The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 470 Ch469 Shadow Rabbit

Chapter 470 Ch.469 Shadow Rabbit
It's raining in London.

It started raining since early morning.

First there were needle-like raindrops.

By the afternoon, it turned into heavy rain.

When a pool full of feces is filled with water, the smell is indescribable.

Roland arrived at the church in the afternoon, walking through the manure water.

——Everyone has something to repent for, and there is nothing special about the executioner coming to the church.

Today happens to be the weekly Sunday worship.

Many men and women gathered in the church, dressed exquisitely, listening to hymns, praying, and reading the scriptures after confessing their faith, listening to the words of the Father of All Things—

In such an occasion, it is not difficult to sneak in a pair of troublesome golden eyes.

Especially when Roland deliberately pretended to be pious and was unwilling to communicate with anyone except the Father of All Things.

"An executive officer needs to pretend to be pious. Tell me, is this your problem or the problem of the Father of All Things?"

Flames floated above his head, sometimes turning into words, sometimes twisting into arrows, guiding him.

The small hall is quieter.

Roland could hear the murmurs in the distance from time to time. The monks complained about the endless rain, the government, the officials who did not deal with the stench and the dirty environment, and the lowly people who should not exist and who only made feces all day long.

At the same time, we praise the Father of all things for tolerating this useless world.

then.

He listened to another monk speaking for the 'lower class'.

Saying that these people are his father's children and have the right to live in the sun.

The two men had a silent debate about the stench, and Roland listened with great interest. He didn't even say a word of prayer to the Father of All Things - He probably didn't care either.

ten minutes later.

What I wanted came.

Roland clasped his hands together, lowered his head, but his ears stood up high.

"…It's all flooded down there! Damn it! I don't understand why the country is getting stinkier and stinkier after a woman goes up there! Does she send people to shit around here every day?"

"Silence."

"Come on, you're lucky you're in charge of the small hall today."

The monks complained in groups of three or four, their voices sometimes high and sometimes low.

"We have to carry the patient up from below!"

"I want more..."

"hurry up!"

“…I’ll just change into some old clothes and go.”

Roland tilted his head slightly.

The sound of footsteps in sight created circle after circle of white waves.

The arrow twisted a few times and pointed in the opposite direction from where they had left: the direction in which the monk who had changed his clothes had left.

Roland said nothing, then stood up and left.

Directly behind the corridor of the small hall, further down, is the room for the monks to rest - the priest is not here, and neither is the office area.

Roland held his cane between his legs, and his feet seemed to have several soft lumps of flesh. He walked silently past one gas lamp or candle after another.

The fire in his sight guided him and at the same time, brought back the sound of footsteps that were about to hit him, giving him time to hide behind the half-open doors.

“…The water in the lower layer has become a cesspool.”

The two monks walked away side by side, and only after they turned the corner and disappeared did Roland slowly open the door a crack.

The changing room for the monks is right next to it.

When Roland pushed the door open, he was rummaging through his coat in the low cabinet with his butt sticking out.

The arrow of fire tilted downward, pointing at the pouting man.

A line of words dripped out.

"Use Bull Rush!"

Roland was too lazy to pay attention to it. He tiptoed behind the man and locked his neck the moment he straightened up.

The cold arm tightened instantly like a steel cable!
He struggled for only half a second before his eyes turned black and the thing on his neck grew bigger and bigger, expanding and enlarging like a urine bubble that was constantly flushed.

He shook his legs and kept hitting Roland's arms with his arms.

After a few breaths.

「Guide 1 (Completed)」

"Excellent!"

「Guide 2: Infiltration」

"The monk who fainted in the room will attract investigation."

"Try to hide him!"

The floating font gradually disappeared, and the arrow pointed to the cabinet in the room.

then.

The white flames condensed into an ever-shrinking ring, guiding someone to focus on it.

Roland: ...

He silently tied the man up with clothes, stuffed his mouth, and moved him to the closet.

「Guide 2 (Completed)」

"Excellent!"

「Guide 3: Disguise」

"The target is moving to the first floor." "You need to be very careful and approach the sleeping girl by using your identity as a monk."

"come on!"

"Shadow Walker!"

"Attention: Be careful to avoid inspections. If you are exposed, you will be chased by all members of the church."

"Attention: You are being watched by several high-level ritualists. Do not use improper means to avoid causing uncontrollable and unknown effects."

Roland: It’s not over yet, is it?

"come on!"

"Shadow Walker!"

Roland felt that there was a reason why the wrench was put on him.

It wasn't normal to begin with.
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Move aside, you're blocking the road.

Roland wrapped the scarf around the cabinet door, tightened it, and tied a knot.

Open the door carefully.

He followed the direction he had come from before, heading towards where the monks were gathered.

Just as Wrench had suggested, Roland did not think that he could escape the sight of the high-level ritualists, call back Shandel to the waking world after falling asleep, and escape unscathed.

This is not realistic.

This is London, the Holy Cross in London.
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I probably have lost all my salary for the year.

「Guide 3 (Completed)」

"Excellent!"

「Guide 4 (Dream)」

"You spotted the monks moving the sick."

"Find a way to go deeper, find your goal, and fall asleep quickly."

"Too early or too late will expose it to the eyes of the church members."

"You need to confirm the 'coordinate object' and form a 'link' with it."

"Come on! Shadow Walker!"

"Good luck!"
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wrench?

"Come on! Shadow Walker!"

Roland gritted his teeth.
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You'd better keep talking like this all month.

He followed the arrow and more and more monks appeared around him.

Some people were covered in feces and unidentifiable black-brown substances, and were covered in dust. They were carried in groups of two, cursing as they sent the patients on the lower floor to the sanatorium.

Roland wiped the wall with his hands and smeared some mud from the soles of his shoes on his face.

Ruffle your hair.

Keep your head down.

"Where did you come from?"

as predicted.

When he tried to go deeper, he was stopped by a priest.

He was wearing a sacrificial robe, apparently he had just finished working in the main hall and had not had time to change his clothes.

"…Sir, I am in charge of the small hall."

"Small hall?"

The priest rolled his eyes, but his vision was blocked by Roland's loose hair.

"I remember the person in charge of the small hall today..." the pastor muttered, "What's your name?"

"Thomas."