The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1088, Chapter 1087: The Picture Ends...

"A terrible crime has occurred! A terrible crime has occurred!!"

Kashhai's trips to and from the courthouse, besides abandoning Roland, turned the courthouse into a 'burning courthouse'—he set the surrounding roads ablaze, causing all the remaining ash to scream and turn to ashes.

Besides.

—Of course, this is just Roland's guess.

In addition, he also needs to prove to the world that 'he is still alive'.

As long as he lives, no one will dare to mess with Enid Juilliard—so it seems the relationship between the two isn't the irreconcilable conflict rumored (perhaps it's just one-sided friendliness from Kashgar?).

Recalling their conversation before leaving, Roland couldn't bring himself to hate the man.

seriously.

If, when he was a child, a man who appeared out of nowhere, radiating fire, had killed the councilor with a single wave of his hand, and then killed the wicked women who bullied him, Yam—

He wouldn't just dust himself off and stand up to accuse someone of not being allowed to die, sir.

He had to sing and dance around him, and he would be happy even if Keshihai called him a "blind woman" for a month.

'When the law fails to deliver justice...'

Spells are certainly an option.

Some of Keshti's remarks were biased, even extreme. Roland, on the other hand, was never one to prefer a middle ground.

He didn't refuse, nor could he refuse, a request from someone with an eighth-ring status—if he said a few more words, that person wouldn't need to waste any more time approaching Harida.

That foolish girl was willing to risk everything to protect her master's 'treasure'.

"You took my spider's beak, and now you demand another wondrous object. Sir, even if you are an eight-ringed being, you cannot be unreasonable!"

'Actually, I could choose not to say it.'

'Please tell me about it.'

Keshihai just looked at him and smiled.

'What do you want, child? A grand ceremony? You are not a sacred flame; a general ceremony? Little Enid has no shortage of… or a wonder? Or perhaps let me deal with some 'injustices' for you? I see you have it all, never a trouble.'

There are plenty.

'Um? '

'Charles Chloe, you wouldn't mind killing someone who sleeps all day while you're at it, would you?'

'Charles Chloe? You want me to fight an eight-ring?'

'No problem, sir. He sleeps all day; you just need to sneak in through the window…'

Keshhai smiled and refused, saying that in his current state, he was not even as good as Enid—he would probably be forced to advance to the ninth ring soon after the war started, becoming an inextinguishable flame at the mercy of others.

'I see your desire for revenge is a pretense; your real intention is to pave the way for Enid.'

"This is supposed to be a win-win situation. So you can't do anything about it?"

'It's not that there's no way, it's that there's no value in it—Collins, you're different from many young people I've met…'

Kesh said that even in the holy flames, the 'dignity' that many young people value more is something that seems to be nowhere to be found in Roland.

If someone had truly suffered a great injustice, they would have to endure humiliation and vow to personally cut off the other's head with their own sword—Roland seemed completely unconcerned about this. He demanded that Kishchiel pay the price of two rare artifacts, clearly disregarding any question of dignity.

If Enid's holy flame had no flaws, the elder judge would probably have been instructed to take action long ago.

'No real confrontation is necessary. Killing an Eighth Ring member wouldn't be difficult for Enid Judith—Collins—but I assure you, she won't do it.'

Keshihai changed the subject.

How long have you been holding that mysterious door open?

'...Less than a year? Sir?'

Do you know what it means to be on the third ring road in a year?

'Does that mean... I'm a... gifted... ritualist?'

'Exceptionally gifted?'

Keshihai laughed for a long time.

"I suggest you go back and check. I think the Inquisition should still have that record—check Saint Delis's ascension time: how long did it take her to become a fourth-ringed being, and how long did it take you…"

'I don't have a fourth ring road yet, sir.'

'You'll be soon, go back and ask little Enid—I think she's been waiting for this day for ages…'

Then, Roland was knocked unconscious.

He said he would be gentler…

“Believe me, if I hadn’t been gentle, you’d be nothing but my head on my desk right now.” Enid, holding a cup of coffee, leaned against the bookshelf and greeted the man who had just woken up with a smile: “Looks like you didn’t follow my orders… Who suggested going to the East District?”

Without hesitation, Roland replied, "Fernandez."

He rubbed the back of his neck and muttered.

“He insisted on going to the East District, saying that ‘saving those people is the top priority’—Shandel and I tried to stop him the whole way, but Enid, he’s the captain, how could he listen to us?”

Enid put down her coffee, sat down on the sofa, and used her fingertip to press the tip of someone's nose askew.

"You're always leading your captain to his death."

Roland flicked his finger with the tip of his nose: "I thought you were going to ask about Kashgar."

"Him? What's so special about him? He's crazy enough to be completely incomprehensible... He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, but Sender and Fernandez are injured."

“I’ve already sent people over.” Enid didn’t care about the lives of Sender and Fernandez, only mentioning it lightly without even asking about their injuries.

She gently stroked the man's hesitant face on the sofa with her rough hand, and asked him with a smile what secret he was hiding.

“…Mr. Keshhai said, you, you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time… I don’t know what that means, Enid. Maybe it’s another secret that can’t be told to me, right?”

Roland assumed that this woman, whose mind was always preoccupied with medicine, would continue to avoid him as before.

But she didn't today.

“I have indeed been waiting for this day, brother.”

"…What?"

Roland blinked: "Now is not the time..."

“Now is the time, my dear brother…” She was like a flower that blooms only in winter, her complex emotions, impossible to fathom, blossoming in her eyes that intertwined compassion and indifference—as she leaned close to Roland’s lips, caressing his cheek and withered, weary spirit like a cub…

She was practically one with him.

This is the kind of woman that men in the world can never resist, and who would never even think of resisting.

"You're almost at the Fourth Ring Road, just one ceremony away, right?"

She kissed his ear lightly, the sound accompanying each breath.

Roland remained still for a few seconds.

The stiffness was met with a teasing laugh from Enid: "I'll cherish this look, brother. I'm afraid we'll rarely see it again in the future..."

indeed.

He received the ceremony for the fourth and fifth rings.

But I haven't had time to finish it...

To be precise, the most flamboyant captain in the entire courtroom, yet unexpectedly dull-witted adjutant, still hadn't figured out the riddle described in the ceremony—

Four rings.

Roland had no idea how to complete the ring-raising ceremony for the fourth ring—just two simple sentences, but the rat infestation came at the right time.

First of all.

"Secret organs" are necessary.

Thank you, Lord Wan Gu and Lord Chang Qing.

Second.

The ring-raising ceremony also requires…

The ritual required the blood of at least eight rings, or more, representing the pain and pleasure of the participants—a blood that was specifically noted as highly valuable in mysticism.

In the midst of the disaster, Roland didn't immediately think about what was happening downstream...

He has free time now.

At least a whole night...

Think it through carefully and meticulously.

(End of this chapter)