The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 289 Ch288 Friendly Exchange

Chapter 289 Ch.288 Friendly Exchange

There was one more important thing to do before leaving Bristol.

"Divide the spoils."

——Enid called it dividing the spoils, but Roland didn't dare to say that in front of others.

Because of David Cromwell's folly (Roland knew that even without him, everything that was going to happen would have happened), an irreparable disaster had occurred, leaving Bristol with an indelible scar...

Even the local government is already discussing the memorial day and will submit it to the next parliament.

As families draped themselves in crepes, the various denominations also had to consider what to do with the sacrificed ritualists who had been based in Bristol.

such as:

The 'property' they left behind.

Strange objects, ritual materials, gold pounds, mystical organs, secret teachings, guns and swords, etc...

There are not many gold pounds among them, and the occult organs cannot appear on these low-level ritualists.

The secret teachings are rare, and the guns and swords are nothing eye-catching.

Only a few ritual materials and oddities were left.

This is what it means:

First, the Cult of Justice and the Ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence died together.

Their bodies were so broken up (so broken that a shovel was needed) that the ritualists who collected the bodies had no way of telling to which side the lost artifacts belonged: to the Order of Justice, or to the Ring of Eternal Silence?
Secondly, the Bristol Inspectorate was also completely wiped out.

You have to know that the detectives in the Supervisory Bureau come from various sects, so it is impossible to tell who the strange objects left behind belong to.

The Justice Cult proposed: use "evidence" to take back the rare items that belong to them.

——For example, in the court of inquiry, if a rare item is found, it must be recorded in the book.

On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, at what price, a certain item obtained from a certain mission was bought by a certain believer of a certain ring - including the function of the item, the price to be paid for using it, etc...

This is true for strange objects and ritual materials as well.

This is a good idea.

Because records can be falsified, but if you can recognize the effects of a strange object, you should know something about it, right?

It's a very good idea.

It can solve most of the problems, but it cannot completely solve the current distribution problem.

Because many of the ritualists' strange objects were not "bought" from the sect - they might have killed someone and obtained them from the corpse, but did not report it to the sect; or they might have obtained them from the Golden Island, or even through private transactions...

Who knows what they bought privately?
The ritualists in Bristol were almost wiped out, and those who survived were unable to "identify" even one.

After several discussions among the various sects, they finally decided to auction off the unknown artifacts.

Ceremony-goers from all denominations arriving in Bristol can take part.

In an open air garden.

——Originally, it should have been decided in the local church. Given the status of the Holy Cross, it would never miss such an opportunity to demonstrate its "great power".

But the ritualists there were busy searching underground caves and ordering people to fill them up. There was really no more manpower and space to accommodate these pagans.

then.

It was in the manor of a nobleman whose entire family had died.

Enid, Cinder and Roland sat in the center of the Holy Cross camp.

On the left is the Church of Justice, and on the right is the Great Whirlpool and the Ring of Eternal Silence.

Some small sects, or those who are not ritualists of the Crown God Road at all, can only sit on the outermost side.

These people probably can't come up with any money.

"I still remember the first time I officially came into contact with a strange object."

Roland thought of his Spider Kiss and couldn't help but sigh: "Two hundred pounds. Now it seems that this is not a discount. The Inquisition should have at least erased one or two digits for Fernandez... The truly versatile or rare and powerful magical items are definitely not affordable for ordinary ritualists..."

Enid glanced at him and said in a strange tone: "Spend fifty pounds on gifts. Is Collins short of money?"

Roland: ...Xindel crossed his legs and answered for someone obediently, "Of course. Roland will never be short of money since he became my friend."

Enid raised her eyebrows and said, "You are a smart girl. With so many men giving you gifts, try to spend less money from Roland's pocket. It's not easy for him to save some money, and he has an uncle to support."

Shandel brushed his gray hair.

She did not refute, but her eyes suddenly became worried: "I don't care about those vulgar people, sir. Besides, the really disgusting and hard to get rid of people are those in the salons of big shots... Of course, they definitely dare not say anything, do anything, or fantasize about you..."

Enid shook her head:
"I am a Holy Flame. Who would want to get close to a Holy Flame? People from the Inquisition are not welcome. You, who almost became a saint, should know this very well."

At this point, Enid seemed to suddenly think of something, and her thin eyebrows twitched together:
"The reformatory is not a good place. You left after 'only staying for half a year', which was very wise of you."

"That place is really terrible, sir." Shandel's face changed slightly and he sighed: "You may not know that those older women emit a pungent and unpleasant smell every day like sore throats..."

Enid's fingers on her knees flicked uncontrollably, her expression unchanged: "I heard..."

She paused, turned her head, and stared at Shandel.

"I heard that there are many girls 'about your age' in the reformatory..." He paused again: "What on earth did these poor girls do..."

Shandel interrupted: "What experience can a young person have? He is not as good as the older ones."

"Their untrimmed wilderness is such that it would be a pity if all the men in London had visited it."

Seeing Enid in a daze, Cinder turned around and patted Roland.

"Open your eyes, Roland."

Seeing her actions, Enid couldn't help but laugh: "People have to mature slowly. Men are sloppy animals and need a decent lady to take care of their lives."

Shandel agreed with this and nodded: "But being too old is never good. It's enough to marry a wife. Who would be willing to find a mother?"

Enid pinched her fingers and was silent for a moment.

"Perhaps not."

Shandel was stunned for a moment: "Oh, I agree with you. They do need a decent, older lady who is familiar with the 'road' to guide them - although I think they always learn on their own."

Enid smoothed her hair, looked nonchalantly at the host who was walking onto the stage, and her voice became cold:
"Sometimes mistresses are louder than wives, Cinder, do you agree? Moreover, from what I have seen, those truly polite, wealthy, and noble gentlemen will never marry a vulgar woman, or a woman whose soul is full of poison..."

"Right?"

This time it was Shandel's turn to be silent.

at this time.

Roland Collins, who sat between the two men, remained silent.

It was as if he had discovered a whole new kind of power.

A new and mysterious power system that is different from that of the Ritualist.

The sword-fighting between words and wisdom, an invisible, fierce and unrelenting force.

"Roland."
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Ok?
"I know a way to stop this immediately."
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Really?

"listen to me."

"Let your arms hang naturally."
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Arm.

"Keep your upper arms still."
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still.

"Bend your forearms."
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Bend it up.