The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 75 Ch.75 The Twin Courts That Will Never Wear

"You're a little smarter than I thought, Collins."

When Xander came out of the side room and said he found nothing, Crow began to check his weapons.

A machete, a five-pipe pepper box, and a few sticks of holy water.

A table full of bullets.

"But traitors are more likely to appear among smart people."

Roland rubbed his chin and sat on the bench with his legs crossed. "I do think so..."

Crow looked up sharply.

"Just kidding, sir. Just relax before the big fight."

Xander covered his mouth, and the sound was muffled in his palms.

Fernandez had no time for either of them.

He carefully took out a glass jug from the suitcase, which contained a red liquid.

A flesh-pink candle.

Two palm-sized sterling silver swords.

A piece of brown bread.

A small bag of salt.

“This is a grand ceremony that only the Holy Flame can master. "

As mentioned before, unlike the minor mysteries that are common to all ritual practitioners, the major mysteries can only be mastered by ritual practitioners who comply with the principles and paths, and are highly exclusive.

The Grand Mysteries are different for each path.

For example, the ceremony Fernandez is preparing for now.

This was the first time Roland saw it with his own eyes.

…

"Grand Ceremony: Twin Courts That Will Never Wear"

…

Fernandez remained silent and lit the flesh-colored candle first.

Then, he broke open the black bread and swallowed it in the candlelight, and sprinkled salt into the red liquid and swallowed it.

Whether it was the bread or the red liquid, his expression became particularly ferocious.

'Lo...'

The priest raised his head, drank the liquid in the bottle in one gulp, and exhaled the turbid air.

Then, quickly walk through the corridor and insert one of the swords into the door panel.

Holding another handful, hands clasped together.

"Salt, water, food."

"It goes round and round, so it pierces the glass and the skin. It never goes out, it cracks the skull to let the light flow in."

"If you worship the invisible sun..."

"My flesh and blood are like burnt, and my soul is like burning."

He returned to the main hall, put the sword between his eyebrows, and knelt on one knee.

“He does not heal evil.”

"Or the glow becomes loving."

"But everyone knows that after the color fades to pure white..."

"Only brilliance, not kindness."

gradually.

The sound became roaring in everyone's ears.

Like cumulus clouds and rain, thunder comes to the world.

The whole mansion began to shake.

In Roland's eyes, pale golden waves emerged from Fernandez's body one after another: he arranged the "field", and then mixed it with the wonderful ritual.

Everywhere he looked, everything exuded a faint golden glow.

'Please...'

Fernandez opened his eyes suddenly, and with sudden force, he thrust the sword into the floor beneath his feet!

The floating glow suddenly solidified.

They were sealed in a ring with the main entrance as the side and Fernandez as the center. They solidified and gradually formed layers of solid but untouchable golden 'barriers'.

Roland watched calmly, but his heart was as excited as the waves.

This is the big ceremony.

Such great power…

He even felt a power that was different from the "secret", a surging and extremely hot power, descending on his shoulders, his face and his brain - like a boiling, bright, blazing torrent, dazzling.

That was almost overwhelming.

"Twin courts that never wear out."

Crow put the bullet into the gun chamber, picked up the machete, and glanced at Roland, who was stunned: "Now, the life of your stupid captain is connected to this ritual. Before he died, this place was an unbreakable castle. city…"

"Who do you think he's protecting? That woman? Or..."

Roland said nothing.

Pale flames danced in the amber eyes.

…

"Name: The Two Courts That Will Never Wear"

"Code: Judgment"

"Type: Grand Ceremony"

"Ritual: salt/water/food/blood of the righteous/pure silver sword (code)/flesh candle of the righteous"

"Prayer: Brief"

"Use life as the axis to promote the ritual."

"One of the swords is the heart, and the other is the wall."

"Note: Is there anything more important than your own life?"

…

The blood of the righteous, the flesh of the righteous.

Roland was reluctant to dwell on the source of these two materials.

He saw Xander sitting next to Fernandez and holding his shoulder with one hand.

After receiving the permission, Wu Wu pushed out the door with a machete in his hand.

This is a complete 'observation, judgment, and ambush' - Fernandez held a ceremony to protect the target (or...); Xander Kratof provided limited relief and support to delay the crow; the crow Hide in the distance and make judgments after observation:

Should we ambush, move, or hold on and call for support?

Fernandez did not arrange a position for Roland. This time he was only responsible for protecting himself and familiarizing himself with the entire process.

After the crow left, Roland came to Fernandez and touched his arm curiously.

like…

No different.

Fernandez grinned: "Ask, Roland."

It can be said that in addition to the alien species, this operation is to train Roland and Xander.

The chick cannot flap its wings, it is his duty to bring the wind.

