The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 166 Ch.165 Didn’t you say…

Fernandez did not want Roland to participate in the interrogation of the cultists.

From what he said, it seemed that there were people in the Inquisition who were specifically responsible for this part. This bloody and cruel interrogation process might not be a big deal for the merciless "Holy Flame", but he had some "little thoughts" and didn't want Roland to be stained with the cruel blood.

The day after the arrest, Roland came to the court.

Brought a lavender paisley shawl from Burns.

It cost seven pounds.

"If you calculate it based on a cup of coffee a day, the price of this popular shawl is basically enough for you to drink coffee for a year."
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The lady certainly spent more than seven pounds on me.
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Besides, the help she has given me cannot be measured in gold pounds.

"I didn't stop you."

Flames leap.

"I just don't understand. It seems that no matter what era it is, some things are always only meant for a small number of people to enjoy."

"Humans are so interesting..."
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interesting?

"The creatures that were originally chaotic created order in order to allow a smaller number of chaotic creatures to use this order to maintain their own chaos... Isn't this interesting enough?"
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I don't understand what you are saying.

"I don't understand either. Su Yue's memory is very interesting."
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Ms. Nina...

Roland pursed his lips and climbed the stairs.

The executors who hurried past in the court greeted him one after another - some nodded seriously, some bowed with a smile, and some lifted their skirts and bent their legs: since Roland joined the court and did some great things, the executors' kindness towards him was almost overflowing.

First, he 'single' killed a cultist who entered the ring.

This impressed some executives.

Secondly, he made the presiding judge, who had long been indifferent to the court, begin to 'thaw'.

So another group of executives took a liking to him.

Finally, he was partnered with Mr. 'Social Butterfly' of the Inquisition - you can imagine how many times he was mentioned.

Roland could sense everyone's goodwill and kindness towards him.

only…

Some older executives looked at him strangely: every time they passed by him, he always had a 'kind' and 'gratified' smile on his face.

knock knock.

Fernandez had been busy interrogating cultists recently, so Roland naturally knocked on Enid's office door.

It can be seen that the lady likes his gift very much.

That shawl.

She asked Roland how much money he had given, and said that his work was not easy and he should save money for his future life instead of buying her this expensive gift that ordinary people could not afford.

Roland said that she had the right to spend the money she earned on who she wanted and buy things that would make her happy.

Then Enid started to chuckle, holding her chin up and looking at him intently.

not talking anymore.

For the first time, Roland discovered that her smile looked a bit silly.

Kind of silly.

"Can you do me a favor, Roland?"

later.

Roland couldn't remember what she said or what he answered.

The memory seems to be covered with a layer of fog.

"help?"

"Ah."

"…it is good."

Enid tilted her face slightly, leaned back gently, and sank into the sofa. A thin white fish with five dark blue scales that had been raised for many years slowly climbed onto the long table.

It has thin veins and light blue blood vessels.

Tilt upwards.

Her voice was like a small boat swaying restlessly in the waves, rocking constantly.

"Do me a favor... Me, my executive officer."

The white fish brought a long, thick gray cotton sock.

This woman who can make men bow down to her like a dog and who is cold and aloof all day long has a strange charm that can make people obsessed.

But at this moment, when she was being stared at by Roland and tilted her head in shame, this charm became the most insignificant part of her.

Roland keenly grasped this point and realized the mystery behind it - under his beautiful skin, what was burning was the unique white blood of men.

He felt a fire burning up his spine, and his heart no longer in his chest, but quietly ran to his ears.

He seemed to have awakened a certain innate ability of a male at this moment:
From the repetitive and boring air, from the mixed and vague emotions, accurately grasp the thrilling thread.

Grab aggressively.

It seemed like he was born with the ability to see, but he just had to open his eyes today.

"Yi." "Ni."

"Virtue."

The breathy sound is sticky at first, then separates crisply and is played carefully.

Roland felt like he was becoming very strange: his mood, which should have been cheerful, was like a water pipe that was stuffy but not bursting, and the trembling caused by the blocked water flow was waiting to explode at the last moment.

He found Enid's profile beautiful.

He found that she could no longer maintain a constant expression. Roland saw her panic and found her flaw.

This caused Roland's instincts from ancient times that had been buried in his flesh, blood, and bones to quickly awaken.

The ritualists pay attention to the soul and attach importance to the soul.

Some ritualists value the soul more than the flesh.

But at this moment, Roland didn't want the soul to get in the way.

He didn't need to bother the soul, he wanted to feel the moment himself.

But to his chagrin, the white soft fish still had a way out.

When there was a knock on the door, all the hazy, intoxicated and hot air was instantly blown away by the cold wind.

knock --

The light knock on the door was no less than a thunderclap in the two quiet and highly concentrated brains.

After a few seconds, the two people sitting opposite each other returned to their proper identities.

Executive Officer Roland.

Judge Enid.

So, he answered and the door was slowly pushed open.

It's Fernandez.

"Sir, about Mr. Benevento—"

The sound stopped suddenly.

"Roland?" Fernandez showed a hint of surprise, and his tone subconsciously rose a little: "I said you can take a break these two days..."

"I just happened to be passing by the courtroom." Roland grasped the lacquered wooden staff handle with an unsatisfied hand, and felt disappointed as he stroked it. "I came to see you by the way."

When Fernandez heard this, he grinned subconsciously, strode over, patted Roland on the shoulder, and smiled brightly:
"Don't worry about me, Roland. The Inquisition has its own special interrogators... Besides, I've been in the Inquisition for almost ten years - ten years of experience, you're worrying about the wrong person!"

Roland rubbed his painful shoulder in dissatisfaction.

This made Fernandez laugh even louder.

"You worry about this and that all the time, which doesn't make you an 'executive'." He said, "But I like this point about you. To be honest, Roland, you did such a great job this time. I think you can become an official executive soon."

Enid just stared at Roland with a smile.

She seemed to have absorbed enough moisture from the previous communication, and the brown color in her eyebrows was soft and charming.

The temperatures of different parts of the human body can be different.

If the left hand is hanging down, the right hand is held with the other hand for a long time.

If you love the other hand, and its owner, then it will sweat.

The palms will become damp, those tiny hairs that may be difficult to detect with the naked eye will become highly sensitive, and the dark blue fingers will curl up, stretch, and curl up again restlessly.

Even with gloves on.

Enid swallowed slowly, concealed the emotions in her eyes, and coughed softly.

This made the priest who wanted to say a few words to Roland shut up immediately.

It only took him half a second to change his expression, his face became stern and his back straightened.

"Sir, regarding Mr. Benevento... how should we deal with him next? Given what happened to his family, it is impossible for him to have any contact with the cultists... especially the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood."

"Let's talk outside." Enid seemed a little hurried. She walked past Roland and Fernandez in two or three steps, pushed the door and left.

The fluttering skirt, only the young man with a particularly sensitive sense of smell can smell the special difference at this moment.

Fernandez looked at Roland, then at the empty table.

"You just arrived?"

Without waiting for Roland's answer, he immediately turned around and followed.

Outside the door separated by a wall.

The cold woman folded her hands, and the white skin revealed by her one-line skirt was completely covered by the lavender shawl.

She watched her subordinate close the door and turn away.

"Do you have to come to me for everything, Fernandez?"

The sudden rebuke startled the priest who was about to report.

ah…?
Didn’t you say that I would report any results to you at any time?

(End of this chapter)