The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 147 Ch.146 Brothers and sisters in disguise

Ms. Jasmine's party was held in a small manor south of James Street.

A brother and sister rode in a carriage, passing through the quietly approaching moonlight.

"I'm a little hot."

A certain 'brother' was complaining.

When he was handed over to Chandel by Fernandez to be 'dressed up' - things got out of control.

In addition to the three-piece suit, he also put on several extra thick and thin cotton coats close to his body.

It made him look like a chubby... humanoid creature.

In short, it is definitely not a human being.

"No one would eat themselves like this." Roland scratched his chin and found that he had difficulty bending his arms. He couldn't help but blame the lady next to him - oh, she was dressed very beautifully.

Shandel Kratov turned his face slightly to the side, a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Collins."

She couldn't help dressing Roland up - just like she used to comb animals and dress porcelain dolls as a child: it was so much fun!
"I didn't hear 'sorry' in your voice..." Roland curled his lips: "Have you and Fernandez thought about it? We should be brother and sister - the appearance and body shape of a brother and sister should not be so different."

"But Mr. Crow has 'made' your face look like this - and in fact, this is what they look like."

Shandel Kratov suppressed his laughter and drew a circle in the air with his finger.

"Besides, no thin person's face would be this fat, Collins, you have to conform to the most basic human cognition."

Roland: ...

Cold winter day.

He's so hot.

"You're like a fat ball."
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You're like a fat fire in a fat ball's head.

"You really love to die with others."

Compared to her previous silence, after Roland witnessed the "holy work" of Chandel, the girl seemed to talk more to him.

In particular, Roland gave no 'advice' about her sacraments.

"Collins, what do you think Lady Enid and Mr. Crow will talk about?"

"I don't know, Kratov." Roland's eyes flickered slightly: "Maybe it's about the Inquisition and the Church."

"Church?" Shandel was confused: "Church...what's wrong?"

"Something complicated."

Shandel Kratov was dissatisfied: "I am already a grown-up girl, why do you think I must not understand? I know that the relationship between the Inquisition and the Church, the Monastery, and the Parliament of Truth is not very good - but in the final analysis, aren't we all walking in the glory of the Benefactor?"

"We are all under one God, and we will not and should not have any other thoughts except to demonstrate His greatness and selflessness."

Roland didn't know how to answer.

Shandel was a pious person, a Sister of Mercy in the Way of Saints, but his faith was not as strong as hers.

"...My grandfather mentioned the Inquisition." Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, Shandel began to talk to himself: "...He said that the way the Inquisition handled things was very inappropriate. Not only did it offend those powerful people and frighten the people, but it also caused the church to be blamed."

"But since something big happened..."

She stroked her chest and looked at Roland.

The dark blue shawl wrapped around the girl in the carriage made her look exceptionally noble and elegant - it suited her very well.

"I think it's probably what Lady Enid was talking about, Kashhai - after that incident, the Inquisition's approach has become much softer. That's a good thing, isn't it?"

Roland lowered his eyebrows and said, "Perhaps, Miss Kratov, but I don't hear any approval from your words."

Kratov put his legs together and moved slightly towards Roland twice.

She lowered her voice: "Because I always feel that the Inquisition did the right thing." She said: "The Inquisition is a sword. If a sword becomes soft, is it still a sword?"

She shouldn't have said that.

"so…"

Shandel smiled strangely. "I support the burning of the dead... and I also support your original approach, Collins. The Inquisition should not be confined to secular views, should not be afraid of power, and should not worry about losing its reputation..."

"I think she just wanted to see the horror of people being burned."
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agree.

"Have you ever seen a burning?" Roland asked.

As if frightened, Shandel covered his mouth with his hands: "... Collins! That is a very severe punishment, I rarely see it..."

"I am so disappointed that I am about to burst." "Under what circumstances will the judge of the Inquisition burn the criminals?" She asked casually, twisting the hanging golden thread, "I am afraid that the heretics today will be burned at the stake... right?"

"Maybe? If Ms. Enid agrees."

Roland could easily detect the trembling of the person beside him and the growing excitement in his lake-blue eyes.

Shandel clenched his fists and placed them on his legs, with each nail piercing into his palms.

Burning.

A wail of agony.

The flames tore through the skin and tore at the flesh.

Human flesh is no different from animal flesh, if it is cooked to the right degree…

It still exudes a fragrance.

Shandel Kratov thought cheerfully and hummed a song in his heart.

If you're lucky...

She was able to witness the birth of a cult barbecue.

"Ms. Krattorfer?"

Roland called out.

The girl beside him bit her lower lip gently, her eyes full of tears.

She turned her head and smiled at Roland.

"My sacrament today lies here, Collins. I will capture the cultists, save Mr. Benevento, and the gentlemen and ladies who have gone astray at the banquet." As she spoke, her expression suddenly changed. She was full of spring in the last second, but seemed to have fallen into eternal winter in the next second.

"…Poor Chloe, poor Wilson."

"They suffered terribly before they died."

"Same banquet, same case. But we can't save those two suffering souls..."

Shandel Kratov lowered his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and prayed silently for them.

The sound of prayers was drowned out by the sound of wheels colliding with stones.

About ten minutes later, she sighed softly and opened her eyes.

“Why is there sin?”

she asked Roland.

“Why is there such a terrible evil?”

She seemed to really pity the two gentlemen who were 'connected' in bed. "That murderer - now, he's a cultist. We will catch him sooner or later, right?"

Roland wanted to shrug, but unfortunately he couldn't. So he glared at Shandel again, "...Fernandez guessed that it was a ritualist from the Mithril Church. I heard him say that it seems that few executives deal with such people - they appear and disappear mysteriously, and have a special way to conceal their identities."

Shandel nodded: "Yes, I know the Mithril Church. It is an organization that lives on lies, but it is hard to figure out their purpose..."

"Humans shouldn't treat each other so cruelly..."

Everything that has happened in recent days seems to have made this young lady, whose mission is "compassion", sigh.

What a cruel and evil person.

She looked at Roland's profile staring out the window, and after a moment, she turned her head in the other direction and looked out the window.

A cruel evildoer.

Gouge out eyes, cut off ears, tongues, noses, break teeth and bones.

Like the pet dog she had handled as a child.

A small gift of three hundred pounds from her father.

When its fur is on the body, it is called one thing; when it is not on the body, it is called another thing.

When it's in bed...

Mom is another name.

Evil cultist, Mr. killer...

That's awesome.

Where are you?
(End of this chapter)