The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 486 Ch.485 Temporarily Ended
Gordian did not like Shandel Kratov.

If you ask what is more disgusting than the Inquisition, except for the cultists, every believer who yearns for the glory will spit out the same word: Executor.

The girl in front of me is the best proof.

She should have had a bright future, but after spending some time in the Tribunal, she became indiscriminate and abominable: just like you can't make the children who have tasted matsutake and moss seams give up that thing -

Even if you lie to them every time and say that you and their mother were just 'discussing the strength of the furniture'.

They pretended not to know, but in fact they had tried again and again in secret.

Until he comes home covered in red marks and infects your wife.

Then your wife will pass it on to William, Daniel, Helag, John, Matt, Leslie, James - James is you.

This is the 'disease' of the Inquisition.

Uncontrollable and highly contagious.

An uncomfortable quality, a maddening obsession.

It had been good in the past few years, Gordian thought. Ten years, or less—but lately, in Enid Jutia, in this Roland and Cinder, Gordian had once again felt that uncomfortable paranoia and madness.

A sharp blade that is hard to control.

"I won't argue with you, child." Godin shook his head and stood up to say goodbye: "You really should go to the church, in the true glory of the Father of All Things. I understand and appreciate all the dedication made by the executors of the Inquisition..."

"But you, child. You should really come, pray to the Father of All and implore His divine grace to cleanse your no longer pure heart."

"That helps us keep going. Believe me, we are on the same path."

Shandel stood up with him, stepped forward, pinched the folds of her skirt, and bent her knees slightly.

"Oh, I don't think I should salute you like this." She held out her hand to him. "Here's to your ideals, Mr. Odell Godin."

The fierce-looking man looked at her silently for a few seconds, raised his arm, and touched the girl's fingers perfunctorily: "For the sake of the bishop, child, please don't let me see your name on the list of blasphemers one day-"

As he was talking, he suddenly felt some pain and itchiness on his fingertips.

Just for a moment.

A wink.

It quickly disappeared.

Godien looked down at his palm, then looked at Cinder who looked puzzled. He was silent for a moment, turned around, and bowed to Enid to say goodbye.

Click.

thump.

As the door tongue returned to its original position, a "field" that matched the room unfolded.

The woman who had remained silent throughout the entire process finally spoke:
"I will give all your annual wages to the relatives of the five death ritualists." She glanced threateningly at the gray-haired girl who was about to speak, "Don't tell me again that 'they are not dead', Shandel Kratov."

she says.

"Now, tell me exactly what happened."

…………

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Shandel did not hide the worm.

Perhaps she thought the presence of the worms was serious enough to inform her presiding judge anyway—perhaps, she thought Roland would not join her in lying to Enid.

In short, when this word was mentioned, Roland could clearly sense Enid's abnormality:
It was the first time that he felt the complex emotions of fear, worry, and surprise from this powerful ritualist.

She was indeed surprised. "You mean, worms?"

"That's right, Your Excellency the Judge."

"I almost forgot who your teacher is..." Enid looked at Shandel like a street police officer looking at a thug who made a fortune with blades and awls: "I thought you could get out of the dream, it wouldn't take too long."

Shandel pursed his lips, his eyes drooping like a kitten drenched in rain: "I thought you 'should know' that I'm trapped in a dream..."

Enid: "Should I know?"

Shandel: "Of course not. If you know it, but don't tell Roland..."
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you say.
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If I squat a little more gently now.
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Get down.
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It crawled across the room like a worm, to the edge of the window.
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Tear up the field and jump off.
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Will they find out?

"I have no idea…"

"But you might as well give it a try."

"I'd like to see you moving your butt up and down on the carpet."
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The pattern on the carpet is really beautiful.

"Not as pretty as Taylor's."
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Why do you think cigars are addictive?

"nicotine."
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what?
"It's okay if you don't understand, but could you please not ask?"
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If I had a silent carriage, I would put a table in it that I could use comfortably while lying down.

"Your fortune would buy enough carriage to carry you across London."
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I'm going to ask Randolph...about the property by the way.
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do you know?
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I recently discovered that milk candy is delicious.
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Milk... What do you think the milkman thinks about when he works every day?
"You can ask a woman working in a red-light district. They do similar work."
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If you say that, I won't be able to eat milk candy anymore.

Someone in a trance started a series of irrelevant conversations with his obscene secondary brain.

Until the room became quieter and quieter.

Until he found out.

Two pairs of eyes were silently staring at me as I was in a daze.

"There is definitely something wrong with that dream," Roland said calmly, "Just like you said, it can make people lost—"

Enid: "We were talking about worms."

Roland paused, then changed the subject nonchalantly: "Yes, worms. Like humans, those things are indeed extremely scary... Actually, you didn't even talk about worms, did you?"

Enid: ...

Xander: I love him so much.

In short, Enid did not go into too much detail about the origin of the worm, this strange "creature" that was not an alien species.

She only told Roland and Shandel how to avoid being parasitized by the worms, and how to recover in time after being parasitized: some extremely yang rituals or holy water can dispel and eliminate these curly curses that are afraid of lightning and storms.

What is truly terrifying about them is their rapid, never-ending proliferation, as well as the bewitching, out-of-nothing power that resides within their curled, wriggling bodies.

And Shandel and Roland are obviously not their targets.

Enid dared to be certain that the so-called bewitching could never fill the holes in the hearts and desires in the souls of these two people - just as the worms could not fulfill her wishes, they could not use these means to manipulate and corrupt Chandel and Roland.

In some ways, her two good subordinates may be more troublesome than worms.

"After taking a holy bath, stay home and reflect on how many rules you have broken..."

She had to report this to the Holy Cross - worms were enemies of all living things, and no one would be stupid enough to conceal such a thing because of their position and hatred.

At least she won't.

What's more, it can also cause some trouble for those old guys.

Enid stood up, took out a few golden glass tubes from her bag and placed them on the table. She glanced at Roland and then looked at Shandel as if warning.

"Stay home means stay in your own homes."

(End of this chapter)