The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 171 Roland's Mysterious Friend

Roland was not too surprised by Philip Chandler's show of goodwill.

After all, there was Randolph Taylor.

But the difference is that the relationship between Randolph Taylor and Roland was largely started because of Beatrice.

Where did the kindness of this fat gentleman with the title of baron come from?

Roland didn't quite believe what he said, 'because of Enid.' He could tell the difference between flattery and candor.

In response, Philip Chandler told Roland a name before leaving.

"Cherry Chloe."

He said.

"We'll have a good chat next time we have a chance, Mr. Collins."

He left the puzzle behind but did not give Roland the answer, and left with several serious executive officers.

In short, the court has only released two people in this cult case.

One was George Sutherland Benevento.

One is Philip Chandler.

After investigation, it was indeed proved that both people did not go to the banquet on their own initiative.

and.

Both of them are rich enough.

Is this also one of the conditions that Enid considered?

"You're right, Roland, because they are indeed rich enough."

In the office, Enid confirmed Roland's guess.

"Benevento is a member of the Blue Bloods, wealthy and well connected. Both of his sons are members of the Gray Party, and he himself has similar tendencies."

"He would be a great friend to the current Inquisition."

Enid seemed reluctant to tell Roland about these complicated matters, and she refused to mention where the ritualist who protected the two had 'disappeared' to... She just leaned over and poured him some tea.

Today she wore a dark-colored drop-shoulder petticoat with a not-so-wide lace shawl-style ruffled collar. Her long hair was tied up, like a ripe but still reserved and full fruit.

Full fruits?

Roland blinked.

I feel like I'm getting weirder and weirder.

"You seem a little strange today... What do you want to say, Roland?"

Enid looked at the boy who lowered his eyes, and saw his fingers rubbing slightly on his knees, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Roland coughed.

When what I wanted to say came to my lips, the sound disappeared.

He opened his mouth and tried to muster up his courage, but he didn't know how or where to start.

Enid was not in a hurry and watched him fight with himself quietly.

Until a few minutes later.

Restart the topic.

"…I do have a question, ma'am." Roland looked embarrassed: "This has nothing to do with the Inquisition, it's my friend's…"

"So, you're here looking for help? Um, tell me?"

"It's a friend I made recently." Roland emphasized the word "recently" as if to prove something: "My... friend. Friend, he recently fell in love with a lady."

Enid's fingers that were hooked around the cup handle trembled, but her expression remained calm as she continued with a smile, "And then, Roland."

"He doesn't know whether the lady loves him or not." Roland looked at the cup of black tea in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "...If so, how should he express it? Will the lady accept him? Or, will she reject his love..."

"I know that a gentleman should express his love first and avoid letting this embarrassing thing fall on a lady..."

"But I am also worried about my friend. I am worried that he is full of passion but lacks a pair of eyes that are wise enough. The difference in status is too great, and I am afraid that this relationship will cause trouble for the lady."

Roland finished speaking in one breath, took a deep breath, pursed his dry lips, and picked up the cup.

Drink it all in one gulp.

His heart was beating fast, but he still raised his head and looked directly at the woman in front of him.

Enid returned the gaze.

She just looked at Roland, with some emotions in her eyes that he couldn't understand.

"I think that lady also loves your 'friend', Roland."

Enid said softly.

"Deeply in love."

She put down the teacup, her brown eyes flickering: "But I hope you can persuade your 'friend'."

Roland didn't even have time to smile.

"Miss?"

"Advise your 'friend'. That woman is not a good lover, nor would she be a qualified candidate for a wife."

Roland stopped talking. "Maybe a lover's relationship is enough. If your friend really loves that woman, he should try to understand her...right?"

Enid looked at the young man whose eyes were gradually losing focus, and her voice became softer: "Your 'friend' is still young, with plenty of time and a bright future ahead of him. You shouldn't put all your feelings on one person like a gambler who can't help himself."

"That would be a disaster."

This is a gentle and cold sentence.

