The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 72 Ch72 They are not easy to mess with

Chapter 72 Ch.72 They are not easy to mess with

Fernandez and Crow don't disagree much.

To some extent, Roland believed that the two of them were similar, except that Fernandez had more respect for Enid.

What happened to them before was passed over lightly by the man holding the cigarette.

‘It’s a story about being bewitched by cultists and then being made into a nest by them. ’

Roland didn't know what a 'birth nest' was, and the word just sounded uncomfortable.

Anyway, she died.

Half a year after her defection, another team of executives discovered her in the carriage of a carriage after wiping out a cult organization disguised as a song and dance group.

Apart from the torso used for giving birth, only one of her heads remains.

"You shouldn't have said those things in church, Roland."

Fernandez pulled Roland back from his wandering thoughts and warned him very seriously.

"Heresy is no misdemeanor. If the crows bother you on this issue, and the Kratov girl doesn't speak up for you, you're going to be in trouble."

This is actually not bad.

Between Enid and himself, and the fact that there was no such thing as a 'faction' in the Inquisition, Fernandez was just scaring him.

But what if Roland dared to speak like this in a crowded place?

He's really in trouble.

Holy Cross has more than just an institution: the Inquisition.

The outside world is not all kind to Holy Cross.

"You must be careful in your words and deeds. I discovered very early on, Roland, that you seem to have completely different views on many things - I don't know who led you in the direction of blasphemy or heresy, but from today on Judging from this, you need to be vigilant.”

A heretic is okay, but if he is accused of heresy, he will have a hard time within the church.

Even if Lord Enid is partial enough, it won't work, because when that happens, it won't just be the Inquisition involved.

Roland thought of Xander's surprised eyes just now, and realized how much 'truth' he had denied in public.

"It was my fault, Fernandez. I promise there won't be a next time."

Roland bowed his head to Fernandez sincerely and admitted his mistake.

Compared to the workhouse, which was almost in a barbaric era, he became more and more aware that the dangers in this developed city did not entirely come from 'power'.

Different fields are filled with different rules.

If the trespasser does not abide by it...

At least, Roland currently has no power not to abide by it.

Fernandez blew away the smoke and patted him on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter, you are favored by Lord Enid, Crow... He only likes to have fun, and the Inquisition does not engage in the bad things of the Supervisory Bureau and the church monastery. "

Roland nodded and asked again: "You just mentioned the pagans...Miss Kratofer also mentioned: the Art Association and the Maelstrom. Including the previous Ring of Eternal Silence."

Roland had read the scriptures, which were not friendly enough to the believers of these alien gods.

"But neither the executive, nor the church, seems to be very fond of them..."

"It doesn't matter at all?" Fernandez smiled, and after talking about heretics, he relaxed: "Yes, compared to heretics, heretics are nothing."

Seeing Roland's confusion, Fernandez gave him an analogy.

On the difference between heretics and heretics.

He asked Roland: "Do you have any vegetables you hate?"

"...Kalan?"

Fernandez nodded, "Okay, just kale. In my case... just parsley. Then, listen to the following paragraph."

A: Hello, do you like to eat vegetables?

B: I like it.

A: Great! Me too! What vegetables do you like to eat?

B: It tastes good and is good for health.

A: Great! Me too! So, which vegetables do you think can achieve the above two points you mentioned?

B: Green.

A: Awesome! I also think it's green.

B: Really? Then we thought of going together. That’s not bad. Are you a vegetable lover too?

A: Of course! Tell me, tell me your favorite.

B: Kale.

A: ...How disgusting! You actually like kale. I think parsley is--

B: You are quite disgusting too. Just hearing the word parsley makes me sick.

Now, another person has joined the conversation.

A: Hello, do you like to eat vegetables?

C: I don’t like it.

The conversation ends.

Fernandez rubbed his feet, touched his nose and sniffed, then got under the quilt.

"do you understand?"

Several candles were blown out, leaving only the shortest ones, swaying ineffectively and slowly dying.

The room gradually darkened.

Roland also got under the quilt and exposed his head.

"What you mean is that heresy is basically recognized and the key is different; heresy is different from the very beginning..."

Roland said to himself: "Heretics are like eating with each other at one table, and heretics are at another table... Therefore, we hate heretics even more and ignore heretics because they are fundamentally different from us. "

"That's right." Fernandez admired Roland's ability to understand. He was definitely not just a pretty face. "Of course, if we talk about the difference in private..."

"Then pagans are more difficult to deal with."

He made a joke that wasn't a joke.

Pagans are indeed not easy to deal with.

The "Maelstrom" is a group of fanatical naturalists who believe in the ruler of the quadruple spiral cycle, barbarians who attack whenever they disagree.

Not to mention the Yilett Art Association, which holds the road to the "organ".

Those who can join there are either nobles, extremely rich, or extremely rich nobles.

After being labeled as art, even if cultists dance ballet inside, the executive has to apply for a search step by step.

— if you don’t want to antagonize the entire upper class.

Pagans are not to be trifled with.

"Nobles are not easy to mess with either...?"

Roland was thoughtful.

"That's right, because of the "blue-blooded nobleman". "

In the darkness, Fernandez's voice was clearly audible: "You should understand from the name that this is an alliance formed spontaneously by nobles."

“There are ritualists and there are mortals.”

"You'd better stay away from them. That's why I told you last time, Roland."

"Otherwise, why do you think so few ritualists go out to provoke nobles?"

