The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 148 Ch.147 Salon
Ms. Jasmine is a gentle woman who is consistent with the rumors.

At least it seemed so.

She had light brown hair, a slender figure, upturned eyes, and spoke softly - she did not look at the 'bloated' Mr. Henry Evans with strange eyes, nor did she feel sorry for the contempt she received from people around her.

She personally received the siblings, and after receiving the 'reply', she smiled meaningfully - Roland drew a symbol on his chest according to what Enid told him.

Ms. Jasmine did not give any further response, but just nodded slightly, and while talking about today's guests, she led them into the salon.

The brightly lit manor separates the darkness from the iron gate.

Roland guessed that the cost of the lights alone for that night was more than two weeks' salary.

Some ladies with gorgeous makeup were holding fans, and some gentlemen were holding goblets.

Some melodious music, some pleasant or loud laughter.

This was no different from the salon at Chloe's house that Roland had attended.

He was no longer curious about it.

"I seldom come."

Shandel held Roland's arm and spoke in a low voice, his eyes scanning the people around him who were either standing straight or elegant: "...Grandpa often asks me to participate, but I'm a little uncomfortable with it."

she says.

"They would surround me, all bewildered. I wouldn't know what to say or how to say it."

Roland looked forward, his thin lips moving slightly: "Me too, Miss Kratov. I am not used to this kind of life. I always feel uncomfortable all over, as if I am wrapped in a layer of wax. I wish it would last long enough to solidify me in this shell."

Shandel showed his little white teeth, his eyebrows curved: "I like your metaphor, brother."

Roland raised his chin towards the garden where the laughter came from: "Love music as much as you love me, sister. It is the blood given by God to artists."

With his bulging belly, he and his sister came near the band, observing vaguely.

Listened to a few songs.

"I didn't see that Benevento." Roland moved his arm slightly and said softly.

"If he doesn't come, it might be a good thing," replied Xiandel.

During the song change, a few gentlemen came up to chat with me.

Roland tried to cope with it the way Cherry Chloe did in his memory, which was neither good nor bad - Henry Evans was originally from the country, so...

Probably okay?
"There seems to be something wrong with the maid. Have you noticed, brother?"

"of course."

"Let's get closer and go around these people."

Both ritualists discovered problems with the servants—those who served Ms. Jasmine and those who stood in the main hall to receive guests. They exuded a very faint "secret".

apprentice.

They were unable to control their newfound power well, and were always subconsciously activating it, trying to fiddle with it or use it to replace their eyes and hands - this was very obvious to Roland.

How did Shandel discover it?
"Eyes." The girl smiled sweetly and looked forward: "When normal people look at their own kind, they will never look like they are looking at a plate of grilled steak."

Roland looked strange.

"Ask her if she can see the coldness in your eyes."
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I'm on a mission.

"I'll help you to relieve your boredom."
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vegetables.

"I can shut up."

The two walked around the main hall and had some "close" contact with the servants.

"There are seven in total."

Shandel spoke weakly, half leaning against Roland, like a girl clinging to her brother: "Maybe he's an apprentice... maybe he's holding a gun."

Roland nodded slightly.

"That Ms. Jasmine...what do you think?"

They had just had close contact with the hostess of the banquet, but Shandel didn't feel anything 'special' from her.

She must be a ritualist.

Must be above them.

But I don’t know which ring it is.

Shandel muttered, "Mistress Enid said 'low ring'."

That is, below the Fifth Ring Road.

"You trust Ms. Enid more than Mr. Crow." Roland chuckled and said, "You should be an executive officer."

Shandel tightened Roland's arm and said, "I already am, brother. Of course I want to be an executive officer, hunting down cultists and aliens like you. When I embarked on the path of becoming a "saint", I once thought that I would never have the chance to work with an executive officer again..."

"I didn't expect that—" Roland was quite puzzled about why Shandel joined Fernandez's team.

"Yes, it was my grandfather who fulfilled my wish."

Shandel could see Roland's confusion.

This is also the doubt of many people around her.

"They still don't understand why a candidate for the monastery's sainthood, a ritualist with a promising future, or even a bright future, would step into the mud and dye her clean and pure skirt black."

"Candidate for Saint."

“A new point of knowledge has emerged.”

"The Parliament of Truth has its members and its president; the Tribunal has its chief judge; the church and the monastery should also have the person 'closest to the gods' -" Shandel said as he smiled at a young man who had been staring at him for a long time, then shook his head slightly with an apologetic look.

So, someone's heart was broken.

He only has about nine thousand left.

"The one who is closest to the gods: that is, the one who has passed the monastery selection and stood out."

"She will become a saint of the church, preside over the 'dedication ceremony' every year, serve God with her body, and possess some authority of the church and the monastery."

Roland remained quiet until she finished speaking.

"That sounds good, Miss Krattorfer."

Roland certainly couldn't ask her whether she had been rejected or thought she would be rejected, which was why she left the monastery and joined the Inquisition; nor could he continue to discuss the topic, otherwise it would evolve into something that Fernandez cared about: doubting Archbishop Kratov's intentions.

Roland recently got an egg, had his first kiss, lost Cherry-Chloe, faced off against the Bluebloods, and personally fought the Seven Ring Ritualist (and was beaten one-sidedly).

He really didn't want to get himself into more trouble.

But Shandel Kratov didn't seem willing to let him go.

"You're just trying to fool me."

The perceptive gray-haired (blonde) lady seemed to be able to see through Roland's fake face and see his unnatural expression.

Or, through his unprotected eyes.

Roland pressed the tip of his shoe and relaxed his ankle on the soft grass (the gardener in this house was very hardworking). "I can't say those inappropriate words to you."

The girl turned her head to look at him, her lake-blue eyes flashing with a faint eagerness and inquiry.

"Ask me."

"The inappropriate kind."

Roland frowned: "Ms. Kratov?"

He felt something was wrong.

The arm wrapped around his arm gradually tightened.

"Ask me." She said a little loudly.

Roland glanced around, then took Shandel's hand unnoticeably and dragged her away from the crowd to a place deep in the garden where few people went.

"You must be wondering: Did you fail the selection?"

She is still talking.

"You must want to know, right?"

"Why didn't she pass the selection?"

"What did Shandel Kratov do? Was she considered 'unclean' by the monastery and whipped? Or was she cornered by a group of candidate saints, pushed down, stuffed in the mouth with smelly, dirty socks, and trampled with their feet? Did she kneel at the selection site and be insulted in public with the most intense words..."

Roland walked faster and faster.

In the black night, Shandel Kratov's eyes were as bright as two crystal gems waiting to be admired and discovered. With unspeakable desire, he stared at the man in front of him.

"Roland."
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I know.
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There is a problem here.

"You are stepping into a great ritual."

- I remember my eyes could...

"'There is a chance of witnessing a mysterious and invisible ritual,' Roland."

"Probability, do you understand?"

"If you sneak into the bathroom of the Taylor house, you might see an empty bathroom, and you might see Beatrice holding the American continent while washing herself... or maybe it's her brother."

-Brother and sister don't use the same bathroom, wrench.

"I'm talking to you about the bathroom now??"

(End of this chapter)