The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 471 Ch.470 Odell Godien
The "temporary ward" in Shandel was easy to find - because all the other patients were alone, either trembling or wailing and crying intermittently.

And Shandel...

Besides herself, there were five other ritualists who also fell asleep.

Three men and two women.

All slept peacefully.

It just smells a bit.

When Roland swaggered in, six people were sleeping on the wooden planks, with the "coordinates" of the center of the circle on their heads like sunflowers - like a big trumpet.

Only then did Roland see clearly what the "coordinates" were.

box.

A wooden box.

He knew the box.

Mother-of-pearl box with gold thread and black background and precious flower pattern.

In Bristol, he bought a gift for Chandel, which offended the arbitrator's eccentric daughter, Madeline Terry.

He bought it for Shandel...

Roland approached.

The girl's gray hair no longer hugged her face like a little octopus, but instead spread out as if dead.

There was a scar at the corner of his mouth, and on his face was a syringe and a rubber tube connected to the syringe.

「Guide 4 (Completed)」

"Excellent!"

「Guide 5: Challenge」

"You found your target."

"As the sun goes down, the Silver Moon and the Dream will rule the world again."

"It's time for you to start taking risks."

"Attention: You are about to enter an unknown dream."

"The guidance is over."

"Accept your fate."

"To be or not to be..."

"Good luck, Shadow Walker!"

Roland curled his lips and moved the woman next to Shandel away with his foot.

Lie down on the board yourself.

Several thick light silver tentacles extend from the heart, floating in the air like soft algae.

They wrapped around the wooden box.

"Be careful...Roland."
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Enough?
"whee."
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Wish us luck, Wrench.

Roland didn't have time to say more. He relaxed his body and let his consciousness gradually sink into the deep sea...

Soon, the sound of steady breathing was heard in the room.

The flame jumped a few times alone.

As usual, it waits for its naming king to return victoriously once again.

…………

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"Your people never knew what the rules were."

The voice came from the shadows.

After a while.

The gauze skirt that suddenly appeared in the light created a gust of wind in the corridor.

The woman strolled through the ashes, the tail of her skirt dotted with spots of light like gems that dispelled the darkness.

"It depends on the time."

She slung her bag over her shoulder, pulled out a silver tin lighter and threw it out.

The man in the darkness caught it.

It ignites with a 'swish' sound.

Flames and flickering cigarette butts, and through the darkness is a face covered with scars:
The man was blind in one eye, with a knife wound running from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. He had no hair, no fashionable curly beard, and his only remaining eye stared at Enid fiercely.

Further forward.

You can see his slightly rigid black cassock and stole.

"Master Jutia, if you don't follow the rules, you can't expect others to follow them either."

Even when just talking, the man's devilish face still makes people shudder: he looks angry when he speaks, and looks at people like a cannibalistic monster observing his lunch. His shoulders are ridiculously broad, and the fingers holding the cigarette are thick and big, like a large pair of pliers holding a burning needle.

"Thanks for reminding."

Enid leaned against the wall, frowned, and fanned away the smoke a few times.

"I can't always stop my men from showing their virtues."

"You can go through normal channels," the fierce-looking man forced a smile. When the flesh on his face moved, the scars also moved, looking horrible. "For example, submit an application through the trial court."

"I think you should have this authority. After all, Shandel Kratov is also an executive officer."

Enid lowered her head, fiddling with the buckle of her sheepskin gloves, and said casually: "Does the 'normal path' of the Inquisition work?"

The man was silent, and as he inhaled, the flames devoured the cigarette paper madly.

The smoke he took swirled in his lungs and came out of his nose, becoming lighter - it seemed that he was not just exhaling smoke, but even mixed with some spirit and will.

This resulted in him enjoying half a cigarette, but his whole body became visibly listless.

“…There are no rules.”

He hid the lower half of his face in the shadow again and said in a bad tone:

"Neither the Church nor the Inquisition."

"Then you should talk to the church, sir." Enid sneered hoarsely: "We know each other well. The Inquisition always does what it should do. The church... is it?"

The man fell silent even more.

He drained the tobacco thoroughly and rubbed his fingers together.

The eyes in the darkness gradually brightened.

"That's why I miss Keshihai so much," he looked at Enid and said calmly, "Saints are not like saints, and holy flames are not like holy flames. If ritualists and mortals are equally selfish, despicable and shameless, then the greater the power, the more disasters it will bring to the world."

There seemed to be some interesting story written on Enid's sheepskin gloves. She never looked up and stared at the bald man with scars on his face.

She just leaned against the wall, fiddling with her gloves, with her head down, extremely rude.

"You have to understand one thing, sir. Mystery only provides power to the ritualist - you can't expect a musket to know how to judge evil and pursue justice."

"But it's people who use muskets." The man retorted: "If you don't have the ability to distinguish these, you shouldn't pick up a musket."

"I agree," Enid replied lightly, "but unfortunately, you don't have the final say."

Persistence, faith, glory.

These words have been dirty for a long time. Will they be clean in the future?
Odell Gordian didn't know.

"Lady Jutia." Godien suddenly walked out from the darkness.

Just like the shoulder.

He is a big, stocky guy who looks like he is physically of the same type as Fernandez.

"A new era is coming..."

He said.

“And the old party never ends well.”

Enid raised her eyebrows and finally looked up: "Hefer is still so good at deceiving people. Godien, as a "saint", I thought you at least have the ability to distinguish between truth and lies..."

"That's why I say that, because I have it." Godien said seriously, "I have seen the white mine, and I have also seen Mr. Heffer's thoughts and Mr. Heffer's great goal with my own eyes - I even touched that epoch-making product with my own hands..."

"I believe, and I absolutely believe, that as the times change, when true glory comes, all ritualists will abide by their principles and beliefs—"

He paused here.

"Like you said, there is no evil or good in muskets - but humans have wisdom."

"We'll have to put locks on our guns sooner or later."

He said.

"A 'lock' that protects mortals and forces ritualists to follow the rules..."

Enid didn't care about great times, locks—

Although Odell Godin has very good ideas and is a good person.

As a "saint", he can suppress the evil thoughts in his heart, sit in a position to wield great power, and at the same time still pay attention to the mortals struggling under his feet.

He was a good ritualist.

It can even be called morally noble.

But Enid didn't think what he said would come true.

"The Inquisition has already made its choice," the woman gathered her sleeves and yawned, "and the rest has nothing to do with us."

Godin frowned.

"Excuse me, sir. I really cannot understand your actions."

"Of course I know you can't understand, Godin." Enid chuckled: "Just like those old guys didn't want to meet me and sent you instead - Odell Godin, do you still think that you are carrying some important responsibility?"

Enid looked at his resolute face that said, "I do bear a heavy responsibility," and instantly lost interest in the conversation. She turned her head, her eyes seeming to penetrate the wooden door and darkness, staring at the young man who was deeply asleep.

(End of this chapter)