The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 455 Ch.454 The Disappearance of Cinder Kratov
Fernandez is doing well here.

Maybe with his personality, he could do well anywhere - this goes back to the previous question. If he, Roland and Xiaozhu were thrown into the street, he would probably be the one who would have the best life.

Those 'slightly modified' stories would fill several books.

"I'm just chatting. Some socializing is necessary...right?"

He took Roland to the side lawn and found an empty corner.

Sit on the floor.

"I see you seem to be fine." Roland put down his cane.

"It's all right," Fernandez shrugged, "but Lady Enid hinted that I could stay longer - the food here is good, with a small piece of meat every day, and the bread is soft enough."

"The Inquisition has not had any missions recently."

"There aren't missions every day," Fernandez pulled a blade of grass and held it in his mouth, laughing at his rookie assistant. "If there were endless work to do every day, Roland, the big shots would have been restless a long time ago."

If the executive officers were too busy to sleep, most of London would have fallen.

"I heard from Enid that there are some cultists wandering around the city recently?"

"Ah, there are some small scums." Fernandez had an expression that said 'I knew you heard it from her': "The people from the Maelstrom are dealing with it. But when did you come back? Did you... did you pick up that lady?"

"Her name is James Jones."

"Of course I know her name." Fernandez said unhappily, "It was me who found you a place to live."

Roland said faintly, "That leaky thatched house."

Fernandez: ...

"Okay, you want revenge now?" He tapped Roland's forehead with his thick finger and pushed him back a few times: "You conscienceless boy! If it weren't for me..."

Roland's eyes were cold. He gently grasped his index finger, lowered it, and said grimly:

"It's not the same now, Fernandez. Ever since I heard the truth, the uplifting whisper... I knew there would come a day, a day when I would pass out while I was supposed to be fighting, leaving you alone, pitiful and hopeless facing the surging waves of monsters..."

"So you can brag about it later."

Fernandez: ...

I had a tense face and wanted to laugh, but I felt like I would lose if I laughed.

"I won't cooperate with you in acting..." He muttered a few words, rubbed his face with his big hands, and finally couldn't help but laughed.

"Why do you act like a fool all day long? If making people laugh was a ritual, you would have become immortal long ago."

He pulled out the grass roots and threw them away, then plucked a new one and held it in his mouth.

"Are you visiting me on purpose or just on the way?" Suddenly thinking of this, the man looked suspicious and looked Roland up and down: "You didn't even bring a basket of cakes or flowers."

"flower?"

"You are visiting a patient."

Roland scratched his arm, plucked a handful of weeds from beside his knee and handed them to Fernandez.

Fernandez: ...

My deputy is a real bastard.

"Okay, you're here for no good, right?" Fernandez took the weeds, rolled them into a ball with his fingers, and flicked them on Roland's nose. "I guess you're here for 'influence', right?"

"Influence?"

"Ah, yes. You should have noticed it too." Fernandez pressed his knees, leaned forward slightly, and became serious: "Something has changed the rules of the sleep world."

He didn't know about the mystery box.

"Lord Enid, it's time for all the bigwigs to understand - we were also talking about this today, maybe this means an end and a new beginning."

Fernandez didn't think of a problem, or maybe he did, but he didn't think Roland had such an important position -

That is:
Roland had met Enid.

Hadn't he heard the answer to this secret from Enid's lips?

Fernandez thought not. Enid Jutia was the presiding judge, and even if she was optimistic about Roland, she would not easily tell him such a secret that she had not yet decided whether to spread.

Therefore, he thought that Roland came today for this "unusual feeling" and to ask where the power that passed through his body came from and what it meant.

He guessed wrong.

Roland had already heard the answer from Enid.

And said something else in return.

"Of course, Fernandez. I'm a little uneasy about that strange power..." Roland followed his lead and listened to his mysterious remarks. He warned himself to be honest for a while, at least until he was 'discharged' -

Only then did Roland ask about Kratov.

"Kratov?"

Fernandez frowned slightly. "Isn't she performing the Ring-raising Ceremony? I remember she mentioned it."

"That was the case before I left." Roland shook his head: "We agreed on a time. But now, the time has passed. I went to the church, and they said that Bishop Gary Kratov had been away from London for quite some time and was not with his granddaughter."

"Where I lived before I came to Shandel, there were no signs of life in the room."

"so…"

Fernandez knew what Roland was worried about and patted him on the shoulder. "In London, no one has the ability to make our former candidate for the Saint disappear quietly. I admit that there are many people who can kill the second-ring ritualists."

"But we have to do it quietly so no one notices..."

"That's impossible, Roland. I can say this," Fernandez said confidently, "Even Lady Enid can't kill Cinder Kratofer without being discovered by anyone."

People are different.

Like the girl who died on the frozen lake, and the equally clumsy Beatrice Taylor.

The former has nothing until he dies, while the latter has everything from birth.

The same goes for ritualists.

Fernandez hinted to Roland that Shandel Kratov was carrying a special artifact: it could not save her life, but it could prevent the murderer from hiding his identity before she died.

This is consistent with Roland's speculation about ritualists who come from certain large families.

but.

Why didn't her grandfather give her some protective magic item?
Fernandez could only answer half of Roland's question.

"Using a magical item comes at a price. The more powerful it is, the higher the cost of using it - sometimes it's hard to tell whether the magical item is protecting you or devouring you."

"Secondly..."

Why didn't Gary Kratoff give his granddaughter something to keep her alive...

This involves some things that cannot be mentioned.

"I told you that the people on the Path of the Saints are all crazy." Fernandez's face gradually darkened: "I mean, real, derogatory, disgusting, crazy people."

He expressed his concern for his subordinates, but sent Roland away on the grounds that "perhaps she was at a critical moment in the ceremony."

He is only a fourth ring, where can he find Shandel?
Fernandez sighed deeply and got up from the lawn.

Looking at Roland's departing back.

'Feel sorry. '

He muttered something under his breath.

"I don't know what Lady Enid is thinking..."

But his life was saved by Enid Jutia, and compared to Roland, Cinder Kratov was also...

Fernandez lowered his eyes slightly, and the man standing quietly in the sunlight made a virtual sign of the cross.

May the All-Father bless you...

(End of this chapter)