The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 123 Ch122 A brief fight

Chapter 123 Ch.122 A brief fight

Memory has wrinkles.

After Roland saw Enid take action with his own eyes.

Those golden flames rolled up huge waves like a boiling sea, and like an invisible gale, they blew everything Roland saw into dazzling fire dust!
"We can talk!! Wait-"

Charles Chloe yelled in the firestorm.

However, the storm will not stop by human will, and the flames will not be extinguished by begging for mercy.

His flesh and blood began to break, quickly charred, and turned into ashes that were carried away by the wind.

Only then did Roland realize that one of his legs was a fake.

Legs made of wood.

"You violated the agreement!!"

In the fire and wind, Charles Chloe shouted loudly.

Time is going backwards.

The flames faded and flesh and blood were reborn.

then.

Enid broke in again, the flames were still as fierce as before, and the flesh turned to ash.

fall back.

The flames reignited, and flesh and blood turned to ashes.

Time keeps looping.

"You have violated the agreement, Jutia. You will be punished."

"You were the first to violate it. Who allowed you to look through the Executor's memories? The secrets of the Inquisition are hidden in them."

Enid crossed her arms, tilted her head back slightly, and pointed at him with her chin: "As for...punishment? You? You punish me? Or your piggy friend who hangs out with Ironhide all the time?"

This statement angered the people in the storm.

"Don't you dare go any higher, Jutia." The man's thin cheeks were melted, and two rows of blackened teeth could already be seen. "When you reach the Fire Bearer, it will be your end - one person in the Inquisition must reach immortality - and this person will definitely not be you!"

"You will have to fulfill your responsibilities sooner or later!"

Enid smiled.

He said something to Charles that Roland couldn't understand.

Somewhat similar to...

Three words?

ciao, near, mar…
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What's the meaning?-
Wrench, is this some kind of advanced spell?
"..."

"This is a kind of..."

"Emm...I can't really describe it to you."
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Should it be the spell of the Holy Flame Path, or a great technique that I have never seen before?

"Just treat it as... it is."
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What does 'when it is' mean?
Wrench ignored him.

In just a few seconds, flames covered every corner of the field.

"I will wait until you reach the end, Jutia. And then, it will be the end of the Inquisition as well."

Charles Chloe snapped his fingers.

The bones that were about to be broken by the storm grew and connected. Then, tendons and flesh grew out, bulging and swelled in strands, and covered with a layer of intact skin.

Charles Chloe just stood there, staring at Enid quietly.

Until he fully recovers.

then.

The world in Roland's eyes was rapidly moving backwards.

Enid retreated into the light, the flames died out, the melted bricks and planks returned to where they belonged, the old house gradually became transparent, the moonlight dimmed.

Dead trees, lush green plants, orderly tombs, and winding stone roads.

A gentleman's cane in his hand that is stained with body temperature.

And, standing side by side with him——Charles Chloe.

Time goes backwards.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"…thirty-seven days ago at 2:41:06 PM."

Charles tilted his head and looked at the trees in the cemetery that had been ravaged by the cold winter.

"He walked quietly into the room on the carpet, sent the servants away, and asked me for a bottle of medicine."

Exactly the same words.

That makes it different.

"I think you are very lucky, Mr. Collins." Charles glanced at the distance inconspicuously, with a calm expression on his face, as if what was just destroyed was not his own flesh and blood.

"Fortune is part of fate, and so is misfortune. When you are lucky, you gladly accept the gift of fate. Then, when you encounter disaster, you must swallow your tears of blood alone."

He was half a step ahead of Roland, walking slowly and talking freely without any hostility.

“Unless you have a pair of eyes that can see through the fog and not be fooled.”

“That requires great wisdom.”

They walked around a few smaller graves and passed another family having a picnic there. The little boy, wearing a wreath, shook off his mother's hand and ran around in front of the graves. After a while, he was scolded by his father and returned to the dining table with a pout.

Two people left from the other side.

Charles Chloe patted him on the shoulder and smiled kindly: "I'm just looking at your memory, Mr. Collins. I have no ill will towards you. I think you should also understand the anger of a father who lost his son, right?"

Roland lowered his eyes: "...I understand."

I also hope that you can understand a friend's anger.

To your son. We were getting farther and farther away from Chloe's grave. We were only two turns away from the cemetery.

The two people stopped at the same time.

"Roland Collins." Charles held up his cane, turned towards Roland, and straightened his collar. "I believe in the vision of Judge Enid Judya. The man she chooses must be a gentleman of high moral character."

"Please forgive me for what I did today, and forgive a father's anxious and sad heart..."

He brushed off the non-existent dust on Roland's shoulders, leaned back slightly, and looked him up and down.

"OK?"

"Compared to him, your hypocrisy is nothing."

“That’s disgusting.”

Roland bowed slightly and said, "May the souls of Mingsi Chloe and Mr. Orlando Wilson be together forever in Eden, and enjoy eternal peace and glory."

Charles Chloe's face twisted for a moment.

However, Roland just looked at him with an 'ignorant' expression, as if he didn't realize that he had said anything wrong.

Charles Chloe pinched his fingers gently: "...I will find the murderer."

he said, and examined Roland.

"Roland Collins. You have an opportunity, an opportunity to join the Church."

Roland was stunned: "Sir? I am already——"

"The real church, I mean."

Charles Chloe glanced into the distance.

"The Inquisition is not a true church. With all due respect, the barbarians have little wisdom and cannot reach the deepest mysteries - it is like a ramshackle house. When it collapses, it destroys everything within..."

He stared at Roland, watching his expression change constantly, and then he struggled to shake his head, but he did not feel disappointed.

"If you are willing one day, come to the church to find me."

"I'm Charles Chloe, you know my name."

"Many of your 'brothers and sisters' have been treated much better since they left the Inquisition and joined us. Think about it carefully. Do you have a grudge against the gold pound, or do you have a grudge against knowledge?"

He patted Roland on the shoulder, turned around and went back the way he came.

Roland stood there for a long time, watching his back gradually disappear at the end of the path.

"Roland?"
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I'm fine.

"Seven Rings, it's far from you."
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wrench.

"Um?"
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I have a goal now.

Flames burst out from all directions within sight.

"I will help you."

……

Cemetery entrance.

There are many carriages.

The driver was either in the carriage or taking a nap somewhere.

Only one person was standing.

She was the only one standing there in the huge open space.

She held the snack basket in both hands, letting it hang down between her skirts, spinning her heels in boredom, swaying her body and causing the hem of her skirt to swing back and forth.

When he saw Roland coming out, he stopped immediately.

She raised her hand and touched her hair which was not disheveled, smiled gently, raised her head, and regained her elegant and proud appearance.

"I brought you something to eat."

"Good day, ma'am. You are as pretty and gentle today as ever."

Enid smiled.

……

at this time.

A certain Mr. Randolph who had just finished a social event.

'Has anyone seen my sister's Roland?'
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"Principle: Wisdom"

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"The Path of the Contemplative"

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