The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 497 Ch.496 Idle Man Roland
No matter what Louis Heyman's intentions were.

The price is too high.

Roland thought that if he had experienced such a past, he would never let anyone know - not even James Jones.

He had no sympathy for Louis Hyman and no interest in his past:
This high-level ritualist was too dangerous. His last name, his origin, and even the way he looked at him from time to time: because Roland could tell, and was particularly sensitive to people's emotions - it was not love, friendliness, or any positive, warm emotion.

That was a kind of malice that was not direct.

Like the snow outside the house in white winter, it never comes into the house, but you absolutely know that it is just outside the door.

All in all, the debt was repaid without any major problems, which was the best outcome - the church did send people over several times, and based on the information provided by Enid, they repeatedly questioned Cinder and Roland about the worms.

This time the candidate was not the fierce-looking Odell Godien, but a few clerk-like figures who had been asking all sorts of questions over and over again, from all sorts of different angles, throughout the afternoon.

I can tell.

The church is really starting to worry.

However, none of these could compare to the troubles that Enid brought to Roland.

When he showed up with the latest bag of cashmere socks, she lost her temper for once:
Fernandez de Vinson was ordered to return to the Tribunal immediately, and a lot of unfinished work was thrown to the unfortunate captain (and his team) -

including but not limited to:
Capturing the 'alien' that no one had ever seen, clearing out the ghosts in the entire South and East districts, handling trivial matters for several families that cooperated with the Inquisition (capturing lovers and garrisoning missions), and even some things that gave Roland a headache...

Book pen work.

This was a job Roland had never done before, and those executives who often went out were rarely good at it.

There are special positions within the Inquisition who are responsible for writing these 'praises' and 'feelings'.

A book of mercy, chastisement and compassion to the All-Father.

Every month, an entire small wooden box would be filled with messages and sent to the church.

And now.

Roland was told to complete this task 'personally'.

A blind man.

What 'opinion' could he have towards his benefactor?
"Roland: Thank you for taking only my eyes."

"Father of All Creation: You're welcome. Three years later, I still have a few small cancers."

Roland: ...

A twenty-inch scroll.

I have to say, this is definitely a 'just right' 'temper' -

It stabbed Roland exactly where he least wanted it to.

When the task fell on him, the unreliable captain even went to the East District to pay him a visit and mocked him.

Of course, advice from someone who has been through it is also given.

That is:
Be a rough guy.

"If you insist on looking for the Kratov family, or spend some money to go to the church to find those extremely pious but extremely short of money "giving hands", I bet that if you satisfy those people, you will suffer again next time."

But it’s different for the rough guys.

The priests who read this scripture would at most spit and grumble about "ungodly" and "barbarians who only know how to use weapons", and then use these papers, which were not even dry and were stained with blue ink, to wipe their butts or blow their noses.

They'll end up with a blue ass and a hearty dose of 'I told you so' insults and discussion.

But as Roland, you have to be quiet.

No one would ask him to write this stuff anymore.

'That's not our job, Roland.'

Fernandez said.

'Ink and feathers do not frighten the cultists. They fear our God not because of scrolls and praises.'

and so…

Good punishment.

Roland really couldn't leave the house for half a month.

He pondered and used almost every word he could think of to praise the God whom he had never met but who was always merciful.

——He thought, maybe write the words bigger, and bigger.

Then each line is large, so naturally there is less to write.

But he knew why this job fell on him - if he really handed in a paper with only his name and the words "The Father of All Things is awesome", Enid would really ignore him for the next half month. So.

I had no choice but to write in a proper manner, writing about my experiences, my life, my sudden new feelings about the doctrine, repenting for my previous ignorance, and having pity on those lambs who are still in ignorance...

But as I wrote.

It started to go astray.

"We all thank the Father of All for the milk and meat, bread and wine. Although the poor cannot enjoy it, the rich use it to bathe -"

stop.

This always feels like it's hinting at something.

"I will praise His name. I will praise it loudly during the day and silently in my heart at night. I will keep it in my mind all the time, just as He is always thinking about the people on earth - just like the husband and wife next door and their respective lovers always shouting in the depths of love, 'Father of all things! Here I come!'"

stop.

Blasphemy.

"I will keep your teachings in mind. Although the aunt who sells candy with a basket told me how she judged her husband's lies: before every lie, he would add 'I swear to the Father of All Creation!'"

stop.

Misinterpretation of doctrine.

Roland would write and play for a while, but at the end of the day, the words on the paper were less than the wrinkles on old Collins' face.

During this time, Rose and Cinder had asked Roland if he needed help in his dreams at midnight: Cinder was too "professional" and certainly couldn't help - she herself had "troubles".

But Rose can.

The puzzled thief said that she didn't understand much of the All-Father's teachings, nor did she know many words.

Roland said that it must be you.

'How about I write half of it for you?'

'I don't know how to thank you, Rose.'

"I'm just practicing calligraphy." The smug girl in the dream was more eager to seize every opportunity to attack Shandel than to help Roland draw earthworms on paper.

This is a good opportunity.

She asked Roland how long he needed it to be, and said that she had been free recently, and maybe it would take two or three days for him to completely finish this boring task.

Roland said forty inches and told her the width of the paper.

then.

A few days later.

Rose didn't even make it to the Fairy Ring.

Roland...

I'm really bored.

"You are definitely not a human."
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Do you think Rose will be grateful to me for giving her the opportunity to practice writing when she finds out?
"meeting."

"And I'll be so grateful to you."
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It's not that serious.

"It's not that serious if you don't write it yourself."
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I am the leader.

"The purpose of esoteric Buddhism is to let the followers do your homework for you?"

In fact, Roland is not too idle.

Without the mission, it was quite interesting to be in front of Yam and his uncle all day long - he could clearly feel that the relationship between his uncle and Yam was heating up:

At least the old guy didn't ask about my well-being or say "please be careful" while he was working.

What should you be careful about when doing laundry?

Is he afraid that his Yam will fall into the basin of water that is not even as high as his calf and drown?

Every time this happened, Roland would wander around, teasing Yam with a weird look on his face.

then.

Not even two days passed.

Yam asked Roland casually:
'When do you go out to work?'

Roland: ...
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I'm going to buy a huge house, but I'm not going to let either of them live in it.

(End of this chapter)