The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 124 Ch.123 Chasing the Road of Time
Charles Chloe.

Father of Mince Chloe, Viscount, member of the Parliament of Truth, High Seat of the Blue Blood Nobles, owner of the Vigen Mines.

The Path of the Meditator.

Seventh ring: brain.

Courtroom, presiding judge's office.

Without turning on the gas lamp, Enid lit a few thicker and shorter candles, poured Roland a cup of hot black tea, and added two spoonfuls of honey.

"It will make you feel better."

Enid said.

"…It won't cause you permanent damage, as long as you don't die in your own memory. You'll have some headaches in the next two days, but they won't be frequent."

This was the first time Roland faced a high-level ritualist.

He was barely able to mount any effective resistance.

"Terrible."

Roland sighed.

"Are you talking about yourself or Charles Chloe?" Enid smiled and said, "In my opinion, you are much more terrifying than him. I never knew that you not only dared to face the ritualist when you were an apprentice, but also dared to provoke a high-level ring when you were in the first ring. If someone hadn't invited me by chance today..."

Roland picked up the cup and blew on the tea surface, "It wasn't my fault, ma'am."

"Why should I mess with the nobles? Fernandez has told you about the 'trouble' of the blue-blooded nobles."

Enid smiled meaningfully.

She said nothing, but spoke instead of Charles Chloe and the principle of "wisdom".

"The Thinker is a very peculiar path. The body of the ritualist who embarks on this path will gradually decay, but the spirit and soul will become stronger. Every once in a while, they will fall into a 'long sleep' - forcing them to wake up will cost a great price. He just entered a long sleep half a month ago..."

Roland: "Because of Mings Chloe...?"

"Not entirely." Enid did not explain in detail the complicated reasons behind this matter to Roland. She just said what was happening at the moment:

"Charles Chloe checked your memory and found no evidence. So, this matter has nothing to do with you. I will get you a compensation - how about a rare item? What type do you want?"

"I deserve it?"

"You deserve it. Although he was in much more trouble than you, he was interrupted. But you are an executor of the Inquisition. He attacked you and read your memory, which is equivalent to reading some of the secrets of the Inquisition. They have to pay compensation. Gold pounds, and rare items."

"Then he should be disappointed. Because all I have in my head is my uncle's secret...his pair of socks that he wore for two weeks without washing." Roland joked, staring at the silver narrow-mouthed pot on the table with his eyes slightly lowered, and tentatively said: "If possible, I want a secret copy, ma'am."

"Secret message?"

"Yes, the knowledge I gained in the sleeping world told me that the ritual item for promotion to the second ring requires the 'secret teachings of abundant flesh and blood'. I don't know what this means..."

Enid pondered: "…Flesh and blood."

The secret of abundant flesh and blood.

"If that's the description, the only things I can imagine are some grand ceremonies and invisible arts." Enid glanced at Roland and negotiated, "If you give up the rare item, I will find you a grand ceremony as compensation. But you can't understand a grand ceremony that is not of the same path - you've learned this lesson, right?"

Roland nodded: "I don't ask for identification, ma'am, I just want to prepare in advance, to be used as materials for future upgrades... or the invisible technique -"

"Just the Grand Ceremony." Enid made the decision for Roland: "The Grand Ceremony is more likely. I'll have Fernandez bring it to you in a week or two."

Roland thanked him.

"You are now a ring. Have you tried to enter the sleeping world again?"

of course.

Only Aurora was missing.

"That forest, ma'am. I've never been anywhere else."

"The danger of the sleep world comes from its 'disorder'." Enid said: "You will never know whose dream or fantasy you are entering. Those distorted worlds, upside-down and chaotic scenes - most importantly, you will understand them only when you actually experience them."

"In the dormant world, ritualists and mortals are often not much different."

Roland blinked: "You mean, we can't use the "secret" in the sleeping world?"

"That depends on luck." Enid said, "'Below the tenth ring, everyone is a mortal' - you have entered the ring, and have seen what kind of power a high ring has. You should know that the gap between us separates two completely different worlds."

"We are not truly 'mortals'. This sentence is more suitable for us in the sleeping world."

"Because when you are in the sleep world, this gap will be infinitely reduced - in some dreams, you are the first link, in others, you can only be an apprentice... or even more vulnerable." "Except for bringing standard objects into the dream, apprentices who have not reached the first link are not allowed to explore the dream." The woman hesitated slightly: "... Although you are qualified now..."

Roland thought Enid was a little cute at this moment: "'The ritualist cannot exist without the sleeping world'. Besides, I have embarked on an unknown path, and the waking world cannot help me. Madam, I can't hide for too long."

The word 'hide' made Enid laugh.

"I'm protecting you, Roland...Okay. I've been to a dream that wasn't dangerous, and I left an 'anchor' there..."

"I'll be with you then."

The two chatted for a while until a trace of fatigue crept into the corners of the woman's eyes.

Roland stood up and said goodbye at the right time.

The room was warm with a fire.

Enid curled up on the sofa with a blanket around her.

In today's battle with Charles Chloe, neither of them actually put in much effort - Enid, who had dealt with many members of the Parliament of Truth, had a deep understanding of the path of the "Thinker".

Starting from the fourth ring, "Decay and Transformation" will cause them to suffer constant physical pain.

Swelling, tearing, abscesses, decay, deformation.

The higher you go, the more painful it is.

They must sleep for years to control their deteriorating flesh and blood. At the same time, they must find a way to perform the ritual in a short period of awakening - to cause an impact, obtain ritual materials, complete the ritual, and thus ascend to the next level.

This is a very dangerous road, and one that will never allow people to stay on a certain ring and enjoy themselves safely.

From the Fourth Ring Road, there is no turning back.

relatively.

It is also an extremely powerful path.

Gao Huan's "Thinker" has the power to penetrate into memories - just like what happened to Roland today. If he is killed in his memory, then he will die in reality.

In addition, they also have the power to manipulate time within a certain range.

Fast forward, stop, or go backward.

Even further, they can turn themselves into 'eggs' and parasitize on the memories of others...

Grow, hatch.

Thereby taking over another person's body to achieve eternal life.

They master time, but they also chase time.

Horrible road.

A tremendous strength.

Enid knew why Charles Chloe was so angry that he even went so far as to read the executive officer's memory without permission -

Because of Mince Chloe.

A dissolute, incompetent, vulgar and shameless person will never be a threat in anyone's eyes, nor will he become anyone's enemy.

This kind of safe, harmless and easy-to-control blood relative is the best choice for "egg".

It was obvious that Charles Chloe was preparing to 'process' his son and train him into the most perfect incubator possible.

Either he showed only a trace, or he had paid a certain price.

Can't tell.

But Mince-Chloe was dead.

Died in a heinous murder.

Compared to his son, he was more angry that someone had destroyed the "future" he had chosen:

Someone guessed Charles Chloe's plan to upgrade his ring and plotted against him - but the plot involved Roland Collins and the Inquisition.

Enid tightened the blanket, her face calm:
'Victoria, you bitch.'

(End of this chapter)