The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 76 Ch.76 Regarding views on alien species

Kate Pacetti's room was on the second floor.

When Roland was told by the servant that he could come in, the woman had already put on a more comfortable family skirt and sat in front of the dressing table to dress herself up.

The older maid in the room kept looking at him with wary eyes.

"Mr. Collins."

Mrs. Pasetti seems to be more energetic now, although judging from the time, she probably only took a nap for more than half an hour.

"Are you and your friends ready?"

"What do you need me to do for you?"

"I'm fairly familiar with the local patrol police."

She turned her head and glanced at Roland who was standing not far away. She said in a gentle voice, "Please sit down. Don't worry about trivial matters. There are still my servants in the room."

As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman beside her moved her body next to Roland and placed her far away.

Then, with a look of disgust, she pinched the corners of his sleeves and 'served' him to sit down.

"I don't know whether I should prepare dinner for you and your friends. The gentleman said that you don't have to...but...you should always eat some..."

This woman appears 'perfect' in every way.

But according to the investigation, she became the baron's mistress for less than a year. Before that, Kate Pacetti was just a musical actress...

Alternative.

Her family background was not good, she had no father, and her mother worked in a cotton spinning mill before she died of pulmonary edema.

From all aspects, she should not have anything to do with aliens...

is that so?

"I want to thank you on behalf of my brothers and sisters, madam," Roland explained with a smile: "But we need some time to observe and prepare. Besides, we also had a meal on the way here."

Pasetti glanced at the clock.

"...Thank you, Mr. Collins." She clenched her nails, frowned her two thin eyebrows, and said like a prayer: "May it not be able to harm you and your friends... May the Father of all things bless His devout believers. …”

Roland's "secret" unfolded when he entered the room.

"Aside from what you just told us..." Roland asked, "Can you remember anything else worth noting?"

The woman said nothing.

"Why don't you want us to escort you to the church?"

"You should have other options, such as sending servants one by one -"

unexpectedly.

These two sentences made the woman excited.

Her voice was no longer gentle, but sharp and harsh, catching people off guard when it exploded.

"I told you! I have nothing to do with that alien species! I don't know anything! I live in a villa! I have my own garden, coachman and servants! How could I be involved with the alien species!!"

"If only you could focus on that bad guy who disturbed my life instead of going around trying to find ways to interrogate me!!"

"You don't have this qualification!!"

"Do you know exactly who I am?!"

"Not counting social interactions, I spend at least thirty or forty gold pounds on food and drink alone every week! How can I know about monsters?!"

"O Father of all things..."

"Can you please stop treating a real lady like a poor person with low morals?"

This startled the middle-aged maid next to her. She quickly grabbed the woman's wrist and whispered to comfort her while bending her neck and glaring at Roland.

Roland lowered his eyes.

"There must be something wrong with her."

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yes.

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But now I know what Fernandez meant.

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Even if the truth is in front of them, who would dare to admit that they are related to alien species... in front of the executive.

so…

It doesn't make any sense anymore.

They were not qualified to question her.

"You are not qualified to interrogate a knight's mistress, Roland."

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I know.

"correct."

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Um?

"When are you going to measure your tongue?"

Roland:......

He stood up, apologized, and exited the room.

After closing the door, the piercing screams and curses could still be heard in the room.

When Roland came down the stairs with a slumped face, he soon heard Fernandez's gloating laughter.

Oh, and Xander Kratof.

Both of them seemed to have experienced the same thing, and they were happy to see what a 'newbie' should do.

"I heard her scolding you even here. Why, with the appearance of an angel, can't you be used as a passport today?"

The square-faced man laughed while talking, while Xander covered his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

"I just asked her if there was anything she missed..."

Roland came to the living room, expressionless, and kicked Fernandez and Xander's chair legs hard with the toe of his boot. "She told me that the weekly food and drink expenses are at least thirty or forty gold pounds..."

Fernandez burst into laughter.

I finally saw Roland's expression like this once.

In fact, Fernandez did not want him to know what status, class, and identity were. From Roland's background, no one was more familiar with these terms than him.

Fernandez just wanted Roland to understand what the so-called "alien" actually meant.

The laughter gradually died down, and the man's expression gradually became serious.

"How are alien species born, Roland."

Roland subconsciously replied: "From human emotions, desires, obsessions, and fantasies. They move in the sleeping world and appear due to some unexplored laws."

"Yes, I remember it very well."

Fernandez nodded and tapped his knee with his index finger:

"The cultists are evil-minded, but the aliens are the opposite."

"They don't know how much harm their activities will cause to humans, and how drastic and long-lasting the impact will be - they will involuntarily pull the sleeping world into the waking world, causing the two worlds to overlap."

"In addition, their corpses are beneficial to the ritualists..."

"So, the ritualists who believe in the Ten Crown God will not allow the aliens to invade the human world no matter from which aspect."

"We must kill them...one by one."

They are more serious than the cult.

At least the cultists are human, and the aliens are not.

Fernandez followed the logic and continued to sort it out:

"Then, can I think that a person who is approached, chosen, or even responded to by an alien has problems in itself."

Roland stared at Fernandez and watched him talk to himself.

"What did it do, what did it think, and what did it touch to be entangled by the alien?"

"It has problems in itself."

When everyone thinks this way, what is the need to entangle with truth and falsehood?

"Do you understand? Once you are involved with the aliens," Fernandez spread his hands, "everything you have worked hard to build will collapse in an instant."

"This is an absolutely correct understanding."

"No one will dare to admit it, Roland."

Fernandez finished speaking, leaving Roland time to digest.

The issue of aliens is actually very complicated.

Even within the Inquisition, the executors have their own opinions - but this is not surprising, nor is it a big deal.

Whatever you think is fine.

For justice, for the corpses of aliens, for the protection of humans, for the stability of the waking world, for revenge, for the gold pounds after being hired, for...

As long as the behavior is fine, the Inquisition does not care if the executor's opinion on aliens deviates "slightly" from the doctrine -

The opinion is not important, just destroy them.