The Secret Code of Monsters.
Chapter 464 Louis's Problem
Chapter 464: Louis's Problem
"The Heymans have a lot of ears."
Louis Heyman didn't have to wait for Roland to ask, "How do you know?" He told him directly:
"Some of the higher-ups are aware of this, Roland. I mean, Enid Jutia is also aware of it—when it comes to the executive officer, she can't be bypassed, don't you think?"
He didn't care if there was any provocation in his words, and was even willing to make it clearer:
"Enid Jutia knew, but she didn't tell you, did she?"
He returned to his chair and observed Roland's expression with a smile: "I know that she attaches great importance to you. So did she tell you about this matter, this matter concerning your teammates?"
He stared at the silent young man, and the fire in his heart grew brighter.
It roared, and if released, it would tear apart everything in sight.
"She didn't."
He said.
"So-called attention is just control. Roland Collins, you know in your heart that this seemingly extraordinary but actually cheap attention will eventually reveal its traces in a critical moment - you live in hypocrisy and lies."
He seemed to want to change Roland's mind and tell him that even the bravest warrior would become a coward who abandoned his teammates and fled at some point.
He wanted Roland to see clearly that the air that blinded him and the world he lived in were full of lies and malice.
"Enid Jutia was good to you, I know. She saved you and perhaps even led you on the path - but Roland, any high-ranking official would do the same thing if they knew of your talent."
"You've been running around for your teammates these days - but what did she do?"
"Pretend you know nothing."
Louis' fingers kept drawing circles on the wine glass. "For the cows, the comfort of the female workers is just part of the job. You don't really think that she loves us dirty, humble things that can never wash away the mud and stench on our bodies?"
Roland looked at Louis Heyman quietly.
This superficial provocation is not without use. Like a short nail, it will sooner or later prick the thinning skin.
If Roland and Enid had a 'normal' relationship.
"Speaking of milking..."
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I knew you had to interrupt.
"This scum is stirring up trouble."
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Obviously.
"Why? Is he jealous of your relationship with Big O Bat, or is he in love with...wait, he can't be in love with you, the stupid cow's egg!"
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I think I know why.
Roland vaguely understood the "we" in Louis Hyman's words and guessed some possibilities.
An overly sharp self-esteem, even if it is wrapped in the softest and most beautiful skin, can only be admired from afar - if someone touches it without knowing what is good for them, their palm will be pricked and blood will flow.
The highest form of fear is anger.
Roland had no interest in taking off Louis Hyman's pants filled with feces, and gently told him:
Who doesn’t shit their pants?
He wouldn't do that; he hadn't been hit on the head by a rock.
"You are a high-ring ritualist, Mr. Heiman."
Roland interrupted softly.
Louis also heard the difference, the changed words and tone, and just laughed softly and changed the subject.
He has plenty of time.
"Xander Kratov fell into a dream. Most of the top leaders of the Holy Cross are aware of this. At a time when the rules have changed, she is unable to escape from the dream. This is something worth studying carefully."
Louis picked up the glass and took a sip.
He regained his elegance, and there was no longer any provocation or malice in his words, as if the conversation just now had been conducted by another personality within him that he now refused to acknowledge.
"I heard that they sent five ritualists one after another to use the coordinates to enter the same dream. Unfortunately, they all ended up in the same way as Shandel Kratov. They all fell into eternal sleep."
"That's interesting, isn't it?"
"It's really novel that I can wake up from a dream even by rolling off the bed." Roland thought.
After the rules were changed, the threat of dreams to ritualists... or apprentices, or mortals was greatly reduced: they no longer had to worry about stepping into a land from which they could never return, nor did they have to fear dying in the dream and never being able to wake up.
A physical fall, or death in a dream, can return them to the waking world.
Under such rules, what is going on with Shandel?
There is something wrong with the dream, or...
What's in the dream?
Roland suddenly remembered what happened to him, the girl holding the head: Saint Archimedes.
Will it be so?
"…I don't recommend you get involved in this, Roland." Louis stared at the calm young man and said sincerely, "I don't recommend it. It's very dangerous."
He said.
"You don't think you can compare to those three-ring, four-ring, or even high-ring ritualists, do you?"
Roland frowned: "Are there any high-level ritualists?"
"Of course." Louis said easily: "A six-ring person is trapped in a dream recently."
Holy Cross lost the high ring, and Louis was absolutely delighted.
"Gao Huan." Roland repeated.
It was hard for him to believe that those powerful ritualists who held great power and called the wind and rain in the waking world would die so easily in a dream.
Although Enid, Fernandez, and many other executives had told him about the horror of the dream...
But this is the first time I heard the sound of bubbles bursting at such a close distance.
Their death was like the sound of bubbles bursting.
"Gao Huan is not as powerful as you think, Roland." Louis knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression.
He also used to think Gao Huan was scary.
Actually.
Before reaching the tenth ring, flesh and blood are still flesh and blood.
In Louis Hyman's view, the ritualists seemed to have mastered a weapon that was more powerful than guns, more indescribable, and inaccessible to mortals.
But most people who hold weapons are still mortal.
Besides, it was a dream.
The sleeping world has always been a forbidden area for high-level ritualists.
Every ritualist who has gone through so much trouble to reach the high ring does not want to die in such an unclear manner in a weird and bizarre exploration.
and so…
"Sometimes I really envy the Holy Flame and the Beast Herd, oh, and the undead in the Ring of Eternal Silence." Louis chuckled: "There are not many rituals of flesh and blood, and most of them are "grand rituals". This world is so unfair, isn't it?"
Roland shook his head: "If possible, I also want to have the power to travel through sound."
"The organ is not a good path." Louis continued: "The sound does not always exist."
For example, the Eighth Crown: "Elegy" of the Lord of the White Crown of the Wasteland, one link of which possesses the power of large-scale silence - including a few strange objects and rituals, can achieve similar effects.
At the same time, the abilities gained at each level of the "Organ" are considered to be the most "secret"-consuming abilities of all the paths.
This path is terrible and sad.
Like a child dragging a giant sword.
(End of this chapter)
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