The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 512: The Pastor’s Secret

Roland thought he was definitely capable of taking a joke.

He just wanted to know which gifted person could have created such an interesting joke - just as Enid had saved him, now he also wanted to try to save this talented friend from the mud.

"Let him be baptized by fire?"
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I'm just asking.

"You better be able to take a joke, you jokester."

Roland asked the driver, and of course the answer was still that 'friend' - in fact, he couldn't tell the difference between the church, the monastery and the Inquisition. As he described, Roland roughly knew where the man got the 'secret' from.

"It's really not decent to do this."

Roland believed that the word "dignity" should not be used for the church, or even for the entire Holy Cross, or even the ritualists.

It is difficult to call a ritualist who uses dead babies as sacrifices decent, nor is it possible to call a priest who asks a holy child to kneel down and praise the holy spear decent - perhaps when they 'test' the holy child, they will pull a piece of spotless 'holy cloth' over him... is this decent?

After listening to this, Roland said in amazement: "I'm afraid I have to look at you with a new eye, sir."
The driver was also very happy.

It was really worth it to exchange a 'secret' for a 'sir' from the young gentleman - you know, except for the time when his wife would talk nonsense and call him 'sir', 'my Lord', 'Thumb King' and the like, no one had ever called him 'sir' in most of his life.

Oh.

There are also.

A few years ago, he was sitting on the side of the road, eating half a fish left over from lunch, and heard a man and his lady passing by muttering:
"This gentleman seemed to be enjoying himself as if he was trying to learn some great truth from that fish."

The woman smiled charmingly.

The driver asked his wife to follow his example that night, but he failed after laughing several times in a row. In the end, he had to admit defeat amid his wife's impatient swear words.

Mr.

What a beautiful, elegant word.

Behind the breath sounds that pass through the mouth and the curves of the tongue belly and tip is an innate nobility - too many people learn to use it, but what is truly decent is not to use it, but to let others use it on you.

"You are indeed a well-educated gentleman. It is my honor to serve you."

The driver said this solemnly.

Roland replied solemnly: "It is my honor to listen to your 'secrets'... But I think I should pay something for my curiosity - I don't want to insult a kind and talkative person with a dirty coin."

Not insulting at all.

The driver complained in his heart.

Please do so quickly.

He thought so, but didn't dare to say it. He was worried that if he angered this person, he would be beaten with a cane, and after attracting the police, he would be fined a large sum of money. If he couldn't pay, he would go to a cold cell.

"That's nothing! Sir, if you want to hear it, I have other things..."

However, Roland was not prepared to listen to 'other'.

"I think I might as well give you the same secret in return." Roland's tone also became mysterious, and he leaned forward in the car: "...The secret I got from my father. An absolutely true secret."

The driver knew very well that what he had heard from his friends had probably been added or subtracted.

But what this young gentleman said...

Absolutely! True!
big shot.

How could he have the time to deceive himself?
That's good.

When he’s done, he’ll have something to talk about… maybe he can even ask his wife for something else?
"I promise not to tell anyone."

Roland smiled. "It's just a little story." He said, "It's about the church."

"church?"

"Holy Cross." Roland explained: "My father's brother's son often went to the church..."

The driver continued, "My wife went there too. She spent a lot of money and got beaten up by me. It seemed that the Father of All Things didn't come to save her when I beat her...Haha!"

Roland also laughed a few times: "Yeah, it costs a lot of money. I mean, my brother... my father's... oh..."

The driver reminded: "Father's brother's son."

"Yes, he is the son of my father's brother," Roland said. "The poor child is the youngest in the family, handsome and loved by everyone—" The driver interrupted again: "But he is definitely not as handsome as you!"

"He is much more handsome than me." Roland's voice weakened: "...One day, when he was waiting for his father after praying, he was taken back to his bedroom by a pastor..."

The driver also quieted down.

His well-honed premonition told him that a shocking secret was about to be revealed.

“…When he woke up, he found that he was in pain all over his body.”

really!

The driver was shaking with excitement!

——But he was like an experienced hunter, forcibly restraining his curiosity and breathing lightly, fearing that a cough would make this young, loose-lipped gentleman come to his senses, realize his gaffe, and find that he shouldn't tell such a secret to a mud-footed man.

If this gentleman had reacted, he would have missed it!

Patience is a necessary quality for a good hunter.

The driver thought about it and cursed in his heart that the horse's hooves were too heavy.

This old guy is not like me at all. He can tell when to be quiet.

"So..." He heard the gentleman behind the car stop talking, thought again and again, and asked carefully: "...He was injured?"

"Ah, that's right." Talking about this, the young man from the noble family, who was rarely seen in a gloomy mood, was extremely ashamed: "That pastor is really hateful - no, I am not blaming the church, I am also a devout believer. But the pastor... I have to say that the pastor is not a good person!"

"Those in white robes?" The driver was surprised. "They would hurt a child?! Thank you! How old are your father's brother's sons?"

"Eight years old."

"She's too young!" he said. "She's about the same age as my third daughter... How could he be violent to a child?"

After the driver asked, Roland didn't want to say anything.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Please tell me quickly! Otherwise I won't have the energy to work hard at night!" He said something obscene, wiped his nose, and pulled the thick rope in his hand while begging, "I promise not to tell anyone! Sir!"

Roland sighed.

"It's really embarrassing. You don't know me, and I don't know you. But if this gets out, you'll be in trouble."

"trouble?"

"Yes, it's a shame for a shepherd to have an affair with an eight-year-old lamb--"

The sound stopped suddenly.

The young man seemed to be annoyed by his own stupidity. He cursed angrily, but it was not a very dirty word. Then he twisted and turned like a worm in a honey pot and ignored the driver anymore.

——Until I got off the bus, I didn’t even look at him. I threw a coin on the board, held my cane between my legs, and left in a hurry without even saying goodbye or looking back.
The driver picked up the coin, wiped it on his clothes twice and put it in his pocket.

He spat at the dark-haired figure's back.

"Pooh!"

The wheels squeaked.

He paused for a moment, smoked a couple of cigarettes, and ran into a few people he knew—in this business it was hard to say who didn't know who.

"...I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else." The driver leaned against the wheel and chatted with three or two people who were also taking a break. "Just now, I heard a big thing..."

"That's right, please don't spread the news. If you get into trouble, it has nothing to do with me..."

"Yes. The one in the white robe... is a priest! A priest! Blind! Have you never seen a priest?"

"Of course I can guarantee it! That person looked delicate and ignorant, but I just coaxed him into telling me everything..."

"It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes before... I swear! My wife's friend's husband took me to see it - the child limped out of the church. Can you imagine what the hole was like?"

"Go! Stop disgusting me!"

(End of this chapter)