The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 146: Blasphemer

Among the great arts, Organology can adjust a person's appearance after in-depth study.

This is amazing.

When Roland sat in front of the crow with his eyes closed, he felt a ball of cold mud sticking to his forehead.

Then, the bridge of the nose.

It's the cheeks and the chin.

Like ice, but very soft.

Crow fiddled with his face, pinching his brows, then pressing the tip of his nose hard.

This process lasted for nearly an hour, during which he was not allowed to move his head, open his eyes, or... dance, take a shower, or run around.

Until the softness and coldness on your face disappears.

The person in the mirror is no longer 'Roland Collins'.

His eyes were still as yellow as honey and his hair was still black.

But the face is different.

——A fat nose tip, a low nose bridge, a pointed face that became a square face, eyes that were reduced to a slit, thick and thick eyebrows…

Roland pinched his cheeks.

There was no sense of 'strangeness' at all - as if he had always looked like this.

The crow put some meat paste and miscellaneous tools into the box, and from time to time glanced at the young man in the mirror, with a sense of gloating.

It's not that he can't make people more beautiful.

But first, Roland couldn't be more beautiful.

Secondly, the identity found by the Tribunal is fixed, and the appearance of the identity owner cannot be changed.

He didn't know what expression a beautiful person like her would have when she suddenly found herself in the mirror turned into this - pain, disbelief, or shame and fear of seeing people?

He looked forward to Roland's reaction and talked about it with relish for weeks.

"how are you feeling?"

The crow said with malicious concern.

Roland didn't answer at first. He pinched here and touched there. Then, he straightened his chest and hummed a few times at the person in the mirror in a rough voice.

crow:?
"Mr. Crow." Roland turned his head.

"What."

"How long can you let me keep this 'face'?"

"A whole day, Collins. But my suggestion is half a day. Otherwise, it will be easy for someone with insight to see through it."

Raven observed his expression.

Unfortunately, he did not see any 'shame' or 'pain' on Roland's face.

Instead, there are some...

Want to try?

"If I complete the task quickly enough, who knows, I might even be able to go home and scare my uncle..."

He heard Roland talking to himself.

"What did you say?" the crow asked in confusion.

Roland turned around completely, put his hands on his hips, and said in a rough voice: "I am a servant hired by Roland Collins! Mr. Pushou Collins, he told me to hit you on the head with a broom every night when you snore!"

crow:……

This idiot boy, I really thought too much.

The crow rolled his eyes, ignored him, and walked out with the box.

——When Roland returned to the office again, the continuous laughter turned the place into a sea of ​​joy.

Especially Fernandez.

He laughed the most.

“Hahahahahaha Roland Collins hahahaha…East, East District…East District Angel…hahahaha…”

Kratov covered his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

Enid admired Roland's behavior - deliberately sticking out his flat belly and swaggering like a guy who suddenly became rich and looked down on others.

"Very distinctive eyebrows, Raven."

She praised.

"I'll try my best to make him 'ordinary', Enid... Lady." Crow looked at Roland and spoke slowly: "As long as he doesn't reveal too big... flaws. Or, he doesn't get so proud as to get in close contact with others."

Enid raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"How do you feel, fat angel?" Fernandez stood up from his chair, walked to Roland and looked at his new face. He pointed at his belly and said in amazement: "You should put a pillow here, and you can really become a 'fat man' - oh, and you have to wear more clothes and pants to make your limbs look thicker."

"Roland?"

Roland squeezed his voice, held his head high, and glanced at Fernandez with contempt.

"Please add 'sir', otherwise, I will never answer you."

Fernandez couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, your identity is Henry Evans." Enid said with a smile, "Chandel Kratov's is Eleanor Evans."

"This brother and sister are followers of a cult, and they are also new participants in Ms. Jasmine's salon this time. Crow led a team to secretly capture the brother and sister, as well as the person who gave them the invitation letter a few days ago. Now, you two will take their places."

Henry Evans.

Eleanor Evans.

"A very interesting... brother and sister." Crow said slowly, "When we broke in, this close brother and sister were studying each other's... bodies on the ground."

