The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 168 Ch.167 A Familiar Name

From beginning to end, Roland didn't know the name of the messenger.

But he knew where he was going.

He was trampled by numerous pairs of boots (Roland kicked him in the butt), then stripped naked and thrown into the busy street, screaming "barbarian".

All in all, the ending was quite pleasant.

As for why Enid wanted to kill the Hyman siblings, Roland felt that Wrench made a lot of sense.

Because the Inquisition needs to move on completely.

Killing Heyman would mean no choice - perhaps that's the way the Supreme Being sees it.

When you have no choice, you can trust...

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These powerful people are really complicated, wrench.

"You'd rather be a happy little fool, right?"

Aside from the stripped messenger, the two detectives' fate was acceptable—especially Julie, who was disarmed and found two boxes of ceramic bullets on her body: these were passed on by Enid to Fernandez, who passed them on to Roland.

'Mrs. Enid says that Julie is now clear with you.'

Roland laughed for a full half minute.

To be honest, he almost forgot about it.

"Is this what everyone in the Inquisition is like?"

In short, most of the 'guests' at the banquet were not killed, except for the Heyman brothers and sisters who were burned to death.

As for the specific handling method, Roland didn't know what Enid and Victoria talked about.

However, only two people were released after treatment and purification.

One was George Sutherland Benevento, the target of Chandel and Roland at the party that day.

Fernandez said he would vouch with his head that the old gentleman would never have anything to do with the cultists, especially the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

And the survey results are indeed true.

The interrogators of the Inquisition pried open the cultist's mouth and obtained a name.

The name of a maid from a small merchant's family.

This maid led to a large number of men being implicated.

One of the drivers was from the Benevento family.

Then they discovered that the coachman had been in close contact with another servant recently - he was the servant of the second person who was released.

A name that is both familiar and unfamiliar to Roland.

Philip Chanderson.

After treatment, the two were invited to a separate lounge.

Three days later, when Roland came to the court again, he was stopped by Fernandez.

He and the priest had to pass through the longest corridor and through a narrow corridor to the second floor of the building.

Fernandez wanted to see the two innocent men before they left the courtroom.

It's a good opportunity for Roland to learn this, so he can save himself some trouble in the future.

"To be honest, the Inquisition should hire some servants who are more skilled."

There was dust everywhere.

"Then you have to tell Lady Enid." Fernandez wiped the wall with his finger: "I think we will have money soon."

The fact that these two were released so quickly was not only because they were innocent, but also because the judges of the Tribunal were efficient.

Also because they paid a lot of money.

George Sutherland Benevento 'donated' five thousand pounds to the Inquisition.

Philip Chandler had three thousand pounds.

Not the Church, but the Inquisition.

These donations allowed them to enjoy hot tea and pastries in a separate, warm room on the second floor, and to leave with dignity today without any harsh treatment.

"Before, these jingling goodies couldn't reach our pockets."

Fernandez was quite resentful when he mentioned this.

Normally, when this happened, the church or the authorities would send someone to take the person away - the subsequent punishment, or even half a penny, had nothing to do with the court.

Oh, the church does allocate some money as a reward to the executive. How much?

Just pick one out of a hundred.

"Mrs. Enid never paid attention to these 'trivial matters', never stopped them or expressed dissatisfaction... Alas."

Fernandez was referring to the previous years.

This behavior also made most of the executors increasingly disappointed with the court and the presiding judge.

Until recently.

A sea change.

"We don't need to care too much about the church and the blue-blooded nobles now."

The money naturally fell into the pocket of the court.

"The Queen doesn't like this." Fernandez became more and more excited. "Maybe we can even increase our wages?"

"I think he's overthinking it."
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Maybe? Enid was a generous lady, though.

"Be selectively generous, Roland. In other words, be generous only to one person."
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Vegetable warning.

In fact, Roland has always had a question about Philip Chandler and George Sutherland Benevento.

These two were both wealthy and nobles - it made sense that they were misled into attending the banquet, but they had no ritualists protecting them...

It's weird, isn't it?

"Who would have thought that this banquet full of distinguished people was hosted by cultists? The people protecting them were waiting in the outer hall and should have rushed in in time - but the cunning cultists sent people to attack them outside..."

"Silent attack."

Fernandez's words are full of loopholes.

"Can you just take what I said as the truth, Roland? The Inquisition needs the identity of a 'savior' - our relationship with the church has deteriorated, so we have to make some friends, right?"

Roland: ...

Also.

An eight-ring that can cross space is indeed capable of making the ritualists protecting these two people disappear silently.

The second floor of the courtroom was even more sloppy than the long and narrow corridor.

The oil lampshade on the wall was rusty, as if no one had touched it for many years, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on it. The wall paint was peeling, and the soles of shoes rubbed the dirt particles on the ground, making a rustling sound. Roland could see many insects and ants moving around in the flickering corners of the wall.

A damp and musty smell filled my nose.

Fernandez led Roland around in a big circle to the right. Next to an arched green window was a broken and thin wooden door - Philippa Chandler was temporarily placed here.

This baron who was engaged in maritime trade was the most special nobleman Roland had ever met.

Nothing like what Kate Pasetti remembered.

He was a little bald on the top of his head, but had thick brown hair on the sides; his nose was round and big, and his lips were thick.

A pair of deep blue eyes looked at the two people who pushed the door open and sat at the table, holding a gold-cased pocket watch in their hands.

There were some scratches on his fat face and the tassel on his collar was torn in half.

"The gentlemen in the court are as polite as I expected." He said sarcastically with a smile, but the sarcasm in his mouth was not annoying at all - it was like a joke between friends.

"Our courtesy is only to law-abiding citizens, Lord Chandlerson. You are not being law-abiding right now."

Fernandez said as he closed the door and pulled two stools over.

"I thought I was 'law-abiding' after spending thousands of pounds." Chanderson moved his five carrot-like fingers to show Fernandez that they were empty. "My three gem rings are missing... I guess it's not that the dungeon of the Inquisition likes jewelry, right?"

Fernandez is noncommittal: “Sometimes they like jewellery, sometimes they like the ashes after a burn.”

Qian Desen nodded seriously, showing his double chin. "Thank the dungeon for me, Mr. Devinson. I still have a lot of jewels... Oh, can I leave today? My little roses are still waiting for me."

"You can leave today." Fernandez took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "...By the way, your servant has been arrested. You can see him before he is burned to death."

Qian Desen raised his short and thick eyebrows, pulled his lips down in a funny way, and rubbed his thick hands back and forth: "Oh, it's a good thing he has no relatives, otherwise, a lady would lose her husband, and a child would lose his father. That would be double the sorrow."

Fernandez squinted at him, holding a cigarette between his legs. “It sounds like you don’t care about this man—the old servant who came with you from West Manlis.”

Qian Desen sighed heavily: "The tears I shed in my heart have already wet my soul. Please don't think that I am a heartless person."

Roland couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard his funny tone.

He felt that this person didn't seem to match the one in Pasetti's memory.

He talks in a funny way.

(End of this chapter)