Like a handful of freezing water in a winter desert.

For someone who desperately desires love, even a thin bubble can moisten his dry and dying soul.

But this is a tragedy of all or nothing.

Just like a poor and inexperienced gambler who, after finally getting a good hand of cards, becomes wild-eyed, his hands and feet tremble, he looks around the gambling table with bloodshot eyes, and can't wait to clamor for the cards to be opened.

I wanted to use that thin piece of paper as a knife and stab it into the table.

Roland's 'friends' can be gamblers who have lost everything.

But not her brother.

Her brother must be a monster who swallowed up the entire casino.

Enid felt every organ in her body, along with her flesh and blood, tremble slightly.

Excitement, expectation and pain, they were mixed into a glass of sunset-colored liquor in a certain proportion that only she knew...

Then she poured all of it onto the wound she had just left on the young man.

'cheers.'

Enid pursed her lips, her face still calm.

This time, Roland didn't let her wait any longer.

He let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding back for a long time, and finally smiled: "Alas, it seems that my 'friend' will be sad for a while."

"You've made quite a few 'friends'." Enid teased, "The pre-executive officer is still not busy enough."

Roland shook his head, gratefully saying, "This is all thanks to my captain, ma'am. He sneaks into the night in a carriage every night - I think this is why Miss Kratov and I have so much free time."

Enid: ...

"I think he is indeed 'competent'." The woman smiled brightly: "I will find time to talk to him and ask him to stop being so 'busy'..."

After ending the difficult topic of "friends", Enid still refused to let Roland go.

"You are old enough, and I happen to know quite a few outstanding girls - do you want me to help you choose one?"

Roland glanced at Enid and said delicately: "...Oh, many gentlemen don't get married until they are 30 or 40 years old."

"They do get married in their thirties or forties..." Enid nodded in agreement, her fingers casually fiddling with the lace hanging on her chest, "but there are women in their teens."

"I think you should marry a daughter of a noble family - at least the family has land, and the daughter should be literate, well-mannered, and loyal to the family. It would be even better if she has a higher title."

Enid's "greedy" statement made Roland laugh and cry.

"I am just an orphan from a poor family, an executive officer. It is not easy for me to marry a wife. How dare I ask for anything?"

"You deserve the best, Roland." Enid said seriously, "The best."

The fire not far away listened quietly to this boring and intimate conversation.

Its temperature had never changed for years, but since one day, its owner no longer felt cold.

After Enid finished speaking, she suddenly laughed again: "As for me, I still suggest that you get married and have children as soon as possible. Otherwise, when you reach the stage of high ring, it will become extremely difficult for both boys and girls to have children."

This was the first time Roland had heard of it.

"It is difficult for ritualists to reproduce?"

"It's not difficult to perform a low-ring ritual." Enid flicked her nails, "But a high-ring ritual is troublesome. Coincidentally, the product of a certain great ritual of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood can give a person the power to almost certainly get pregnant in a short period of time..."

Cradle of flesh and blood.

The appearance of this word diluted the complicated emotions in Roland's heart.

He instantly realized the horror behind this ritual and the serious consequences it implied.

High Ring Ritualist…

I'm afraid that those who don't have the chance to have children will have to ask the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood for help.

Think further.

For those who already have children, will their children have various 'accidents' that make them become like the former?
"Except Charles Crowe. Those who walk the path of wisdom do not care about offspring, for the reason I told you."

The path of wisdom.

Whether they are "The Thinker" or "The Craftsman", they don't worry about having offspring.

The former can condense itself into a cocoon, lodge in the soul of another, and thus take over the body; the latter gradually replaces flesh and blood with machinery as it ascends.

They have a lot of time and many opportunities to reproduce.

But to be honest, Enid had never heard of any ritualist of the Path of Wisdom who actually gave birth to a large basket of children.

This seems to be related to their path and their abilities.

Maybe they also want offspring, but not in the secular sense of the word...

(End of this chapter)