The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 484 Ch.483 I am the rope
When Roland woke up, he was sleeping in a spacious, bright room with incense burning and black tea brewing.

The wall covering is golden, spreading and blooming on the wall like flames.

All the wooden furniture was made of the same red wood (Roland didn't know what it was called), painted with a clear lacquer.

A huge clock is next to a standing gas lamp and a gold-framed hanging painting, on which a colorful picture of a martyr with folded hands receiving divine grace is painted in delicate strokes.

The neck of the narrow-mouthed pot is tied with a white painted cross pattern.

Opposite the clock is a huge Holy Cross that overlooks the entire room and the entire garden through the wooden arched windows in the room.

The church craftsmen used their limited imagination to carve some flame patterns on the silver base, and then filled it with golden liquid.

The entire room was so bright that Roland had to squint his eyes and it took him more than ten seconds to adjust.

A high-ranking church official he did not recognize - his attire was unusual, probably below that of a bishop, but different from that of an ordinary priest.

He had no hair, was blind in one eye, and had a scar running through half of his face.

Roland was familiar with the person sitting next to him.

Enid Jutia.

and Miss Cinderella Kratov, who seemed to be in good condition.

The three people looked at him quietly. In this slightly dazzling room, they were afraid that they would hear a call in the next moment: Your Majesty Augustus, the time has come.

"I'm always the first one to say hello to you."
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Thanks, Wrench.
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good Morning.

"After you slept all night, I almost thought I was going to live in a new head."
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Didn’t you say that if I died, you would die with me?
"You're not dead, are you?"

Roland: ...

He propped himself up and sat up, only to find that there was a thick velvet blanket under his butt.

Roland often saw Enid wearing it in her office.

"Good day, Roland." Shandel, who was guarding the tea stove, greeted him. The gray-haired girl looked very good, and she seemed not to be affected by the dream at all.

Roland wanted to ask her about the worms and whether her spirit was damaged in the dream, but when he saw the bald man with scars all over his face staring at him unfriendlyly, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He is not from the Inquisition.

"Roland Collins."

The priest knocked on the table.

He first looked at Enid beside him, and when he saw that she didn't say anything, he continued, "Do you know what you did?"

Roland supported himself with one hand and touched the black hair that fell on his back - in addition to the gray satin he tied himself, there were two more circles of white spun lace ties that looked like a prank and were obviously used by ladies.

Enid? Or Chandel?
"Roland...Collins!"

Odell Godien frowned.

The people in the court are still so rude.

"Do you know what you have done?"

This kind of questioning despite knowing the answer is like a wife leading the servants to catch her husband in his room, a man in tattered clothes, and his graceful, fair lover.

'Do you know what you have done?'

'Um... another woman?'

It can't be a dragon.

The more Roland thought about it, the more the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Odell Godien: ?
Is this kid crazy?
"Of course I know what I did, this——"

"Odell Gordian, you can call me Reverend Gordian, or Mr. Gordian."

"Yes, sir, I know what I did." Roland brushed his legs, stood up, and confessed, "I saved a believer who was in a dream and on the verge of death, a devout Holy Cross practitioner with a bright future."

Roland didn't wait for him to interrupt and said in a loud voice:

"This is not just about saving one person, Mr. Godin. I hope you understand that Miss Cinder Kratov does not represent herself, nor did she survive because of Roland Collins who broke the rules."

"She was watched by the Father of All Things, and was favored by Him. In that dangerous dream, she grasped the light that condensed into a holy rope—"

"Mr. Godin, you can only say that I have violated the laws of the church and am a sinner, but you can't say 'Roland Collins saved Cinder Kratov' - you can't say that."

Roland lowered his eyes and clasped his hands.

"It is the Father of all who saves those whom He favors..."

Silence fell.

Enid Jutia's face was stern, and the corners of her mouth were pulled hard towards the back of her head, and her lips were pulled into a straight, white line. Odell Godien: ...

This guy doesn't look like an executive at all.

Especially Enid's direct executive officer, he thought it should be the kind of 'Shouldn't I save my teammates? I am willing to be punished, but I will always choose to save my teammates -'

He thought this would be the result.

Because this way, he could praise Roland, calling him a true executive, a man of courage, and a qualified teammate...

then.

Then punish him according to the laws of the church.

Verbal rewards, actual punishment.

He had discussed this with Enid Jutia, and the Lord Chief Judge had not spoken in any way to exonerate Roland Collins…

But what to do now?
This kid brought up the All-Father, saying that he was guided by the All-Father and that it was He who asked him to save Shandel Kratov - if he punished him...

Isn't it obvious that you don't approve of the choice of the Father of All Things?

Odell Godien clenched his fists and began to feel uncomfortable.

"…The Father of All Things is always merciful, Executive Officer Roland Collins. He is right, light and fire." Godien stood up straight, leaning forward slightly, with a sharp look in his eyes: "You should notify the church first and follow the procedures. Believe me, no one will stop you."

"But you entered the dream without permission, which directly led to the death of five ritualists. Roland Collins, tell me, what mistake did they make?"

I?
Causing the deaths of five ritualists?
Roland glanced at the gray-haired girl who was making tea. Seeing that she was just staring at the smoking spout of the kettle without saying anything or making any expression, he understood everything.

After escaping death several times, they already had a tacit understanding.

"The bald guy is trying to trick you."

"I'm afraid I can't bear such a charge, Mr. Godien."

Roland shook his head.

"I will not bear nor conceal the truth in my dream."

He said.

"The truth?" Godien glanced at Shandel subconsciously.

"Yes, the truth, sir." Roland's voice was filled with sadness. "That dream creates a very special, addictive, and inescapable illusion... Unfortunately, when I entered the dream, those five brave believers had already died."

"Even if I move forward for the mercy of the Father of All, I still cannot find their consciousness that has disappeared in the dream..."

"I don't have that ability, Mr. Godien."

At this point, Roland also specifically explained:
"Of course, I don't think that the five ritualists are not firm in their faith in the Father of All Things, nor do I think that they are willing to indulge in pleasure, fine wine, private affairs between men and women, countless gold pounds, luxurious life and a status that everyone can follow—"

"Sir, I don't think they would indulge in such a vulgar and chaotic fantasy that only the most vulgar, despicable and stupid people would be easily deceived."

“I don’t think they are that kind of people.”

The more Roland spoke, the more silent Godien became.

"I don't think they would be deceived by a dream, to the point of forgetting and abandoning their purpose of dreaming, forgetting why they came here - if I think so, wouldn't it be equivalent to saying that they are not pious and are not worthy of their identity at all?"

"I wouldn't say that, sir."

"What I want to tell you is that the dream is not simple. There must be something in it that we don't understand."

"That thing is what caused the deaths of my five brothers and sisters."

"Otherwise, just because of me, or because of that simple illusion... is that possible?"

impossible.

It is not possible.

Odell Godin muttered silently in his heart, his eyes became more unfriendly: "You may not know that among the five ritualists, one is a high-ranking one. Roland Collins, tell me. If something in the dream caused their death..."

"How did you survive and awaken Shandel Kratov?"

Roland's answer was brief and clear.

"I am only the rope of the All-Father."

“He has mercy on His cords.”

Enid bowed her head in silence.

Like Godien, he secretly clenched his fists.

(End of this chapter)