The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 138 Ch.137 Knife
Based on Roland's 'past experience', he speculated that the executive officers' style of dealing with cultists and alien species should be similar.

For example, facing Miss Kate Pasetti.

They need to consider some impacts, some decent or indecent behaviors, and try to be friendly and cautious to handle tasks again and again.

But Ms. Enid's words today seem to mean that the court's approach will change.

He didn't know, but looking at the expressions of Fernandez and Crow, he knew that this must be a...

good thing?

They were both going to the training ground to get beaten up, but their faces were filled with excitement.

After Shandel left, Roland went to Fernandez's office and waited for nearly an hour before the big, silly man limped back from the training ground - it seemed that the rumors were false and the bone was not really broken.

There was a bruise on his face, as if he had been hit by a small fist.

I can't lift my arms.

He was grinning, and there were burn marks of varying degrees on his arms.

His hair, which was originally short, was completely bald on one side.

The clothes were covered with burn marks and holes.

He pushed the door open and glared at Roland.

Especially seeing someone sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding a cup of his own treasured black tea - he also got two slices of bread.

"You seem quite comfortable."

He pulled out the chair, his expression ferocious but very slowly...

Keep your buttocks in contact with the seat.

"hiss…"

"What's wrong, Fernandez?" Roland heard him gasp and wondered, "Isn't the room warm enough?"

"Just shut up."

"Ok."

Fernandez got angry when he saw him like that.

"You should come with us to the training ground, Roland."

"Why? I'm not cold."

Fernandez: ...

“I don’t know if this is a good thing…”

Fernandez muttered.

He didn't know whether this sudden 'change' was good or bad.

"We... Fernandez, I don't understand what the lady just said." Roland asked: "...We, the lady means, what should we change?"

He was not clear about the past 'style' of the Tribunal.

Although he heard a lot today, he had only participated in one mission.

What 'change'?
What to change?
"Isn't the way we treated Mrs. Kate Pasetti correct?"

He thought that was the right thing to do...right?

Fernandez rummaged through the drawer, found a crumpled cigarette and lit it.

"Well, tell me. What do you think, the way the four of us, the Fourth Ring, the Third Ring, the First Ring, and the Apprentice, treated her was correct?"

"Forget it." Roland thought for a moment. "Considering Mrs. Kate Pasetti's... 'husband', there is no need for us to conflict with her. To be honest, it's just a few unpleasant words. Will we really be hurt?"

"I don't even think that's 'unpleasant'."

“Getting the job done is the most important thing.”

Fernandez knew Roland's past, so he was not surprised that he could say such a thing.

He induced:

"Kate Pasetti is just a mistress - she's not even a noble or a wealthy merchant. She's just an insignificant mistress, with no status, a mistress who may symbolize face, but if she gets into big trouble, the baron won't really support her."

“And we are the ritualists.”

"A ritualist with powers beyond those of mortal men."

"Don't you wonder why she dares to speak to us like that?"

"Is it inappropriate for a mortal to use words to describe four ritualists who have mastered extraordinary powers?"

Roland could understand what Fernandez meant.

"But we are not working for her, Fernandez." Roland blinked and softly retorted: "Even if she insults us, abuses us, and uses the most vicious words - we should still deal with that alien and complete the task assigned to us by the Inquisition."

"We are the sword for cultists and alien beings."

"'Kill evil', that's what we believe in and what is mentioned most in the teachings. No matter what others think of us - we don't live for them, Fernandez. We don't live under the tongue, we don't live under the contemptuous eyes."

“Should we care about these words?”

"We only look at the holy faith in our hearts. Under the brilliant light, we can see nothing but judgment."

Fernandez stared at him for a long time with a blank expression.

then.

Fernandez: “Tell me the truth.”

Roland: "I want to tear her head off."

Fernandez: “Yeah.”

The two people were silent.

"This is what Lady Enid meant by 'change.'" He hesitated, remembering the beating he had gotten...remembering what he had talked about with Lady Enid at the training grounds.

"I don't know if I should tell you. But Lady Enid said I should."

Fernandez: "What is the Inquisition?"

Roland: "A sword that destroys heretics and aliens."

Fernandez: "We are fighting on the front lines, fighting the most dangerous things. We deserve respect from knowledgeable people, right?"

"…yes?"

Roland hesitated.

Because in everything he has encountered so far, there is absolutely no "respect".

Fernandez was holding a cigarette in his mouth and his voice was faint.

Of the Inquisition, the Church, the Monastery, the Council of Truth.

To put it simply, it is the relationship between a knife and the person holding it.

The Tribunal is the knife.

Can a knife have thoughts?
No.

Can a knife have its own property?

No.

Can a knife exist independently of the person who wields it?

No.

Can a knife harm the friend of the one holding it?
No.

Can a knife disobey the orders of its wielder?
刀…

A knife is a knife.

Cannot own property, cannot have thoughts, cannot exist independently of the one holding the knife, cannot make decisions of their own.

Once these are available, the knife holder will have to change his knife.

But if...

What should I do if I can’t change it?
Find a way to break it.

Find a way to make it cut something harder than itself.

Find a way to make everyone hate it.

Under such circumstances, some particularly "smart and capable" people in the tribunal suddenly changed their identities from "executors" to "detectives" of the Supervisory Bureau or "monks" of the church, or even to "friends" of some big shots, "guards" or "attendants" of a certain family.

A hound with a collar and a rope.

The Holy Flame does not only exist in the Inquisition.

The Inquisition is not the only one that can hunt down cultists and aliens.

Anyone who had any interest in this matter was transferred away.

"It's not like this hasn't been done before - twisting nobles' heads off." Fernandez's voice became low.

He held a cigarette, his vision obscured by the swirling smoke.

"Capitalist sin: Keshhai."

"He not only killed the nobles, but also their mistresses, wives, and children. He also killed two Five Rings enforcers - I think you should have guessed it."

"A case I didn't finish telling you before."

"The evil spirit in that town."

Fernandez looked unhappy, and he had mixed feelings about this "former executive":

"In fact, our executive officers did not respond effectively and correctly at the time. Those two idiots chose their future and the interests of those masters. Not only that, they also cowardly chose to avoid fighting."

"When Keshihai arrived, too many people had died in the town - ha, guess what? The nobles were safe and sound."

"Because of the bad choices made by two cowards."

"Because they covet those yellow coins, covet those promises that people may or may not fulfill, covet the gorgeous future they imagine, and want to protect themselves—"

Fernandez and Crow have been to the scene.

He remembered the knife scar on the nobleman's face hanging on the street lamp.

This is the question left by Keshihai.

The scars penetrate deep into the bone.

—'We are. Right?'

Keshhai...

"The two executive officers he killed are representatives of a certain type of people, Roland." Fernandez said with a heavy expression, "When they discovered that their superior, Enid Jutia, did not show any resistance to the knife-wielding man..."

"When they discover that the so-called judgment only exists on the soles of the shoes of the powerful..."

"When they realize that they are not judges, but are no different from those black-skinned policemen..."

“Their mentality just changes.”

"The Inquisition cannot protect the Executors. They have the right to choose another way out."

“Choose something better.”

Fernandez wasn't blaming Enid, he was speaking frankly.

(End of this chapter)