The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 158 Ch.157 Gourmet

Before the Inspectorate and the Church arrive, the Inquisition will "clean up" the scene - by cleaning up, they mean taking away all dangerous items.

In simple terms:

valuable.

This is also a rule that is not stated explicitly but is followed by everyone - just like 'whoever completes the task has the right of first refusal'.

The same is true for the Inspectorate, but there may be differences in details; other organizations may be more stringent than the Inquisition, or more generous than the Inquisition, Roland is not sure.

This time, the Inquisition has the authority to take away all the 'dangerous contraband' here.

What they found wasn't much, but it was valuable:

Half a box of gold pounds of varying value.

Some valuable jewelry.

Jewelry.

Unsigned oil painting.

Some nearly new, expensive maxi dresses.

Several vaguely worded letters.

A sharp boning knife, a rare object.

A plump eyeball engraved with black scriptures.

Some dry powder of unknown texture and purpose.

……

Roland, who had a wrench, was the first to figure this out.

……

"Name: Sharp Boning Knife"

"Type: Strange Item (Spirit)"

"A boning knife stained with the blood of a thousand virgins. Its previous users have used it to perform some kind of cruel, twisted ritual, and countless lives have died under the blade. When you get close, you can hear the spirits screaming."

"When holding this magical object, the spirit is slightly activated, greatly enhancing the strength of the arm."

"It's extremely sharp. Armor that is not strong enough is as thin as paper in front of it."

"The boning knife will adjust the way it processes food and the taste of the food according to the 'preferences' of the holder."

"Note: When holding, you will be targeted by 'them'."

"Note: After each use, the holder must donate a certain amount of blood..."

"Note: No one knows what 'a certain amount' is."

……

Next, it was the eyeball engraved with black scriptures.

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"Name: Whipper/Meat Pleasure"

Type: Grand Ceremony

"Principle: Pleasure/Flesh/Hunger/Thirst/Birth/Reproduction/Pain"

"Ritual: Bones of the Whip Bearer/Blood of the Ultimate Pleasure Bearer"

Prayer: Omitted

"Effect: The ritualist will gain all whip-related experience and knowledge of the 'ritual object - hand'."

"Note: The upper limit of experience/knowledge is one hundred years."

……

"※Addictions and desires blossom in the flesh."

……

This is the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, or in other words, a great ceremony that can only be used by ritualists who have embarked on the Crimson Road.

According to Wrench.

'passive'.

……

Finally, there was a pinch of brown powder wrapped in letter paper, of unknown texture and purpose.

……

"Dry powder (you can taste it with your tongue)"

……

Roland swore with his head that this thing was definitely not a good thing - based on his understanding of wrenches.

Study room on the second floor.

Crow and Fernandez were waiting for the incoming detectives on the first floor, and there were only two ladies on the second floor…

and Roland. "I can't believe this cultist is using the Burns blanket. I don't even have many of these valuables..."

Enid was rummaging through the closet, chatting casually with Cinder beside her.

"I can give you a dress that's very fashionable these days. It's said to be limited edition." Shandel picked up a skirt, threw it on the carpet, kicked it aside, poked his head inside, and flipped through another cabinet. "What color do you like?"

Enid smiled and raised her voice. "No one has ever said that except you, Kratov. People like Fernandez and... and Crow don't understand or pay attention to what their superiors like."

Roland: ...
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Is the Burns blanket expensive?
"Luxury goods."
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Luxury goods?

"The ones Beatrice always wears."
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You mean, the thing she used to wipe her hands or as a paintbrush?
"Yes, the regular version is only a few pounds a piece, which is not too expensive."

"For limited editions, the price is slightly doubled."

"Super limited edition... it's super double."

Roland: ...

The conversation between the two women behind me could be heard from afar.

"It is a quality that only a perceptive and thoughtful gentleman can pay attention to what a lady likes. Although we cannot be called 'ladies', we occasionally hope to receive such 'attention' from others."

"You are right, Master Enid."

Roland: ...
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I'll check out the Pence house.

"I remember you had at least a thousand pounds."
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Cherry left it to me, and I have other uses for it.

"Oh, you can't afford the limited edition ones with your salary... you should practice for another two and a half years."
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What two and a half years?

"Ugh."

"I am so alone."

Roland: ...
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You are so annoying.
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What is the powder used for?
Wrench didn't reply, but just kept laughing.

Roland thought about it and turned back.

"Lord Enid."

He gathered the gold pounds, sorted them out from the drawer, and put them into the wooden box.

——On the table in front of Roland was a wooden box filled with gold coins, a boning knife, an unknown dry powder wrapped in letter paper, and a hydrated eyeball.

"What is this?" Roland tapped the table and pointed at the envelope. "I see you've included it in your 'harvest'?"

Enid and Cinder looked at each other, and it was rare for neither of them to speak first.

"Kratov?"

Shandel awkwardly gathered her drooping hair and glared at Roland, her eyes sparkling.

"That's the stuff of a vicious ritual, Roland."

A ritual that Shandel could call vicious.

Roland became even more curious.

"Grind it into... and apply it on your tongue."

Enid interrupted, looked at Roland awkwardly, came to the table, put all the things into a wooden box, and handed it to Roland to hold.

"Let's go, our people should be here."

She was the first to go downstairs in a hurry, swinging her skirt, leaving Roland holding the wooden box in confusion.

?

What is ground into...what?
What do you mean?
"That's a very cruel ritual, Roland." Shandel passed by him, her watery eyes looking up from bottom to top, and her tongue tip swept across her dry lips.

"A great ceremony can make the user more attractive."

She took small steps forward, moving closer to Roland, her slender fingers sliding over the wooden box he was holding.

Then, it accidentally slid across someone's knuckles.

“…makes them more attractive.”

Shandel tiptoed and sang quietly, making Roland's ears itch with every word: "... a very vicious... but also a wonderful ritual."

She knocked on the wooden box lid a few times with a smile, then stepped back with her hands behind her back, her head tilted to the side where her gray hair was scattered.

"…This mission is over, and we have a long break."

"Can I have afternoon tea with you?"

Roland paused as he was about to move forward.

He turned slightly to face the girl with her hands behind her back and stared at her.

After a while, he shook his head slightly.

"I'm afraid I should be the one to say that."

Roland smiled brightly: "Ms. Kratov, may I have the honor of inviting you to spend a pleasant afternoon with me?"

The gray-haired girl smiled as she lifted her wet skirt and bent her knees slightly.

"I'd love to, Roland."

(End of this chapter)