The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 71 Ch.71 Heresy!

"Don't worry, Collins."

After arriving at Ximanlis, they first found a place to stay - the local church.

After dinner, they would visit the lady the next day.

After dinner, Shandel accidentally "ran into" Roland outside the room.

"Me?"

To be honest, Roland didn't care at all.

Besides, he was right. If Crow was really a traitor and took action under the pretext of teaching an apprentice a lesson, all of them would be in danger.

"Mr. Crow..."

Shandel looked around, thought about it, and invited Roland to talk in the prayer room.

This Mr. Yinshen, whose real name is unknown, was actually a teammate of Devinson five years ago.

They belonged to the same team, led by an executive of the Inquisition: he and Fernandez Devinson each led a few people, and while following orders, they were responsible for hunting down a cult organization under the command of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

After that...

something happened.

Except for him and Devinson, the whole team was wiped out.

And the one who caused all this was the captain.

"…I see."

Traitor?

Roland hesitated: "He and Fernandez seem to..."

Shandel sighed softly: "You may not believe it, Collins. That gentleman does not hate Devinson, but hates..."

She uttered a name.

"Lady Enid."

Roland was confused.

Lady Enid?

The generous, excellent, kind, beautiful lady who helped him in the most dangerous moment?

Shandel leaned towards Roland and spoke close to his ear.

Bringing a faint smell of green orange.

Roland's eyes flickered.

He wanted to speak to stop Shandel...

But it should be too late.

"I heard..."

"Kratov, please wait a moment--"

"It seems that gentleman is very dissatisfied with the ritualists of the Tribunal, who are led by a woman..."

Sure enough, a sinister voice came from behind.

"If you want to talk about my story, you don't have to refer to 'that person', Miss Kratov."

Xindel shuddered and turned around suddenly.

Crow was standing behind the two of them.

He glanced at Roland and said sarcastically: "Do you know why I don't like these weak women who can't do anything? Because they are too easy to be tempted."

He suddenly leaned down and stared at the gray-haired girl who shrank back.

"If that slut hadn't been bewitched by the cultists and led us into a trap, my brother wouldn't have died."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Roland again:

"I don't deny that Enid is a powerful ritualist."

"But that doesn't mean she can lead the Inquisition on the right path."

"Because of that slut's foolish love, Devinson and I lost eight experienced and promising team members - this is just the consequence of a captain's betrayal."

"If Enid made a mistake one day, as the presiding judge, Roland Collins, tell me, how many people will she take with her to die?"

"This is not a job a woman can do,"

After he finished speaking, he moved his eyes to Shandel: "Do you understand? Why did Archbishop Kratov recommend you to the Supervisory Bureau instead of the Inquisition? Your gender is defective."

Shandel blushed and wanted to argue, but didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Roland stood up slowly, facing the crow, and said with a smile:

"Ms. Enid has helped me a lot, sir."

"Yes, yes, that's right. Women love children by nature, right?" The crow's face was full of malice, and his tone was mocking: "It seems that except for men and children, there is no place in the world for them to vent their strong emotions and curiosity."

Roland smiled unchanged, and continued softly, his tone becoming more and more respectful: "But this is enough, sir. Without them, how did we come to this world."

The crow didn't care: "This is the only thing they can do."

Roland made a "hmm" sound, chewing the word slowly, and his smile was extremely bright:

"I don't know, sir. "Creating human beings" is something that even gods can't do. In your mouth, it's so easy... for your mother - oh, I mean, you... are really admirable. "

Roland didn't think there was any problem.

But when he found that even Shandel was looking at him in shock...

he knew that he had said something wrong.

"Heresy! "

The crow stopped mocking him and became more serious.

He stabbed Roland with a vicious look, and his roar echoed in the high-ceilinged hall: "Heresy! !"

But before he could continue, a figure at the corner spoke in a deep voice.

"Roland."

Fernandez, who had just cleaned up the room, still had water drops on his forehead.

He looked down and glanced at the crow.

He interrupted the conversation that was about to become serious.

"It's time to rest. "

…………

……

Roland and Fernandez share one room, Crow shares one, and Shandel shares another.

They live separately, but their rooms are next to each other.

The room smells a little musty, but there are not too many cobwebs.

It's very simple.

The luggage of the two people is in the corner, and there is a candlestick on the table, with several candles tied together with ropes.

There is also a box of cigarettes and matches.

Fernandez waited until Roland finished washing his face before lighting a cigarette and letting him sit opposite him.

"We need to talk, Roland."

"I said the wrong thing today, right?"

"Yes." Fernandez held his cigarette and nodded, "But it doesn't matter. Who doesn't know that women can give birth to children?" He made a joke, and then told Roland more seriously:

"But no one can publicize something that everyone knows."

"Because it is the Father of all things who created mankind."

“Without the blood of the benefactor flowing into the mouths of greedy women, they would not have the power to procreate – thus, the first child was born in the world.”

This is all written in the doctrine.

"You should take a closer look, or stop bickering with others."

Roland was silent.

Ms. Enid helped him so much and saved his life...

What that gentleman said was terrible.

This is not something one sibling should say to another sibling.

He didn't want to hear Enid being insulted.

"I thought we were fighting together."

Roland questioned softly.

"Of course we fight together, you think too much, Roland." Fernandez said happily, "Crow and Enid have handled countless cases together. He just talks viciously, I have never seen him dare to challenge Enid head-on. Lord Ned - I wish he would dare, but he never does."

Otherwise Enid would have left him lame for at least half a year.

Just thinking about it makes Fernandez excited.

——One day, he vowed to treat everyone in the Tribunal to a good meal.

"A necrophiliac who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

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Accurate assessment, this time I agree.

"I guess there was something in your conversation with Kratof tonight that made him angry. Otherwise, he shouldn't be treating you..."

indeed.

"Miss Kratoff talked to me a little..."

Hearing Roland mention this matter, Fernandez's eyes couldn't help but darken.

His former captain…

"...She's not a slut, Roland."

"She was just bewitched."

The strong man put out his cigarette, smacked his lips a few times, and lit another one for himself.

Gray-white smoke curled above their heads.

Fernandez recalled:

"...That's a poor guy."