The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 140 Ch.139 How to Eat Oysters
After leaving Fernandez's office, Roland somehow turned back the way he came.

Enid's office.

The deepest part of the Inquisition.

He had no idea why he was here, and he had nothing to report to Enid.

But he always felt that he should come and see her.

knock --

The door was not closed and was ajar.

"Please come in."

Enid was also surprised by Roland's arrival.

She had changed into a thinner indoor skirt, wrapped in a blanket, and put on a pair of gray stockings. She leaned against the sofa with her legs together. Her hair was wet and scattered, and her eyebrows and eyes lazily floated towards Roland. Her usually cold face showed joy.

She didn't go home.

Or maybe this office is her home.

"Roland?"

"Miss."

Roland stood at the door for a while, but did not hear Enid's invitation - usually, she would say "Come on", "Come and sit down", etc.

"Miss?"

This time, there was no response.

"…Enid?"

"Come and sit down, Roland."

Roland: ...

"In private, just call me by my name, Roland." She waited for Roland to sit over and gave him half of the blanket, covering him from his shoulders.

The blanket was very small.

The two of them had to stand shoulder to shoulder.

Enid was hot.

She didn't ask Roland why he came, and the two of them just sat there in silence.

Staring at the flames, or the wall, or the cross on it, or…

daze.

This silence would last about ten minutes, or twenty minutes?
Neither of them spoke until Enid shifted her position a little.

then…

She rested her head gently on Roland's shoulder.

Roland felt all his muscles tense up.

"You don't have any muscles."
-
Are you...looking for trouble?
"Hey, you learned a few words, and you used them well."

The breathing of the two people accompanied the crackling of the fireplace.

This reminded Roland of that evening.

He's a little hot.

"Why don't you go home and rest, Enid."

Roland's voice was so soft that it could almost be blown away by the wind.

"Because I have to be here tomorrow, Roland. I'm a little tired."

She strung each word together, mumbling like a baby.

This was in stark contrast to his usual 'cold-faced judge' - especially since he had just beaten up two unlucky guys.

“…Are you tired?”

"…Um."

"You should rest more."

"…Um."

"You don't eat much either."

"…yes."

"Is love just talking nonsense all the time?"

The two of them chatted one after another.

Each other's breathing did not cool the throbbing, but made the heart furnace even more vigorous.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever been in love with anyone?"

The hot and humid breath tickled his neck.

"Of course, Enid." Roland exhaled slightly, staring at the cross on the wall with unfocused eyes: "My sister, I love her. Yam Jones, I love her. I love my uncle Pushu Collins who took me in and took care of me. I love Ms. Cherry Croy, and I love you and Fernandez."

"I feel and receive love, and I hope to return the same love from you."

When Ini's name was mentioned, the breath on his shoulder quickened for a moment.

Then, there was laughter.

"Many people saved you, Roland," she sighed.

When they first met, Enid could clearly feel that Roland was lonely.

Lonely and lifeless.

And as time went by, he became more and more vivid.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever been in love with anyone?"

This question has just been asked.

Roland tilted his head slightly, with a puzzled expression.

Enid: "No, Roland. I mean, the kind of love a man has for a woman."

“Maybe there are a lot, maybe there are none.”

Roland's answer was not satisfactory.

So she slowly left his shoulder.

"You'd better not learn from Fernandez. The women in the red-light district are not clean, and there is absolutely no love. He is the "Holy Flame", and you are not." "Fernandez...Captain?"

Roland was a little bit incredulous.

Fernandez?

team leader?

A man who is cunning, shrewd, and strong as a bear?
And the women in the red-light district?
Enid folded her hands and smiled: "I think you have reached the age where you should be curious. Don't accept his invitation - he likes to instigate this matter, and then take charge of everything and take people to the red-light district..."

"Why, you can't imagine that your captain has this side?"

Fernandez…

Roland then remembered that every time he took a carriage back to the pharmacy, the direction Fernandez left was not the direction of the Court of Inquisition.

For a moment he thought it was Fernandez's home.

Or maybe he took advantage of the night to carry out some dangerous mission...

"Go and judge the unclean women."

Roland: ...

"I wouldn't do that, Enid."

The woman's eyes were indifferent, and she obviously didn't believe the words of a man who was tougher than steel at an age: "You wouldn't? If Cherry Chloe hadn't died early enough, I think you would have been entangled with that dirty slut."

Roland frowned slightly: "Madam."

He didn't like hearing anyone disparage Cherry.

But the person in front of me was Enid.

"'Madam'?" Enid raised her eyebrows. "I know you don't want to hear such words. But I have to tell you, Roland. What that woman did before was to drag you into the vortex. This dishonorable and shameless relationship will not only damage your clothes, but also make people question your morality."

"As Cherry-Chloe, she shouldn't be that close to you."

Enid said.

"If she really considered you, she would at least kill Mince Chloe first and make herself a widow - but I don't think she has the courage to do that."

Enid seemed to be able to sense the complex emotions hidden in Roland's silence.

He stared at her with those clear amber eyes.

Calm anger, innocent and mature.

Sharp contradictions are intertwined in the same eyes.

"What is dead is dead, Roland."

"She didn't teach you anything important, she only corrupted you."

She raised her chin slightly, and her brown, contemptuous eyes were frozen into a hard object that could not be broken by endless indifference.

He and she looked at each other, and through the gap between their faces, there was only the silver cross on the wall.

"I am your chief judge, and I hope you will become better."

The woman whispered, moving closer and closer.

Getting closer and closer.

Breath baking breath.

Roland did not dodge.

The cross is gone.

In its place was a very annoying flame.

“Everyone!”

“Have you ever eaten oysters?”

"When it comes to eating, it's much more fun to talk about it!"

"If you want to eat good oysters, first of all..."

"Of course, there are other ways to eat oysters, such as..."

The white flame wanted to nag, but Roland waved it away with a light wave of his hand.

He and Enid sat together, and through the space left between them, he could once again see the silver cross on the wall.

The charming woman stretched her curled legs slightly.

She proved with her actions that she was absolutely capable of killing most of the charming women Roland had seen in the shortest time possible.

"There's nothing special about women, is there?"

Her lips were shiny, just like her eyes - watery.

Although his brown eyes were filled with a mellow desire as rich as wine, his mouth was talking about completely unrelated things.

Some are indifferent, some are mean.

"It's nothing serious."

She stroked her hair to conceal it, constantly pushing the invisible strands behind her ears.

His slender, scarred fingers were trembling slightly, but his face remained calm.

She was a little nervous. Her thick plain cotton socks with a gray background were twisted, and the ten round nipples hidden in her soft shoes were slightly clasped.

But if you don’t tell me about the shoes, no one will know.

"Next, you will face the real heretics who truly hold great power and are the cradle of flesh and blood. You must capture these villains who hold the rituals, and even participate in those rituals yourself."

"I'm not worried about Fernandez and Crow, they are experienced, experienced and powerful people. I don't care about Shandel Kratofer either."

"But I don't want to see you..."

"I don't want to see my most promising executive officer indulge in the addiction of flesh and sensuality and become a slave to those cultists."

Her expression was calm, as if she had really only eaten an oyster, as if nothing had happened.

"so…"

and so.

Roland pursed his hot and wet lips.

"so…"

and so.

"So I'll teach you in advance."

She raised her chin slightly, hiding her unnatural expression, and gave a convincing reason:
"Let me teach you in advance that as a chief judge, I am responsible for my subordinates whom I am optimistic about and have high hopes for. This is really not a big deal. What do you think?"

"Tell me you were distracted just now. Try it again."

Roland had no time to pay attention to it now.

(End of this chapter)