The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 485 Ch.484 Accusations and Speechlessness
Odell Godien didn't believe Roland's explanation.

The reason why I say this is because, since she woke up, Shandel has not provided any useful information to the church: she bluntly said that she was stupid, and was lured into a dream by a wooden box, and was tossing and turning in her own memories and unable to wake up.

Until Roland split the darkness like a god and extended a hand of salvation to her...

Gone.

It’s gone.

Caota cow-faced sheep-eyed saving hand!
This woman described throughout the article a handsome, honest, kind, and smart man, describing how he saved her from danger, describing how he had to cut through thorns and endured so much suffering just to save her.

Gone!

As Gordian listened, the more he listened, the more it sounded like those stories in newspapers that were specially tailored for the ladies:
A delicate and slender girl with a tragic life story, a noble appearance, a beautiful soul, a fragile soul and a desire for freedom is waiting in a high tower for a man riding a white horse and wearing a silver helmet, who is handsome, brave, humorous in conversation, upright, from a wealthy family and with an extraordinary background.

Just like this passage.

It's too damn long.

That's a serialized story.

Gordian had the good fortune to work with a female ritualist who often ordered such newspapers.

To put it a little blasphemously, the man in the story is not much different from the Father of All Things.

None of it can be seen by human eyes.

This is the answer given by Sandel Kratov:

She expressed her feelings for the person who saved her through her words.

At the same time, she couldn't tell anything useful - about the dream, and about what happened to the five ritualists who had not yet awakened and probably would not awaken in the future.

She knows nothing.

It's like a drop of transparent water of unknown composition, it looks very clear.

But Godien felt that there was something wrong with this woman with an extraordinary surname...

Shandel Kratov.

Granddaughter of Bishop Gary Kratov.

so…

Innocent and well-behaved? No kidding, they are on the same path.

So Godien didn't believe it.

There is no choice in believing, and there is no choice in not believing...

Who knows what happened in the dream?
To put it more seriously - the most serious thing is that Roland Collins killed the five ritualists.

But even so, who can know?

If Enid Jutia wasn't behind Roland and Chandel, and if Gary Kratov wasn't there, these two people would be responsible for the five dead ritualists.

just now…

What could he say?
Odell Godien finally understood what Enid Jutia had said to tease him.

"Just like those old guys didn't want to meet me but sent you here instead - do you still think that you are carrying some important responsibility?"

Of course, he didn't think that those adults were afraid to face Enid, nor did he think that they were timid. He just felt that this case was really troublesome and difficult to solve.

"I can only accuse you of recklessness, Roland Collins."

Odell Gordian knew he couldn't make this case 'fair'.

But his ambitions, ideals and the scales that control his heart and soul were not willing to let this go easily. He wished he were blind, but he was not.

"But I want to remind you, and you. Roland Collins, Shandel Kratov."

"Although you are executive officers, you are also like us, surrounding the Father of All Things, His believers, and the lambs saved by the light. I hope you can understand one thing."

"The power possessed by the ritualists far exceeds that of ordinary people. This is not a reason for you to trample on the rules."

These words are very serious, far more than just an admonition.

Even like an accusation.

Odell Godien spoke solemnly, his eyes turned towards Enid for a moment:
"It's not wrong to have a good background and strong support. But I want to remind you that this support is not always there, and those who rely on it to do whatever they want have also lost their own morals and beliefs."

He ignored Enid's presence, staring at them like a spy closely watching people, and said bluntly:

“I can tell you what would happen if a ritualist of the same low level but humble origins encountered such a situation—” he said.

"Roland Collins will be punished for crimes close to blasphemy, and you, Miss Cinder Kratov, if there is no respected bishop of this surname, you should also bear a heavy and lifelong sin for your recklessness and the lives of five promising ritualists."

"You're lucky."

“But some morals and beliefs were lost.”

Roland yawned quietly.

Since it is not polite to open your mouth like a crocodile in public, it was just a 'muffled yawn' - very unpleasant.

It's a bit similar to the physical feeling of about to come, about to come, and about to come but never being able to see the end.

He listened quietly without saying anything to refute Godien's accusation.

He even thought that there was nothing wrong with what the other party said - from his point of view and identity.

Just like the directors were keen on getting those pretty boys and girls drunk, then carrying them around and hugging them to enjoy themselves and go to heaven together - they considered this a blessing and there was nothing wrong with it.

Everyone has a time when they like to argue about right and wrong, but for the children living in the orphanage, this time is very short.

However, some people did not come from the poorhouse.

"Oh, I don't quite understand you, Mr. Godien."

Shandel smoothed his hair, picked up the kettle and poured the water into the flask.

"Are you accusing us of using our powerful background to commit evil deeds - even if this evil deed is to save lives?"

"We don't know if the five ritualists would have survived without Roland Collins' intervention - maybe they would have." Godien narrowed his eyes: "If they did, it would certainly be Roland Collins' fault."

"Of course, Miss Kratov. If it weren't for your recklessness, this situation would never have happened. Don't you feel a bit guilty? Those are five lives, and they died because of you."

What if Roland hadn't intervened?

More people will die, ugly monsters.

Shandel smiled gently and lifted the flask. Odell thought she was going to serve him and pushed the porcelain cup forward.

then.

I just watched her pour herself a cup of tea and pour Roland a cup of tea.

Godin: ...

Took a deep breath of the tea fragrance.

"That's not 'dying because of me', sir." The girl held the teacup in both hands, her young and immature face full of innocence and cleverness: "That's 'sacrifice'. Sir, hasn't the Holy Cross had a mission to save people over the years?"

"We saved people, but the ritualist died. Should we say to the survivors: Repent, sinner. Three of our teammates died to save you - should we say this?"

"That's not because of anyone's death."

“They’re just sacrificial.”

"Hasn't the Holy Cross had even one mission over the years due to recklessness? Do we expect foolish mortals to not be foolish, or do we expect evil cultists to not be evil?"

"Do we have to tell the survivors every time who died because of you?"

Xiandel moved neither fast nor slow, just like the mist slowly rising before your eyes.

"As for the 'background' you mentioned..."

"Of course." She smiled gently at Godin. "If my grandfather, if my chief judge, if two high-level ritualists cannot give me the privilege - Mr. Godin, what is the difference between me and those lowly people who pick up bread crumbs in the mud?"

"I would like to ask."

she says.

"Among the five ritualists sent to rescue me, are there any with extraordinary backgrounds?"

"They are not all specially selected by certain people. They have no background, poor relations with the top management, and are the kind of people who can be considered as 'acceptable losses', right?"

Shandel looked at Godin innocently and spoke like a child:
"Your righteous commandments should not only whip me, but should also be swung upwards from time to time to whip those who deserve to be whipped more..."

"I'm afraid you won't dare to do that by then..."

Xiandel paused for a moment, covered his lips and chuckled: "Did I underestimate you?"

(End of this chapter)