He was very frugal with his words, but he said everything.

Fernandez looked disgusted.

"Cult members are always so... so..."

Crow disagreed: "I think this is a natural hobby of them."

Enid knocked on the table.

"Chandel Kratov, Roland Collins."

"The invitation letter from the two siblings said that there would be a small private party after the salon. I guess they performed those illegal rituals at the party."

"In addition to observation, you also have to help me find someone at the banquet - if possible, try to save his life... I mean, on the premise of protecting your own lives."

Enid said.

"His name is Benevento."

"Sutherland, or the Duke of Stafford."

Even Roland was a little surprised when he heard the name.

He was indeed a "countryman" who had just arrived in London, but his name was not only known in London.

George Sutherland Benevento, this name represents a sentence:

'The richest man in the country.'

People speculate and say this.

Roland thought that even if the rumors were wrong, he was not the richest, but at least the second or third richest, right?

"Oh, you want the executor of the Inquisition to protect a gentleman who is good at 'cleansing'?" Raven's expression turned extremely ugly, which was extremely rare. This was not like the anger when talking about the 'weakness' of the Inquisition, but a kind of real hatred buried deep in his eyes.

Enid accepted the hatred in his gaze calmly and said in a gentle voice: "Raven, the Inquisition needs him, and the monarch needs him too."

"We need to show mercy in times of crisis, rather than making him think that the danger never existed."

The crow mocked, "When did you learn these conspiracies? Who did you learn from? Your enemy? Or your partner?"

Enid said calmly: "I sympathize with your situation, Crow. But you have to understand me..."

"I cannot understand you, Lady Enid," the crow said. "I do not know where you will lead the Inquisition - we are heading for war."

Enid looked from Raven to Fernandez.

The priest hesitated to speak.

"Let me talk to the crow," she said.

Fernandez looked depressed, took back the words on his lips, and glared at the crow fiercely: "You'd better use your little respect here."

He bowed slightly to Enid, then left with Chandel and Roland.

The door closed, and after a moment, the 'hatred' on Crow's face suddenly disappeared - he pulled out a chair and sat opposite Enid: "What do you want to do?"

Enid played with her hair and said nothing.

"I have worked with Fernandez for many years and know clearly what the ritualists of the Holy Flame Road lack." Crow stared at the nonchalant woman with a fierce look in his eyes: "You won't send these executives who respect you to death...right?"

"Answer me, Enid...my Lord." Enid seemed uninterested.

"The duty of an executive officer is to send the cultists and aliens to death." Her tone was flat, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her: "...If necessary, I will turn myself into flames."

"Hatred is the best faith."

After hearing this, Crow's eyes burst into astonishing anger: "We surround you and the Inquisition, not to become fuel for your ambitions..."

"Then who are you doing this for?" Enid glanced at him and said in a strange tone: "For God? For the sword that can be a benefactor? For the judgment of sin?"

She waved her hands gently, as if she wanted to use a gust of wind to blow away these people's foolish "loyalty".

"That's not funny. The Ten Crowned God is asleep, Grant."

"You are still able to maintain your unwavering faith. You are truly a group of faithful people..."

She opened her lips slightly, her voice barely audible.

Crow clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands: "You are not worthy of being the presiding judge."

Enid seemed to agree with this statement.

She said sincerely, "You're right, Grant. I should have given this position to Keshihai, right? Then you would have followed him and crashed into the foundation of this country a few years ago - those people you disliked."

"Then, the entire country will be completely reduced to a scorched earth."

"Is this what you want?"

The crow was still angry, but no words came out of its mouth.

"You're right. I don't really care about the life or death of the Inquisition or the Executor."

Enid raised her lips, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "You know very well that the higher the Holy Flame goes, the fewer things you care about - but they are also becoming more and more important... At least for now, my approach is beneficial to the Inquisition, isn't it?"

"Standing by Victoria's side is our best option."

“You, the other executives, including Fernandez—who doesn’t want to be a winner?”

"Bloodshed is inevitable, you should look at this matter calmly."