"It's not a ceremony." Roland thanked Xander and let her help him sit next to them. "I had my doubts before. Fernandez, do executives never have to hide their identities?"

"I know what you want to say."

The man himself has asked this question.

The person who solved his doubts was Enid.

"'Conceal identity, find target, strike a fatal blow' - similar to 'spy', isn't it?"

Roland nodded.

"Your question is the answer."

Fernandez said: "That's what the executive does. In addition to swords, we are also targets. As for concealment... I don't think you need to consider this issue. Even if you did, it would be impossible to choose you - you really can't do this with your looks. ”

He paused, looked at Roland in a strange tone, and pointed at the dust-like glow around him: "I thought you would be worried about my health."

"That's not true."

"Roland is a heartless liar."

"I don't think you would be so hasty and put your life in the hands of someone you don't trust." Roland responded to his 'worried' question, "You trust Mr. Crow."

"Yeah, if you can't even trust him..."

executive officer.

It's a sword, but it's also a target...

"If I don't hide my identity, my family..."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but when it came to his family, Roland actually saw an emotion called fanaticism in Fernandez’s eyes——

He seemed to become extremely excited.

"Once the cultists attack our families, they will face a judge who is alone and has no worries!"

Every muscle in Fernandez's face seemed to wake up.

They squeeze each other, making people lose their innocence.

He showed his teeth and smiled ferociously: "The death of friends and relatives is valuable. He took away our weaknesses - from then on, the cultists can no longer defeat us!"

"ambush?"

"Great! The only thing the executive officer is not afraid of is an ambush!"

"As long as they dare to stand up, we will dare to raise our guns and wield our knives!"

"We bring God's judgment!"

Speaking of this topic, Fernandez's eyes ignited with an astonishing enthusiasm.

Roland felt a little strange.

"Fernandez?"

A pair of ambers stared at him calmly.

Xander put his hand back on his shoulder, and the warmth softened some of the rising enthusiasm.

"Thank you, Kratof..."

He coughed a few times as an excuse, covered his face with his big hands, and exhaled softly: "Sorry, Roland. I'm a little excited."

This is more than just 'exciting'.

Roland's fingertips were cold.

"Actually, Executors are dangerous, I think Lady Enid has told you so."

"I know what you're worried about—that nothing will happen to Pugh Collins."

Due to the 'speciality' of the "Holy Flame" path, the powerful frontal combat capability, and the "evil reputation" of the Tribunal's executive officer, cultists in the general sense will not harm their families.

That makes no sense and is counterproductive.

"Besides, someone is watching."

Fernandez was quiet for a while, adjusted his emotions, and patted Roland twice on the shoulder.

Someone was indeed watching.

But frankly speaking, he was a little dissatisfied with this matter.

The one staring at Pugh Collins is worse than me, and I don’t know what Lady Enid thinks...

--etc.

——Could it be...

——Am I more suitable to be a teacher, a gentleman with high moral character, to teach Roland?

——Anyone can be a protector, but when it comes to teaching and educating others, I am afraid that I am the only one...

Fernandez thought about it and was convinced that this should be the case.

——I'm really stupid, it took me so long to figure it out.

——Lord Enid…

——You value me so much.

"Fernandez?"

Roland called him.

The man who was lost in thought lit a cigarette for himself at some point, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

"Fernandez de Vinson?"

"...Ahem." The priest came back to his senses, looked at Roland, and said seriously: "Roland, I will definitely teach you well."

Roland:......

Can rituals drive people crazy?

"You don't know how many tasks I shoulder. Come on, keep asking. Do you have any more questions?" At this time, he was eager for Roland to ask questions and urged:

"Ask, the more, the better, and the harder, the better."

"Ask him how long the big bat's tongue is."

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I don't want to get beaten.

"If he says he doesn't know, tell him: 'I will measure it myself sooner or later.'"

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Shut up.

"Ask, ask, ask!"

Roland was really annoyed by his troubles and spoke indiscriminately.

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Even if I consider it, I will block you.

"Aha!"

Roland:......

Someone started rubbing their temples.

"Roland?"

Now it was Fernandez's turn to be confused.

Ask a question…

Does this give him a headache?

"...Fernandez, I'm thinking. Now that we have locked the target, why not try to learn more about the alien species through Mrs. Pasetti? Shouldn't this be included in the 'preparatory work'? She obviously lied."

Roland finally managed to hold back a question, his eyes filled with 'haha'.

"Go and try." Fernandez held a cigarette and snorted, "In the past eight years, I have handled countless cases, and very few are willing to cooperate. Roland, why are Crow Crow and I unwilling to ask that woman again? , not even bothering to expose her crude lies..."

"You have to find this problem yourself first."

"Ask her."

said the priest with a smile.

"He smiled so kindly today."

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I think there must be something strange about this ritual.