Fernandez said: "...the low seat is a mortal, and the high seat is a ritual person. The low seat provides support from connections, money and power, while the high seat provides mysterious protection - this complex and close community of interests is very troublesome. , a ritualist once killed a noble, and the result..."

"The blue-blood nobleman's high seat avenged him."

"These people are born noble, equally arrogant in the waking world and the sleeping world."

Roland listened quietly: "I remember that at Mrs. Cherry Chloe's reception, those cultists attacked many ladies?"

Fernandez snorted and asked: "Apart from the ones killed by you and Cherry Chloe, do you want to know what happened to the remaining two cultists?"

Mr. Priest gave an answer that surprised Roland.

It's not a trial, it's not a prison sentence, it's not a torture.

Those two cult ritualists from the Cradle of Flesh...

Disappeared.

"What does 'disappear' mean?" Roland turned sideways, and the dim moonlight illuminated Fernandez.

The other party was expressionless, staring at the bare ceiling, and his voice joked: "The so-called 'disappearance' means that I am not sure whether those two people are dead, whether they were tortured, whether they were tried or restricted..."

"We caught those two guys, and then the blue bloods and the National Security Agency came to the door."

"They took people away, and so far, there is no news at all."

"The reason why I didn't want to tell you before is the same - Ritualists are not complicated, and London is not complicated either. But London and Ritualists are made up of human beings."

He turned his head and looked at Roland faintly.

"Human beings are complex."

Inquisition...

Blue-blooded nobleman…

National Security Agency…

The candlelight disappeared completely.

"I can tell you frankly that they should be let go. So, you know why I let you stay in the mission hospital for a longer period of time."

Fernandez sighed. He didn't want to say this to Roland, but he would soon grow from a 'boy' to a 'young man' - sooner or later he would have to get in touch with it and sooner or later he would understand it.

"The Inquisition is a pure people..."

"But that doesn't mean we can do anything."

"The messenger holds a sword and a shield."

"Sword or shield, which one is us...?"

Roland thought for a while: "I understand, Fernandez. There is no accident. I will not provoke the nobles casually... Oh, by the way, I heard Ms. Enid say a word. Can you tell me what it means? ?"

"What?" Fernandez asked.

"Secret message."

Fernandez:?

"...Why does Lady Enid always tell you this knowledge that you shouldn't know yet?"

"Enid: Because he made it up, idiot. Damn it, I just stare at him every day."

"Actually, you have seen the secret message a long time ago, Roland."

Fernandez said.

"The holy water ceremony is a secret transmission."

He told Roland that in fact, secret transmission, including knowledge such as 'Great Technique' and 'Invisible Technique', generally requires one to become a formal ritual practitioner before he can gradually come into contact with it.

"The secret transmission may be knowledge corresponding to the road, or a ritual. It may also be a poem praising the road or the gods."

"It may be the application method of a certain skill, a story, or a fragment. It may also be useless iron or hair, an obscure hint that is difficult to understand - it is anything, but not the secret transmission itself."

He rarely answered Roland's question with a riddle, turned around, and turned his back to him.

"Go to rest early, Roland."

"Remember what I told you about the heretics..."

Frankly speaking, Roland's mind is very confused now.

Secret message...probably only a vague outline; blue-blooded nobleman? A little bit of fear, a little bit of curiosity; and those two cultists...

To be honest, if we use the worst assumptions, Roland thinks that it is impossible to say who 'hired' them...

For example, a big shot.

Further down, it becomes even more chilling: Who is openly colluding with the Cradle of Flesh, even making the Inquisition powerless...?

Roland tightened the quilt and tucked it along his chin a few times, leaving only his head exposed.

As for heresy…

That would be a bit 'blasphemous'.

Because after listening to Fernandez's explanation, he always felt that the so-called 'heresy' was a crime used by the church to deal with its own people.

「bingo~」

"Think of the kind, revered Archbishop Kratof who drooled over your hand."

He wasn't drooling over my hand.

"It would be even worse to be exiled, Roland."

I always feel that you love to say such dirty things.

"You actually understood it!!"

"The saliva of the Father of All Things! The pure little angel Roland actually understands it!"

wrench.

"...Let me think about it. You understand, so that means you..."

I go to sleep.

Roland forced himself to close his eyes.

Because the whole room is currently filled with "Haha" condensed by Wrench's white flames.

but.

Tossing and turning.

Can't sleep.

Because Fernandez snores so loudly.

It's like there is an old man over fifty with a broken voice lying next to your ear and raging constantly.

It was so noisy.

Sometimes hearing too sharply is not a good thing.

"You can't sleep anyway, why don't we discuss the topic of drooling again?"

can you sleep.

"I'm not sleepy yet, are you hungry?"

Ever since I found out you had a sense of taste, I thought it would happen one day.

You are urging me to eat fat.

"Don't have such double standards as a person... Oh, it's just double standards. Doesn't your sister Cherry always urge you to eat? I've never seen you refuse."

Roland turned sideways, half of his face pressed into the pillow.

The moonlight is clean and bright.

"Enid~little Rose~"

"Cheliam Beatrice~"

You are so annoying.

People have double standards and will choose what they prefer.

"That's not a good word, Roland."

If Yam kills someone, I don't care who is killed or why.

I'm 100% on Yam's side.

"Oh? Even if the person who was killed was a single mother who had done nothing wrong and only left her infant child behind."

"Even if it was a child who was killed."

"Even if Yam is a murderer?"