The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 57 Ch.57 Xander lacks qualifications

This is quite interesting.

A nun in a church convent, she longs to be the executive officer of the Inquisition.

During the chat, Xander sheepishly told Roland that the first thing she tried was the path of the Holy Flame under the Judgment Code.

Obviously, she didn't succeed.

"...I was only 9 years old at that time. Wearing an elegant long dress, she walked in the den of cultists, driving the flames to burn those filthy people completely: women, children, the elderly - the judge was only one person, It almost burned the manor to ashes..."

Xander talks about Enid, with undisguised yearning shining in his eyes:

"I can only stay with my grandfather in a safe place until I follow the second team into the scene. Except for Lady Enid, there is no one alive there."

"I have always aspired to become an Executor of the Inquisition..."

"pity…"

"I have no qualifications."

Qualifications.

Roland vaguely remembered that this was the first time he had heard this word.

"Qualifications?"

"Yes, I don't have the qualifications that would allow me to embark on the path of the Holy Flame, which is a pity. "

"I've been working hard for months..."

Having said this, Xander sighed with some disappointment, and then smiled again after a few breaths:

"Fortunately, I have embarked on another great path that can help others."

"The ritualists of the Path of Saints may not be too aggressive at low levels, but we can help and heal those brothers and sisters who are injured while fighting against evil..."

"Like you, Mr. Collins."

Her brisk words enlivened the air in the room.

Ritualists on the Path of Saints seem to be born with the power to influence people's hearts subtly.

"Me too, Miss Kratoff."

Roland wanted to reach out, but suddenly remembered that he had been reminded by three ladies that it was wrong to do so, so he rubbed his fingers, straightened his waist and bowed slightly:

"I am also honored to be able to work with ritual practitioners who have already embarked on the path of greatness when I was an apprentice. Also, please thank Archbishop Kratof for me. When I recover from my injury, I will definitely come to your door..."

Xander covered his mouth and waved his hands gently, saying that it was the responsibility of those who set foot on the road.

She didn't stay in Roland's ward for long. After asking Roland to take a rest, she helped him empty the toilet.

Fernandez came over in the afternoon.

Roland's recovery is getting better and better recently, and he comes to the ward more frequently.

Prepare to take him out of the hospital.

As soon as someone entered the door, he felt as if he were returning to his own home. He took an apple and bit it in his mouth. He moved his hands to the left and right to separate the brochures on his legs.

On them are respectively written: "First Meeting with Ghosts" and "Skinned Book of Alien Species".

Both books are hand-copied, and the covers are very old.

"Lord Enid has been here?" Fernandez glanced at the basket of fruits on the table, which contained many small tomatoes.

Roland: "The apple was sent by Miss Kratofer."

"Oh...huh?"

"K-Kratofer?"

Fernandez's eyes widened.

"What's so surprising about this? She said she was my colleague. As the captain, you didn't know?"

Roland was confused.

Fernandez chewed a few times, his throat rolled for a long time, and then he uttered a sentence:

"I didn't know that she would come to visit you in person."

Why not?

Kratoff is not some noble lady who has to be served by others. As a ring ritualist, he comes to visit his future teammates. Is there any problem...?

"...There is nothing wrong with this matter itself."

Fernandez hesitated, raised his eyes and glanced at Roland: "Just pretend I didn't say that..."

"There are two types of people I hate the most in my life."

"The kind of person who speaks only half of his words."

"Fernandez." Roland called.

"Um?"

"I didn't have to ask about her. It's just that she cast a spell to warm the room, and after she left, something appeared in my head," Roland looked confused, paused and said, "Something appeared, very... It’s very strange, or something strange, anyway…”

"Strange?" Fernandez unconsciously squeezed the booklet in his hand and leaned towards the hospital bed: "What's going on?"

Roland bit his lip and was silent for a moment.

Shaked his head.

"never mind."

Fernandez's breath was stuck in his neck and he almost came up.

"Roland, we are the executive officers of the Tribunal and the closest brothers and sisters. If you encounter any questions that you don't understand, you can tell me..."

Roland lowered his head and said nothing.

"Roland!" Fernandez's expression became serious: "You can speak freely to me. The trouble for you is not a problem for me."

"I…"

Roland hesitated.

"I don't know if I should tell you this..."

Fernandez muttered: "I will keep your secret, I swear to the Father of All."

"Tell me, Roland."

"How you feel."

"Did you tell the nun who was looking after you about this?"

"Is there a voice talking in your head?"

"still…"

Fernandez was already halfway up, ready to go out to look for someone.

"There are indeed voices in my head...some." Roland stopped him.

Fernandez looked solemn: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"It's very fragmentary, paragraph by paragraph..." Roland bent his other hand, pressed his fingers on his temple and rubbed it non-stop, his face wrinkled, "Someone said in my head..."

"it says…"

Slowly.

"look…"

"Half of the words, it's just so uncomfortable."

Fernandez: ...

The room suddenly became quiet.

Fernandez looked at Roland expressionlessly, his thick lips stretched into a line without any arc.

Roland: Hehe.

He stared intently at the innocent-looking boy who was half-sitting on the hospital bed. He pressed his lips together several times and gritted his teeth.

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth:

"You little bastard..."

Roland shrugged: "Now we are equally uncomfortable. Fernandez, I want to listen to the class about ghosts next."

Mr. Priest took a vicious bite of the apple and said, "When you recover from your injury, I will have to train you extra 'seriously' for a while."

"You're going to suffer."

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At least I'm happy now.

"That too."

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Agree.

"Consistent."

So much for the topic of Xander Kratof.

Roland made a joke, but didn't want to continue asking. Because Fernandez made it clear that what he was hiding was not a big secret, it just seemed that there were some things that he couldn't say and couldn't say.

His attitude toward Miss Kratoffer was not favorable.

Although the other party had said a lot of good things about the Inquisition and the Executive Officer before.

The priest drooped his face and opened the book: "...Now I will tell you about ghosts...or, spirit bodies. You are not allowed to interrupt me with your 'little jokes' anymore, do you understand?"

"Ghosts or spirits... they are a kind of..."

Fernandez read the words in the book to Roland.

Spiritual bodies are a broad category.

Although they are less strange than alien species, the powerful ones are equally dangerous.

They do not have to follow the laws of the waking world, and can even form a "field" similar to that of a ritualist in a certain area.