The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 113: Mithril Church
Fernandez's departure was indeed due to the murder case in Chloe's family.

The ritualist murder case.

According to the priest, the Inspectorate is investigating and is preparing to label the criminal a cultist - there is nothing wrong with that.

Judging from the scene, he is more cruel than the average cultist.

"This is an inhuman bastard."

"A few rookies vomited in the house."

Fernandez said casually as he hung up his coat.

"But I suppose it's not like the Cradle of Flesh did this."

Will the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood harm Charles Chloe's son?
As for Hei Weng...

Although they are more active in winter, they obviously won't create such a scene: those losers rarely take part in the battle themselves, and don't like to skin and tear bones.

"Ignore the brutal methods. The way the murderer appeared and left is more like a certain path I have heard of... or a certain organization."

Fernandez uttered a name that was unfamiliar to Roland:
Mithril Church.

"Change, deception, illusion, imitation, lies, this group of believers who rarely reveal their true appearance believe in the Sixth Crown God."

The Sixth Crown God: The Daughter of Change/Silver Moon/The Mirror of the Unfailing Dress/Reflection in the Lake
This is what believers call Him.

"They control the Mirror Path."

Fernandez said, “But I haven’t seen these people since I became an executive…”

They seemed to have some unique way to avoid the sight of the church, and even Fernandez only glimpsed a few thin pages of records in the library of the Inquisition - very few executives had dealt with them.

These people are not cultists, but it is hard to say that they are on the side of the church.

"lie…"

Roland pretended to be confused: "You mean, the criminal is a believer of the Mithril Church, or at least a ritualist who has embarked on the Mirror Road."

“There’s no difference between the two.”

Fernandez said.

"The Mithril Church's Mirror Road will never be leaked. Even if someone is chosen by the road, he still can't go far without the help of the Mithril Church."

"So, the murderer is most likely someone from the Mithril Church."

The priest guessed.
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I'm sorry.
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Gentlemen and ladies of Mithril.

“You really are…”

"...For the recent missions, you'd better team up with Kratov. London is in chaos - the bewitched traitors of the Ring of Eternal Silence, the tricksters of the Mithril Church..."

In the courtroom, in Fernandez's office.

There is a newspaper on the table.

Two pairs of thick black leather gloves with crosses embroidered on the backs of the hands in silver thread pressed on top.

The church's winter subsidy has arrived.

"You can exchange it for money, but in terms of value, the gloves are more valuable." Fernandez asked the two men to try. The church's equipment is all 'specially made' - for example, this pair of gloves, not only is the material solid, but it will not be cut even if you hold a sharp blade for a short period of time.

"Thank you, Fernandez."

"Thank the Inquisition and the Church. Also, you handled the last ghost case very well. We must keep a certain distance from those people, otherwise they will soon become more and more demanding and think that these are what we 'should' have done."

While he was instructing Roland, Shandel pulled out the newspaper from under his gloves, shook it, and scanned the words on it with his lake-blue eyes.

In the most conspicuous place, a huge title was printed in lead type:
'Brave Benevento! And the warriors who followed him!'

The title is catchy.

She looked at it for a long time before she began to read in a flat tone:

"Our most elegant and brave gentleman, Mr. Benevento, showed the courage that a noble man should have in a bloody case yesterday! He led the other warriors (the names of the other followers will be noted at the end of the article) up the stairs, held his head high and faced the murderer, the vile, despicable murderer who took someone's life in some vicious way!"

"His loud shout frightened the murderer; his strong and tall body prevented the murderer from attacking the other guests again!"

"He is our hero!"

"It's time to let all citizens know the hero's name!"

Below it were the names of all the men present at the time, written in small print. Shandel read them out quickly.

Roland: ...

To be honest, there was not enough room in the room for so many people as were mentioned in the newspaper.

"...It seems that this is a murderer with little courage?" Shandel put down the newspaper.

"He is a paid penman who doesn't know the truth and fabricates stories." Fernandez glanced at the newspaper with contempt. "Once Roland becomes a ritualist, we can get away from the Supervisory Bureau and avoid dealing with these people."

"Well," Roland tapped the floor with the tip of his shoe, "I am already a ritualist, Fernandez."

"Oh, that's not bad, y…what did you say?!"

"The bear went crazy and was ready to attack people."
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Accurate.

In fact, Fernandez was even more exaggerated than Wrench described: he almost squeezed those two big eyeballs out of their sockets.

This was even more surprising than the first time he learned that Roland became an apprentice.

"Ritualist? When did it happen?!"

Roland was wearing the subsidy issued by the church. His two black leather gloves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound. "Just yesterday, in my room, Fernandez, I performed a ceremony with that mask..."

Shandel stood aside, his eyes fixed on him.

"Ritualist, ritualist, ritualist...you actually succeeded?! Why didn't you inform me and Lady Enid before the ceremony?!"

"Because he was afraid that you would meddle in his business, and then you found out that he actually went to practice how to jump from the second floor without spraining his ankle last night."
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I said, blame the gardener.

"I thought this didn't require anyone else?" Roland hesitated and said, "The ritual is not difficult, Fernandez. It just requires me to burn the mask - the flames quickly turned from red to white, and then I found that I could control more "secrets", and more -"

Fernandez quickly interrupted Roland's next words.

"Don't say it, Roland, don't say it."

He stopped.

"You are embarking on a path that has never been taken before, Roland. You can keep this knowledge and secrets - this is also what Lady Enid meant."

"You were not eligible for the grand ceremony in the first place."

"So, keep it a secret, keep it a secret, Roland."

Roland shook his head: "But we are brothers and sisters, the closest people, there is no need for me to hide it from you."

Fernandez was touched by Roland's trust, but still disagreed.

Especially... He glanced at Shandel.

"Congratulations, Collins." The girl blinked: "I suddenly remembered that I have something to do and need to go home."

"You can listen to this first, Miss Kratov. I don't have to keep it secret from you, let alone Fernandez. Why should I be an executive officer if I can't even trust my brothers and sisters? You trust and tolerate me, and I hope to return the same gift."

Roland's eyebrows slightly curved and he spoke softly.

He must 'expose' his secret to Fernandez and Cinder.

In the future, he will be exposed to more people - to conceal the power he truly possesses, and to separate himself from the 'White Veil Flayers' who may appear frequently in the future.

"The power I gained."

He pointed to his eyes. "I can almost see it, Fernandez, Kratov. In my eyes, there is a candle that will not go out - the candlelight is warm and bright, and I can vaguely distinguish your outlines, the general appearance of this office, the newspapers on the table, the buttons on my boots..."

"This is much more useful than "secret"."

"I don't have to manipulate it all the time and let it drain my precious strength."

"This is the ability I gained from my first ring."

Fernandez sighed secretly, glanced at Shandel, and then turned to Roland:
"In fact, that's just the basics. Now that you are a ritualist, you can study the real 'power' that belongs to the ritualist - the power that I didn't teach you when you were an apprentice."

He drummed his fingers on the table, groaning.

"Remember? What I said in Ximanlis... the great art."

He said.

"Nine great techniques."

(End of this chapter)