The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 145 Ch.144 The Power of Organology
If the Inquisition had followed its 'original' approach, how would it have handled a salon suspected of holding a cult ritual?

——Pay a visit.

Let me put it in a way that is easier to understand.

- Kick open the door, make all humans except the executive officers kneel on the ground, and then burn to death the cultists and those who refuse to repent.

Therefore, Roland was very curious whether he and Fernandez would rush directly into the banquet.

"Why do you think a low-level cultist would be led by the Chief Inquisitor?"

Afternoon in the office.

Just Fernandez and Roland.

The priest can answer this boy's questions.

"To make sure we catch her...?"

"of course not."

Roland still has a lot to learn.

Except for the occult.

"Change the question, Roland."

"Why 'us'?"

Fernandez's words were both a test and a guide: "Apart from those who have been 'transferred' in recent days, there are also many team executive officers in the Tribunal - why did Lady Enid choose us to participate in this matter?"

Roland stroked the porcelain cup in quiet thought.

us…

"If you think a little more arrogantly, maybe it's to train Miss Kratov and me." Roland blinked: "Is that right?"

"Half." Fernandez pinched his thumb and index finger, leaving a small gap. "The more, it's 'merit'. You don't think that aliens and cultists are as common as poor people, do you?"

Roland: ...

He didn't like this metaphor very much.

Although they are indeed everywhere.

"Merit is a prerequisite for promotion and also a 'gold pound' in exchange for knowledge. The Inquisition has its own way of operating. Lady Enid cannot give away the secrets, rare items or materials in the secret library to anyone privately. Those were obtained with the blood of countless executors."

"If you want to get these, you must have enough merits."

Fernandez gave a sinister smile: "Cultists and aliens are just that."

Then.

Roland understood the meaning of the words: "This is Ms. Enid. She has taken good care of our team."

Fernandez glanced at him.

Is to take care of you.

What has it got to do with me?
Before Roland, he had rarely seen Lady Enid - the Chief Judge was either away on a mission or hiding in her office all day.

No one dared to disturb.

Otherwise, the next day, people would hear screams coming from the training ground.

To be blasphemous: Roland's arrival was like a hot torrent that awakened a long-frozen Valkyrie named Enid Jutia - or maybe it was just a coincidence, but Lady Enid did make a "change" after Roland appeared.

"In addition to merit, Lady Enid also wants you and the children of the Kratov family to truly experience what a cultist is."

Fernandez said.

The man Roland encountered and shot dead at the banquet was not a true cultist.

"You will be attending the salon with Shandel Kratov - I will arrange two reasonable identities for you."

Enter...the party?
"I thought they would just kick the door open and kill the cultists... or something like that?"

"You can try this next time." Fernandez raised his eyebrows: "Just like that day at the Old Dog and the Duck - you reminded me of..."

He paused, still not saying the name.

Keshhai.

The priest looked gloomy.

Before, Keshihai was the "banner" of the Inquisition second only to Lady Enid - and due to the "inaction" of the Chief Judge and his "cowardice" towards important figures, for a long time, the executors were proud of Keshihai.

At that time, Fernandez was still a rookie.

Every day he heard news about 'Lord Keshhai': true or rumored.

The officers followed his example and learned to handle each case as he did.

until…

He apostatized and left.

Not only did it take away a group of fanatical executors, it also completely took away the last bones that supported the body of the Inquisition. In the following years, they were like mud.

"The crows will adjust your appearance, and the Inquisition will provide you with your identities. Other than that, you just need to witness the cultists' disgusting rituals with your own eyes and protect yourself during the rituals until Mistress Enid and I go in and tear their heads off."

"Is there a problem?"

"Adjust... your appearance?" Roland was surprised: "Is it a rare item?"

"If you are smart enough, you should know that if it is really a rare object, there is no need to mention my name." Crow pushed the door open exhausted.

In addition to his cold voice and malicious look, Enid and another girl also came in after him.

"Good day, Roland."

Enid's eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and there were some emotions hidden in her brown eyes that could be felt without having to understand them.

Roland felt his face getting a little hot, and greeted him with a smile.

And another…

"Good day, Collins."

The sound is crisp and clear.

"…Ms. Kratov?!"

The girl's hair was no longer gray, but light blonde; the tip of her nose became more upturned, but a little sharper; her face was elongated, so it didn't look so round; her eyebrows were different from their usual straight shape, and now had a very obvious curve.

The lips are also a lot thicker.

These adjustments made it almost unrecognizable to Roland.

"To be honest, you observe her much more carefully than you observe your uncle."
-
She is my teammate.

"Oh, that's a good reason."

"This is the application of the great art, Roland." Fernandez said as he stood up, moved chairs for Enid and Kratov, and ignored the crow.

The crow with greasy hair ignored him and slowly pulled out the chair behind the desk and sat down.

It wasn't until Fernandez settled Enid and poured tea for them both that he discovered it.

"That's my seat." The priest crossed his arms and said with disgust: "You haven't taken a shower in a few days."

Crow said nothing, staring at him with cold eyes.

“It’s a great technique.”

Enid glanced at the two people who were saying, "You glare at me? Then I glare at you too." She held the cup handle and said to Roland, "I think Fernandez taught you this lesson. Those who have studied the great art deeply will have an extra special "power" - just like the power bestowed on us by the great ceremony or each link of the road."

she says.

Roland searched through his previous memories, and a word popped into his mind.

"Organology?"

Kratov clapped his hands. "Correct, Collins."

Enid glanced at Shandel and said to Roland, "Yes, it's Organology. If you study it to a certain level, you can master this power - you can adjust the appearance of humans to a limited extent and change them in a short period of time... just like you saw."

"Now, can you recognize Shandel Kratov?"

Roland shook his head.

If it weren't for the voice, the deep enough impression and the habit of calling the last name, he would hardly have recognized that this was Shandel Kratov.

"But I can't change my eye color." Crow interrupted sinisterly: "If someone doubts you, they might cut off a part of your body and use it as part of the ritual..."

"Don't scare him, Crow." Fernandez curled his lips. "With Lady Enid leading the team, nothing will go wrong."

The crow nodded seriously: "Yes."

"but…"

He looked at Enid.

"But how many times has our great and powerful chief judge led a team over the years?"

Fernandez frowned: "Do you really have to get beaten today?"

Crow frowned and said in a deep voice: "Tell me something you can do, Devinson."

Fernandez: "Now get your ass off my chair and come with me to the training ground."

Raven: "And then, seeing you crying for your mother... or, 'Lady Enid'...?"

Enid looked at him teasingly and put down her teacup.

"Looks like you're healed? Both of you should meet me at the training ground tomorrow."

Fernandez: ...It's all your fucking fault.

Crow: Get lost.

(End of this chapter)