The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 56 Ch56 The Saint's Path

Chapter 56 Ch.56 The Road to Saints

The girl's name is Xander.

Xander Kratof.

Very good, this surname is familiar to Roland, and the hair color is the same.

"You mean my grandpa?"

The girl's voice was so soft that Roland didn't dare to interrupt, for fear that it would be deformed at the slightest touch.

She brought Roland a much richer lunch than usual, and some apples with water hanging on them.

After entering the room, he found a small stool to sit on, holding his chin and staring at him with his lake-blue eyes.

She smelled like orange.

The nun's clothes were washed very clean, and the same small silver cross hung on the chest. When she sat with her legs crossed in front of Roland's bed, the toes of two brown boots were exposed from under the corners of her robe, swinging restlessly.

Roland noticed that these boots were the cleanest of all the boots he had ever seen.

Like new.

"Roland Collins."

She calmly tucked her scattered gray hair behind her ears and raised the brim of her hat, revealing the curly hair on her forehead: "I heard from grandpa that you are really amazing."

When Roland turned around, the girl looked a little shy and pressed her legs closer together.

"This looks like it suits you, Roland."

Are you so anxious to marry me off?

"Aha."

"That's the real ritualist..." Xander stared at Roland with dazzling eyes, like an animal with a strong thirst for knowledge. "But you are still an apprentice. It's unbelievable. They said that the Tribunal has another genius..."

"Thanks to Mrs. Chloe for the help." Roland would not follow her words: "I just came to the end of the road and had to fight to the death..."

"That's surprising enough!"

Xander clearly had more intellectual curiosity.

She began to inquire.

It was different from Mrs. Cherry Chloe’s concerned and urgent ‘questioning’.

She was like a gentle breeze, chatting with Roland gently: after he finished a sentence, she gently added another sentence, and waited for Roland to continue, without any rush.

She paid more attention to Roland's injuries and felt ashamed of the cultists.

But whether he scolds or cares, it makes people feel gentle.

It's like the gentleness is engraved in the bones, and there is a sense of comfort that is not noticeable.

"Excuse me for being rude, Miss Kratoff. You are here today..."

"Don't you know yet?" Xander rounded his mouth in surprise, "That's right, I was transferred to Mr. Dewenson. When you recover from your injury, we will be colleagues."

She touched her breast with one hand.

"Code of Mercy, Path of the Saints, One Ring Ritualist: Xander Kratof. "

After saying that, the girl smiled and bowed: "It's my honor to work with you, Mr. Collins."

Roland was surprised.

The girl in front of me who is about the same age as me...

Already a formal ceremony person?

Since he joined the church, he has never seen a ritualist as old as Xander Kratof.

She is too young.

"I came into contact with "mystery" and "the world of sleep" earlier than the average person. Plus some coincidences. She stroked her hair, her eyes twinkling, "It's nothing big." "

This is already amazing.

"You are truly amazing." Xander rolled his eyes, "The light of the Holy Cross shines on every upright and pious heart. Except for the cultists who do evil everywhere, we will never distinguish between closeness and distance by road. Use principles to identify distance and distance.”

She suddenly stretched out her hand and placed it gently on the back of Roland's hand. With the other hand, she grasped the silver cross on her chest, closed her eyes and prayed:

"May this suffering man be healed of his pain."

"His heroic deeds will reach Eden..."

Suddenly a breeze blew through the room, as warm and comfortable as a medicinal spring, and invisible power flowed endlessly from her palms.

Roland felt his body become warm.

A sun without blazing light seemed to appear on top of his head, baking his cheeks with heat: the heat dissipated the coldness and dampness seeping in from the cracks in the stone wall, and rolled back and forth on the gray quilt several times. , making it feel fluffy and soft.

"Only for a little while."

Seeing Roland's surprise, Xander covered his mouth and smiled shyly: "A friend was here to recuperate, but after he recovered from his injury, he contracted the cold."

The girl's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. She accepted her thanks and introduced to Roland:

"The part I am in, "Nurse," can slightly control my own or other people's physical conditions,"

Xander pointed to Roland's shoulder, and his thin lips turned upward into a crescent moon: "Ease the discomfort...I will be a good colleague, Mr. Collins."

"…Nurse?"

"Yes, 'Nurse', the path to 'Saint', one link. "

Xander raised one hand in the air and pointed towards the place where the warm current came from:

"In addition, we can also raise or lower the temperature around the body to a limited extent, and through the eyes, we can see the 'color' emanating from the target, which represents the vitality of life. Although we are not all the best doctors, we can Each of us does know a lot about this.”

"Mr. Collins, this is a great road that gives people hope."

“Mercy is not the same as judgment.”

"So are churches, monasteries and inquisitions."

“We are more willing to ‘give’ than to ‘take back’.”

The girl has a good sense of proportion.

Unlike many people Roland met, she didn't seem to have any 'special' views on the Inquisition and the Executive. Given that she belonged to a church monastery and was the granddaughter of Archbishop Gary Kratofer - from a standpoint, It’s not easy enough.

"In this sand castle that is gradually penetrated by sea water, the executive holds a sharp knife and holds a flag high, vowing to live and die with the city."

"And we prefer to lead those ignorant lambs to migrate long distances, higher up the sand bank away from the waves."

"There is no conflict, Mr. Collins."

Xander's smile was peaceful, as gentle as the breeze in spring that was ordered not to disturb people's deep sleep: "I don't hate the executive, on the contrary. Although I also..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she explained to Roland a little urgently: "...I know very well that without the executives who are on the front line against cultists and alien species, not only the citizens, but also the church will inevitably be affected. Executives are the real heroes..."

Although Roland had not been a member of the Tribunal for a long time, he had seen to some extent other people's attitudes towards the Executor.

This Miss Xander Kratoff is really a rare one.

"Because my original dream was to become someone like Lady Enid Judith."

The girl twisted her hair and said to Roland sheepishly.

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"Principle: Mercy"

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"The Path of the Saints"

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"One Ring: Nurse"

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"Manipulation: Slightly adjust body condition, relieve discomfort, and can slightly regulate temperature within a certain range."