The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 512 Ch.511 The Priest’s Secret

Roland thought he could definitely joke.

He just wanted to know which gifted person created such an interesting joke - just like Enid had saved him, now he also wanted to try to save this gifted friend in the mud. .

"Let him undergo the baptism of fire, right?"

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I'm just asking.

"You have to be able to joke, you joker."

Roland asked the coachman, and of course the answer was still the 'friend' - in fact, he couldn't tell the difference between the church, the monastery and the tribunal, and with the description, Roland also roughly knew where the man got the 'secret' from.

"It's really unseemly to do that."

Roland believed that the word "decency" should not be applied to the church, nor should it even be applied to the entire Holy Cross or even the group of ritual practitioners.

You can hardly call a ritual performer who asks for a dead baby as a sacrifice decent, nor can you call a priest who asks a holy boy to kneel down and praise the holy spear decent - maybe they will pull a white and dust-free belt when they 'test' the holy boy. 'Holy Cloth'... Is this respectable?

After hearing this, Roland said with half amazement: "I'm afraid I'm going to be very impressed with you, sir."

The driver was also very happy.

It's so worth it to exchange a 'secret' for a young gentleman to say 'sir' - you know, except for that, the wife will talk nonsense and call her 'sir', 'my lord', and 'thumb'. King' and the like, he has lived for most of his life, but no one has ever called him 'Sir'.

oh.

There are also.

A few years ago, he was sitting on the roadside, eating half a fish left over from lunch, when he heard a passing man and his lady murmur:

‘This gentleman is enjoying himself as if he is trying to figure out some great truth from that fish. ’

The woman smiled charmingly.

The coachman asked his wife to imitate him that night, but he laughed several times in a row and it didn't feel right. In the end, he had to declare defeat amidst his wife's impatient swear words.

gentlemen.

What a beautiful, elegant word.

Behind the breath sound passing through the mouth and the curves of the tongue belly and tip are innate nobility - too many people learn to use it, but the real dignity is not to use it, but to allow others to use it on themselves.

"You are indeed a well-educated gentleman. It is my honor to serve you."

The coachman said solemnly.

Roland answered equally solemnly: "It is also an honor for me to listen to you tell the 'secret'... But I think I should pay something for my curiosity - I don't want to insult a well-intentioned and well-intentioned person with that dirty and smelly coin. Nice talkative guy.”

Not insulting at all.

The coachman cursed.

Please feel free to do so.

I think so, but I dare not really say it. He was worried that if he angered this person, he would be beaten with a cane. After attracting the police, he would then fine himself a large amount of money. If he couldn't pay, he would be sent to a cold cell——

"What's this! Sir, if you want to hear it, I have other things..."

However, Roland was not prepared to listen to 'others'.

"I think I might as well repay him with the same secret." Roland's tone also became mysterious, and he leaned his upper body towards the car: "...a secret I got through my father. An absolutely true secret."

The coachman knew in his heart that most of what he had learned from his friends had added or subtracted something.

But what this young gentleman said...

Absolutely! right! real! Reality!

Big shot.

How could he have the time to lie to himself?

That's good.

When the work is over, he will have something to talk about...maybe he can get his wife to do something else?

"I promise not to tell anyone."

Roland smiled and said, "It's just a short story." He said, "It's about the church."

"church?"

"Holy Cross." Roland explained: "My father's brother's son often goes to church..."

The coachman took advantage of the situation and answered: "My wife also went there, spent a lot of money, and was beaten severely by me - it seems that the father of all things did not come to save her when I beat her... Haha!"

Roland also laughed a few times: "Yeah, it costs a lot of money. I mean, my brother...my father's...oh..."

The coachman reminded: "The son of the father's brother."

"Yes, the son of his father's brother," Roland said. "The poor boy is the youngest in the family. He is handsome and loved by everyone——" The coachman added: "But he is definitely not as handsome as you!"

"Much more handsome than me." Roland's voice weakened: "...One day, when he was waiting for his father after praying, he was led back to the bedroom by a priest..."

The driver also fell silent.

His honed premonition told him that a shocking secret was about to emerge.

"...When he woke up, he found that he was in pain everywhere."

really!

The coachman was shaking with excitement!

——But like a seasoned hunter, he forcibly suppressed his curiosity and breathed softly, for fear that a cough would bring this young gentleman back to his senses and realize that he had made a mistake and realized that he should not have said anything. Tell such a secret to a mud toe.

If this gentleman had reacted, he would have missed it!

Patience is an essential quality for a good hunter.

The coachman thought about it and cursed in his mind that the horse's hoofs were too heavy.

Nothing like him, this old guy knows when to be quiet.

"So..." He heard the gentleman behind the car stop talking, and after thinking about it again and again, he asked carefully: "...He was injured?"

"Ah, that's right." Talking about this, the young man from the noble family, who was rarely seen in the dark, was extremely ashamed: "That pastor is really hateful - no, I am not blaming the church, I am also a devout believer. But the pastor... I want to say that the pastor is not a good person!"

"Those white robes?" The driver was surprised: "They would hurt a child?! Thank you! How old is your father's brother's son?"

"Eight years old."

"Too young!" He said: "About the same age as my third daughter... How could he abuse a child?"

After the driver asked, Roland didn't want to say anything.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Please tell me quickly! Otherwise, I won't have the strength to work hard at night!" He said something obscene, wiped his nose, and pulled the thick rope in his hand while begging, "I promise not to tell anyone! Sir!"

Roland sighed.

"It's really embarrassing. You don't know me, and I don't know you. But if this gets out, you'll be in trouble."

"Trouble?"

"Yes, it's shameful for a shepherd to have an affair with an eight-year-old lamb--"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The young man seemed to be annoyed by his stupidity. He angrily cursed a dirty word that was not really dirty. Like a worm in a honey pot, he twisted and turned and ignored the driver again.

--Until he got off the car, he didn't give him a good look. He threw the coin on the board, held the cane, said goodbye, and hurried away without looking back.

The driver picked up the coin, wiped it on his clothes twice, and put it in his pocket.

He spit at the back of the black-haired figure.

"Pah!"

The wheels creaked.

He stopped for a while, smoked two cigarettes, and met a few acquaintances-it's hard to say who doesn't know who in this business.

"...I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else." The driver leaned against the wheel and chatted with three or two people who were also resting. "Just now, I heard a big thing..."

"That's right, don't spread it, it has nothing to do with me if you get into trouble..."

"Yes. The man in the white robe... is a pastor! A pastor! Blind! Have you never seen a pastor?"

"Of course I can guarantee it! That man looked delicate and knew nothing. I just coaxed him and he told me everything..."

"It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes before... I swear! My wife's friend's husband took me to see it - the child limped out of the church, just imagine what the hole was like?"

"Go away! Stop disgusting me!"