing. But I want to remind you - this pillar does not exist forever, and those who rely on it to act recklessly have also lost their morals and beliefs."

He ignored Enid's presence, stared at them like a spy closely monitoring people, and said bluntly:

"I can tell you what would happen if a ritual practitioner of the same low level but with a humble background encountered such a situation——"

he said.

"Roland Collins will be punished for a crime close to blasphemy, and you, Miss Xander Kratove, if this surname does not have a respected bishop, you should also be responsible for your recklessness and five promising people. "

"You're lucky."

"But some morals and beliefs have been lost."

Roland yawned quietly.

Since it's impolite to open your mouth like a crocodile in public, it's just a 'muffled yawn' - very unpleasant.

It's a bit similar to the physical feeling of being about to come, about to come, and always approaching but unable to reach the end.

He listened quietly and said nothing to refute Godion's accusation.

He even thought that what the other person said was not wrong - from his point of view and identity.

It's like the directors are keen on pliing those beautiful boys and girls with alcohol, and then picking them up and holding them to have fun together and go to heaven together - this is considered a gift to them, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Everyone has a time when they like to argue about right and wrong, and for children living in the workhouse, this time is very short.

However, some people did not come from the workhouse.

"Oh, I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Godion."

Xander smoothed his hair, picked up the kettle and poured it into the flask.

"Are you accusing us of using our powerful background to do evil things - even if the evil thing is to save people's lives?"

"We have no way of knowing whether the five ritualists would have survived without the intervention of Roland Collins - maybe they could." Godion narrowed his eyes: "If they could, of course it would be Roland Collins' fault. "

"Of course, Miss Kratoffer. If it weren't for your recklessness, this situation would not have happened at all. Don't you have a trace of guilt? Those are five living lives, and they died because of you."

What if Roland hadn't intervened?

More people will die, ugly monsters.

Xander smiled gently and lifted the flask. Odell thought she was going to serve him and pushed the porcelain cup forward.

Then.

Just watching her pour herself a cup of tea and pour Roland a cup of tea.

Godion:…

He took a deep breath of the tea.

"That's not 'dying because of me', sir." The girl held the tea cup in both hands, her young and unripe face full of innocence and well-behavedness: "That's 'sacrifice'. Sir, hasn't Holy Cross made even a single sacrifice in these years?" A rescue mission?"

"We saved people, but the ritualists died. Do we have to say to those survivors: Repent, sinners. In order to save you, we lost three teammates - do we have to say this?"

"That's not who died."

"They just sacrifice."

"Didn't Holy Cross have even one mission due to recklessness in these years? Do we expect ignorant mortals to not be ignorant, or do we expect evil cultists not to be evil?"

"Every time, do we have to tell the survivors, who died because of you?"

Xander was neither slow nor fast, just like the mist slowly rising in front of his eyes.

"As for the 'background' you mentioned..."

"Of course." She smiled softly at Godion: "If my grandfather, if my presiding judge, if the two high-ring ritualists can't let me have the privilege - Mr. Godion, I will be with those mud pickers. What’s the difference between crumbs and lowlifes?”

"I would like to ask."

she said.

"Among the five ritualists sent to rescue me, are there any people with extraordinary backgrounds?"

"Can't they all be specially selected by certain people, have no background, have bad relations with senior officials, and fall into the category of 'acceptable losses'?"

Xander looked at Godion innocently and spoke like a child:

"Your upright commandments should not only be whipped at me, but should also be waved upward from time to time to whip those who deserve to be whipped more..."

"I'm afraid you won't dare to do that by then..."

Xander paused for a moment, covered his lips and smiled softly: "Am I looking down on you?"