The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1140 Ch.1139 Meeting the Saint
As Sender said.

The Saviour Brotherhood was just a match that ignited the explosives.

Before long, a group of ritual practitioners, appearing out of nowhere and with unknown origins, began to cause chaos in London—the police, the Inspectorate, and the courts were naturally kept busy.

In just half a month, Luo Lan arrested no fewer than thirteen apprentices and two lucky fools who made it to the first stage.

By the way.

These two spontaneously formed a sect, worshipping the 'God of Flames'—

'The God of Flames sent you to rob a jeweler's shop and rape his wife?'

The two fools scoffed, saying that mortals had no right to look directly at an extraordinary being with such power. They hadn't killed him, but merely briefly 'borrowed' his wealth and 'used' his wife—while also telling Roland that they 'accepted the consequences of their bet':
It means that since they have been captured, they are willing to obey the court's arrangements and become a ritual servant serving the government.

—Where did you hear this 'news' from?

Roland did not receive this order.

'We've heard it said that if you're willing to serve the government, you can get a pardon for minor crimes…'

Roland told them with great regret…

There is no such rule in the courtroom.

This is not a 'minor crime'.

The two men first insulted each other, then begged for mercy, but their ultimate fate was to be burned at the stake as sinners.

'The followers of the God of Flames shouldn't be afraid of fire, right?'

then.

One of them wet his pants.

This is very common.

'He has so much money! Owning a jewelry store must have swallowed the wealth of the poor! We're speaking for the poor! Just like the Saviour Brotherhood!'

Roland lit a pine match, lit his cigar, and asked the two men, "If the jeweler is 'unclean,' what sin has his wife committed?"
'She enjoys unclean wealth every day…she deserves the same punishment.'

Quite reasonable.

Unlike Kingsley, Rowland disliked forming logical, intimate relationships with people, especially those concerning wealth and poverty, black and white, good and bad, or morality.

"So, what crime have we committed?! What right do you have to judge us?!"

"That's the answer, gentlemen," Roland exhaled a puff of smoke, struck another match, and flicked it toward the stake. "Think about why you're here. That's the answer."

By the way.

The Savi Brotherhood hasn't been doing too well lately either.

Ashley May Spencer suddenly turned his gun on the group that claimed to be 'speaking out for the poor'—he declared in parliament that he did indeed advocate for untying the ropes binding the poorer citizens who should not have been suffering…

But we absolutely do not support crime, nor do we want to see those who were originally impoverished rise up and turn from victims into perpetrators.

His power and connections were clearly far greater than Roland had imagined. Within half a month, Parliament launched another round of debates on the "Protestant" issue.

According to Sender, the outcome should be clear, but the specific name has not yet been decided.

Their fat queen intervened.

Are all pregnant women nosy and meddlesome?

“This involves her self-righteous interests, Miss Shelley.”

The rat extermination operation was coming to an end, and the weather in London was unusually good for a few days – which Roland believed was due to the factory ceasing operations.

In just a few days, the local specialties will be back.

When he got home last night, old Collins told him that William Cordoni had come to visit him in the afternoon to inquire about his purchase of property in the West End—in short, to subtly show off how well he was doing.

He also brought his wife.

Old Collins was naturally happy for the cobbler, but also puzzled as to how he had suddenly become wealthy.

The wealth required to buy property in the West End couldn't have been earned through just one or two deals. 'My daughter participated in a competition, Old Bullet. She got selected… well, to be honest, you know Holy Cross?'

'Good heavens, William, I don't know what Holy Cross is, I don't even know where London is, I'm such a blind country bumpkin…'

Roland could picture his uncle's strange and sarcastic appearance.

In short.

Monsieur Cordonni, now wealthy, left a message asking Roland to look after Alice in his spare time. The two families should also resume their usual social interactions and maintain more contact—he was going to live in the West End, buy property there, and acquire two teams of servants.

Come to the West District, come to the West District, come to the West District.

They got closer.

Because it's in the West District.

Purchase property in the western district.

West End.

“I am happy for Mr. Cordoni.”

Under the umbrella opened by Harida, to Roland's left were Sindel and Miss Rose, who had failed to secure a spot.

“People are always like that. Once they have money, they become repulsive,” Rose muttered.

She doesn't like this person.

He also disliked his daughter, Alice Cordoni, whom Rose considered a 'mercenary' girl.

“It has nothing to do with money, Shelley,” Sender smiled. “It’s an animal’s survival instinct. What you have, others may not have… Even you once had to steal to support yourself, so what about Cordoni?”

"That's why I said this might not be a bad thing."

Roland remained silent on this.

He cherishes his friends, but also respects their every choice—Alice Cordonni, whom he intends to meet.

By the way.

He also visited his foolish captain, who was still recovering from a serious illness, at the small sanatorium next to the church: ever since Gilles Fonseca was "forced to fall ill," the two of them had completely disappeared. The other executives, being perceptive, never went into the courtyard to disturb them.

Enid asked Roland to convey a message: if he doesn't recover soon, Fernandez can retire peacefully and take a sum of money to live a proper life.

"Dwinson must be extremely happy."

“I think so too,” Roland couldn’t help but smile when Fernandez was mentioned. “Guess how he apologized to Ms. Fonseca?”

On the road, steam-powered vehicles roared past, kicking up coal dust.

There was also a lot of swearing and cursing.

“An apology?” Shandel blinked. “I don’t think Captain Devinson needs to apologize to a prostitute.”

Rose scoffed, "Of course you don't think so. In your opinion, Gilles Fonseca's sacrifices are all voluntary and useless acts, aren't they?"

As Enid said, Fernandez de Winson's actions are right or wrong in the eyes of people of different identities and relationships.

"Once you get into trouble, hopefully Roland won't help you..."

Alice Cordoni is being sealed in the Church today. As the most outstanding among hundreds of candidates for sainthood, she deserves the blessing of the bishop holding the golden seal and golden scripture—this represents her recognition by the faith and the affirmation of the earthly walker of God.

In another two weeks, she will truly be called a 'saint'—

"I'll be waiting for you at the small sanatorium."

Sender did not choose to visit the church with Roland and Rose.

This must have something to do with Gary Kratoffer.

Roland thought.

(End of this chapter)