The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 511 Ch.510 Don't be so incompetent (A)

Roland understood what Fernandez meant.

There is no problem with the logic.

Suppose he is the wandering ritualist who is unwilling to join the Circle of Eternal Silence, and has obtained the Great Ritual from someone - he has to find by all means the materials that will allow him to complete the ritual.

Then, he would definitely purchase the dead baby through legal channels.

Why dig graves?
The price of a dead baby is not high.

"Unless it has nothing to do with the ceremony, or he is not a ritualist of the Eighth Crown." Roland guessed.

"I think so too." Fernandez nodded. "A ritualist with a normal mind would never want to provoke those dirty guys in the Ring of Eternal Silence."

The case wasn't dangerous, just troublesome.

One of the points is that the stolen graves were all in the suburbs of London, in those poor places that were almost no different from mass graves - the poor were guarded and controlled when they were alive, so let them be "free" after death.

Those cemeteries are not guarded by the believers of the Ring of Eternal Silence themselves, but are handed over to gravekeepers.

Choosing this kind of place proves that the thief is not very smart.

“Maybe just one or two,” Fernandez said.

First, high-ring ritualists are ruled out (if high-ring ritualists still need to rob tombs, then Fernandez is a gentleman). Secondly, fourth-ring and third-ring people also have certain abilities (depending on the road) to steal the tombs of rich people under the noses of the tomb keepers - the premise is that the ability of the road is indeed suitable and it is only done once.

But he chose the poor people's nest.

This proves that he is just one or two links.

Fernandez can still guarantee this.

He had seen ritualists of too many paths, but none of them could possess such power before the third ring.

Even many of the more "remote" paths do not have a decent, frontal combat capability until the high rings - and vice versa, some paths focus on combat, and are inevitably weaker than some paths in other capabilities.

"Holy Flame" is the best example.

When he is at the third ring, he can face the fourth ring of the "Secret Scroll" Road head-on.

(Though their 'deal'-like powers are annoying.)
If he had to name someone who was beyond the "standard", it would only be the "saints" in history - her extremely special path enabled her to easily fight against several practitioners of the same ring ritual, and the six mystical organs also gave her an extremely strange and difficult to defend power.

The executive officers even joked during their chats, wondering how many "rings" the "Saint" could cross in the battle.

There are all kinds of outrageous guesses.

And no one dares to assert that it is impossible.

After all, they were six mystical organs.

Fortunately, there is only one Delis.

"The previous baby stealing case had a huge impact. Many important people are very sensitive to this matter. In addition, a living baby was kidnapped... We have to find this gentleman with a unique habit as soon as possible."

Fernandez first found Roland, then went to the other side of the city and informed Cinder.

This girl has been helping Roland research the "Shining Heart" recently.

Roland couldn't figure out whether this was a riddle or if it really had to be "shiny" - he originally planned to make a heart made of diamonds, but felt that this approach was not in line with his own path.

The "secret scroll" one is possible.

During this time, Roland took a bus to a circus near London.

Go find Baudelaire and Halida who sent the letter.

The Mudball Circus has recently increased the number of performances. It is rumored that this is because the circus owner, Mr. Mason Lyle, owes a large debt, and for some unknown reason, the bank, which has always had a good reputation, suddenly withdrew the loan, almost killing the peacock.

Roland rode in the car, listening to the driver's talk, from Mason Lyle's anecdotes to his private life, from his private life to his doctor friend who committed suicide (Isaac Brown), to the "corruption" in the circus, to which big shot did what in the circus -

If there is anyone who tells more lies than any other, perhaps no one lies more than the coachmen of London.

But the lies they tell are not annoying, and if you don’t know the inside story, you might be fooled by one of them.

Roland leaned on his arm and stared at his back quietly. Suddenly, he had a strange idea: Maybe in some special circumstances, this group of people can be more useful than newspapers...

They travel across the city dozens of times every day.

Not to mention the drivers who are cheaper and come into contact with more people.

"If I hadn't seen that you were extraordinary, I would have taken this secret to my grave." He turned his back to Roland, pulling the rope, and the horse's hooves accompanied the deep and hoarse voice: "I know some unique tricks..."

"Oh, is it about the Supreme Lady?" "That's about right." He chuckled a few times and leaned back. "She's also an important person, not much less than our queen."

Roland became interested.

"Do you know those black crows?" he asked.

"His daughter will never see him again."
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Don't be so frivolous.

Roland leaned against the crude swinging fender and continued, "Of course I know, patrolman, right?"

"No, of course not. You look very important. I'm not talking about those debt collectors who would even take a bite of the passing dung carts. I'm talking about..."

He didn't know why, but he felt the wind blowing into his cotton coat.

Then, he wrapped it tightly again and continued: "I'm talking about those priests."

"Priest?" Roland pretended to be puzzled.

"Yes, you know the Holy Cross, don't you?"

"If I didn't know the Holy Cross, I wouldn't be able to pay for the ride."

The driver laughed: "It is enough for the noble lady to ride in my car once."

He complimented me twice and continued with the topic, as if he had reached a critical point and would feel uncomfortable if he stopped.

"...the group of black crows, no, that's what we call them, in fact some people also call them...'burners' or 'cold-blooded monsters'..."

Roland's eyes moved slightly.

This driver is really smart.

The name 'Incinerator' is much rarer than 'Cold-blooded Monster'.

"Where did you hear that name?"

"My wife's friend's husband works for these people..." He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that a group of black-clad men with guns would suddenly appear on the empty street - but he still wanted to say, "...for small things. We drank, and I heard him say..."

"Honestly, sir, you have no idea how terrible these people are."

"You'll probably find out soon enough."
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Don't be so frivolous.

"You better be."

"How terrible is it?"

"It's very scary," the driver emphasized, "I heard that this group of people are not welcome in the church either - their master has a woman who is vicious and full of bad intentions..."

Roland curled his lips silently.

"What a bad idea."

"Well, I'll tell you something." The driver swung the thick rope in his hand and shouted, and after driving the carriage through the street, he said:

"I heard that these cold-blooded monsters all listen to that woman. They want to bleed living people, and then burn those who are about to die after bleeding into black sticks..."

Roland tapped his knees with his fingers and hummed from his throat.

This was not meant to be a warning to the driver to proceed, but he thought it was.

It was like he had reached a critical point where he had to fight back. Any voice was a clarion call to guide him to charge forward - even if it was his daughter turning around and saying, "Dad, you've got the wrong person."

"That woman bathes in fresh human blood every day... She wants her men to help her rob beautiful and tender children - of course, adults are also fine, but they have to be beautiful and tender."

Roland asked what the purpose of bathing in human blood was, and the driver said that it might make him younger, or it might make him more "attractive" - ​​he was talking in a mixed bag, but he was actually expressing the same idea.

The evil monster bathing in human blood is the leader of the group of little monsters.

Roland sighed slightly.

"gentlemen?"

Horse hooves accompany the silence.

Roland said softly, "This story is too scary...right? Let's change to something else? For example, let's talk about your well-informed friend."

"Roland."
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Ok?
"Don't be so rude."

Roland: ...

(End of this chapter)