The crow gnashed his teeth and said, "This is the blood of our brothers and sisters."

Enid's sarcasm became even stronger, as if she had heard a huge joke: "Brothers and sisters?! Who? You? Or Fernandez? Who can be brothers and sisters with you? A bunch of idiots wielding swords for that sleeping ghost?"

"The Father of All..."

"He didn't say anything."

There was only indifference in the woman's eyes.

"Doctrines are made up by men, Grant."

"I hope you understand this, Three Rings fool."

"The Inquisition was once the sword of the Church, the sword of the Benefactor - so why can't it be my sword? You offer your loyalty to that illusory phantom, and one day, when you are fortunate enough to come before Him and question Him..."

"Guess what answer you'll get?"

Enid shook her head slowly, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Nothing, Grant."

she says.

“He knows nothing.”

“‘I didn’t ask you to do this.’ That’s what He would say.”

The crow looked at Enid for a long time, over and over again.

He could only give one answer now.

"Blasphemer."

Hearing this, Enid couldn't help but chuckle: "Are you going to report me? Grant, report a judge? Why do you think Keshihai left?"

The crow's eyes were firm: "Because of his own beliefs - faith and piety in the Father of All Things. But you don't have that. He doesn't want to meet you and other brothers and sisters in blood..."

"So, leaving is the best option... What? Are you going to tell me that Keshihai was actually wrong? A pious person was wrong, and a blasphemer was right?"

Enid raised her index finger.

As a brilliant golden flame burned, the woman began to speak irrelevant words.

“I like his cigars.”

She looked through the crow, as if she was looking at another person.

"Special...attractive..."

Raven frowned, "Lord Enid."

The woman sighed and blew gently, extinguishing the flame.

"You are particularly stupid." She shifted her body, leaning back in her chair, and resting her head on the heel of her palm. "Have you ever hunted?"

The crow said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

“When does the hound come into play?”

Enid said to herself:

"Of course, when there is plenty of prey."

"Then, when all the prey in the territory has been hunted..."

"hound."

“Is there still a need for it to exist?”

"Can you... still tolerate it growling at the master or the master's friends from time to time?"

This is not a question.

The crow deadpanned, "If a hound changes its owner, it's no longer a hound?"

Enid laughed: "That depends on whether the master can hold the rope."

The crow was silent for a moment, then added: "We only stay in the Inquisition for the purpose of trial and punishment."

Enid shook her head.

She understood Grant's 'fanaticism' and 'stubbornness' - no, it was more hatred than fanaticism.

In the Inquisition, most of the executors hate cultists or aliens.

Because of their parents, because of their children, because of their wives.

Hatred is the best belief.

'A gift.'

She recited it silently and shook her head to dispel the shadow in her mind.

"Your judgment and punishment are selfish. If you have a chance, you can ask Keshihai. Grant, there are many things you don't know at all." Enid looked at the man in front of her and said sincerely: "The teachings of the Crown God are just lies - shrouded in the mysterious world..."

"A big lie."

"I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, or gods..."

"Better at lying than humans."

Crow crossed his arms and sneered, obviously not believing a word of it.

Enid knew that it would be better to say this to Fernandez than to Crow. The bear-like man was not as simple-minded as he looked. He was very smart.

but…

He is the captain of Shandel and Roland.

It is not a good thing to let him know too much too early.

"I never thought, Enid, that you would have such blasphemous ideas."

Crow looked at the calm woman and felt a chill in his heart.

He once envied the power of the "Holy Flame" Road, and also envied the ritualists who walked on this road: they were cold and ruthless, fanatical, but also rational and wise.

To them, "mortal scars" are not defects, but rather a gift.

It takes away their 'flaws' as humans.

But today, he saw another side of the Holy Flame.

When 'No Mercy' happened to Enid Judya, and she watched...

It feels like being immersed in the coldest ice lake in winter.

A woman without mercy.

Raven doubted that she even cared about her own life.

The Road of the Holy Flame.

The ritualist closest to its end, when he tore off the skin, found an emotionless monster inside.

A blasphemer.

(End of this chapter)