The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 52 Ch.52 Fernandez’s warning

Cherie Chloe didn't stay long.

After she left, Fernandez came in.

With the smell of smoke.

"I thought I would have to stay out in the wind all night."

"Don't be ridiculous, Fernandez."

The strong man lifted the stool and lowered it to his buttocks, like a bear sitting on a nail.

"I think you are the one who likes to joke, Roland." Fernandez pointed at him a few times and looked at him unkindly: "Do you know who you killed?"

Roland was surprised: "I didn't have time to ask his name."

Fernandez: ...

little bastard.

Mr. Priest's breath was stuck in his throat and he glared at him fiercely: "...That's the real ritualist. "

There were no outsiders in the room, and the man no longer concealed the anger in his voice: "Any ritualist is stronger than you, and has many times more experience than you - how dare you expose a cultist on the spot and attack him? , instead of going to the Tribunal or the Supervisory Bureau for help?”

"Even if you send a servant here, you won't be injured like this."

What Fernandez said was the truth, not a threat: "Your waist is broken, and your intestines are like cooked noodles. You want to be able to roll them up with a fork. The bones in your shoulders and upper arms are broken, as well as the metacarpals and calves." Fractures of varying degrees.”

Roland was speechless.

he looks like…

It doesn't seem that serious? \b

He was indeed a little unable to straighten his back, but the pain in his arms and arms did not seem to be as 'terrible' as Fernandez said.

"It was Lady Enid who found Bishop Kratoff, and the ritualists from the Inspection Bureau and I arrived in time - and we must be thankful that we haven't entered the 'season of death' yet. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether you can survive."

It's not a question of whether to save him or not, but because of Roland's injuries at the time, it would be difficult for him to hold on until the high-level ritualists were ready for the ceremony.

"Death season?"

Fernandez was furious and frightened.

There are only a few executive officers.

He tapped Roland's forehead with his thick fingers, much harder than Cherry just now.

Press Roland's head into the pillow so hard.

“Every winter, when everything dies, is also called the ‘season of death’.”

"Because church ritualists can perform some expensive but effective rituals - such as special rituals to expel minor diseases, deal with trauma, or extend life in a short period of time..."

"That is a ceremony that truly borrows the power of the gods and involves the gods."

"Except in the winter."

"Winter is the domain of the White Crown Lord of the Wasteland. Our special rituals cannot take effect in winter."

This was the first time he had heard of the Death Season.

It turns out that the ceremony still has such restrictions.

Fernandez waved his hand: "Just a few, a few special rituals...Are you interrupting?"

Roland shook his head innocently.

"They call us Burners, saying that we are all a group of extremist believers who are reckless and don't rely on their brains to think. I don't think anyone is as reckless as you. You can break the record, Roland. Only apprentices dare to attack formal ritualists."

"Thank you, Fernandez." Roland pressed his forehead against Fernandez's finger: "Ms. Chloe's shooting skills are very accurate. It's a pity that she doesn't become a police detective."

"I didn't praise you."

Fernandez replied and rubbed his face with both big hands: "I am also responsible. I originally planned to tell you slowly..."

After saying that, he looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you always encounter this kind of thing?"

Roland knew as soon as he heard that Fernandez had suffered.

He showed his white teeth and gloated immorally: "Did you get scolded?"

Fernandez snorted and squinted at him.

That's not the case.

Lady Enid scolded her.

‘You can’t even teach the reserves? The approach to dealing with aliens, ghosts, and cultists is basic... What's going on in your head all day? ’

‘Are you planning to stay as an executive for a few more years? ’

‘Fernandez, promotion is not what you want, is it? ’

‘How about I use my connections to transfer you to the Supervision Bureau? Compared to being an executive, you might be better at helping the noble master raise horses, right? ’

A yesterday that is unbearable to look back on.

Not only did Enid not give him a good look, some of the old people in the court also looked at him strangely.

To be honest, it's not that he didn't teach him, it's that he didn't have time.

Step by step, it will take some time to learn this. What's more, based on Roland's daily activities - except when he goes home, he is either with himself or in the trial court. Fernandez never imagined that he would encounter these things one after another.

Why did he catch up?

An apprentice?

"So fundamentally speaking, it's still you Fernandez..."

Fernandez looked up and glared at him.

Roland pursed his lips, but his face was full of smiles.

"well."

Seeing his appearance, the priest could no longer be serious.

He scratched his scalp and said in a muffled voice: "Actually, you did a pretty good job... Well, I mean, we do this all the time. Without defense..."

"Just hit it suddenly and hard!"

"Executive officers are not the 'ladies' of the Supervision Bureau," he clenched his fist and waved slightly: "...It's just that I have never seen an apprentice dare to do this. You are really good at it."

Roland: "I had no choice, Fernandez. At that time, he had already attacked Mrs. Chloe. I don't know how serious the consequences would be if he continued to set up the scene." In order to save people, I could only interrupt him. "

"I didn't have time to send for help."

Fernandez raised his eyebrows, and there was something in his words: "Don't think I'm easy to deceive."

"Except for the little Taylor girl and Chloe, all the ladies in the house were injured... Do you know? If Lady Enid hadn't come forward, you would definitely go to court - some say you 'bumped' her , and turned a blind eye to her request for help.”

"To be exact, it's 'kick away'."

Roland was very calm about this.

"I don't know those ladies. They have to survive on their own."

"I am blind after all."

Fernandez twitched the corner of his mouth and was silent for a while.

"...I now think it's a good thing that you didn't embark on the path of the Holy Flame." He muttered: "You won't go far on this path."

"Fernandez?"

"Your 'qualifications' are not enough."

The man seemed to know Roland for the first time.

After this young man with top-notch looks and usually gentleness tore away the warm skin, there was only frozen indifference in his eyes.

Fernandez looked away and stopped looking at Roland.

He talks about the attack that happened three days ago.

There is also a coincidence in this.

"Do you remember the living corpse on Fleet Street?"

"It was summoned by the ritualist who was killed by you and Cherry Chloe."

At this point, Fernandez couldn't help but become curious: "How did you determine that he was a cultist? How dare you attack him directly? Do you know that if you guessed wrong-"

Roland pointed to his nose: "The smell of the living corpse that attacked me, the smell of him, and the smell of the box under the table are all too familiar."

Fernandez's eyes widened in disbelief: "Smell?"

"Yes, it's the smell, Fernandez. People with bad eyes usually have good ears and noses."

In fact, what made Roland take action was the familiar red color in his eyes.

Second, is the smell.

But he couldn't explain it to Fernandez.

"...The traitors of the Ring of Silence! They actually got involved with the Cradle of Flesh. That organization is like a prostitute who doesn't refuse anyone who comes..."

Fernandez cursed: "There were three ritualists at the banquet that night. One was the traitor of the Ring of Eternal Silence, the first ring; the other two were the ritualists of the Cradle of Flesh, one the second ring, and the other the first ring. ”

"Only those lunatics dared to instigate three low-level losers to come to the banquet and provoke..."

"What is the use?"

"Trash is still trash..."

But.

Roland didn't understand.

"Attack and kill the rich and nobles at the banquet...Who are you provoking?"

"Furthermore, Fernandez, the cultist seems to be interested in the Inquisition...no, the Church..."

Roland recalled the man's tone and demeanor at that time. He always felt that it was not just the hatred of the mouse towards the cat.

Besides, the three low-ring ritualists...

Is it too little?

This question directly hit the angry priest.

He tilted his face and didn't answer.