The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 517 Ch.516 Fernandez's Little Hobby
Halida's brother was the second baby to go missing alive.

What on earth was that tomb robber trying to do?
Children from the South Side.

The younger brother of a suburban circus employee.

Next, there are the remains of dead babies in the poor cemetery.

Roland reported the matter to Fernandez.

It's hard not to think of some illegal ritual or cult - the possibility of "a ritualist" is becoming increasingly low.

Anyone who is smarter than a wild dog should know that a problem that can be solved by spending some money does not require alarming the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Holy Cross.

unless.

This wandering ritualist was so poor that he could not get any money at all.

or.

He is not yet a ritualist.

He is just a poor apprentice who has just been able to manifest the Mystical Triangle... or, a mortal who is completely looking for death.

"Cult worship is negligible," Fernandez said. "Those who can afford it are usually rich people. They are the best at changing the name of something that was supposed to be used for one thing and using it for something else..."

Roland: "Is this also what the book taught you?"

Fernandez shrugged. "It's just the rich guys anyway. The cultists are also tactful and rarely harm the poor. To some extent, these idle gold pound gentlemen and the cultists are targeting each other."

Rarely, but not none.

It depends on what the cultists are trying to do.

When they need a wide variety of precious materials to complete a ritual, they usually choose to work with one type of person; when they need a single type of material to complete a ritual, they choose another type.

Sometimes these poor people are seen as blood and fuel not only by factory owners, but also by cultists.

Oh.

of course.

The same is true in the eyes of the Orthodox Church.

For example, the 'flesh candles of the righteous' used in some rituals of the Holy Cross, and the 'remains of dead babies' required by the Ring of Eternal Silence - including living babies.

It can be said that the whole world needs the silent wail of their burning flesh and blood to move forward.

At least…

Say 'thank you'?
Thank you.

That's it.

"I once took over a case. A female worker was bewitched by a 'cult' and set the entire factory on fire, burning nearly 80% of the workers to death - do you know what the most interesting thing is?"

In the messy office, the captain was holding a cigar that he had borrowed from others, his eyes blurry.

He looked at Roland, but he was only looking at what was behind him.

"The funny thing is, after we investigated, we found out that the so-called 'cultist' was actually the owner of the factory, their master, a shrewd businessman who was good at finding loopholes in the rules - when we found out about this, he had already obtained compensation from the government through channels... and was able to get a new batch of cheaper workers."

"Very interesting, isn't it?"

Roland: "The Third Factory Act?"

"Oh, yes, it seems you have a friend who pays attention to current affairs," said Fernandez.

“Why can’t I be the one paying attention to current affairs?”

The captain laughed: "It's a good joke."

He seemed to have put aside the baby-stealing case and started talking about trivial matters in life.

"How is your 'mother'? Adjusting to the fast pace of life in London?"

"You don't think there are no factories in the countryside." Roland took a sip of coffee. "She is busy all day long, but she has more free time in London. I plan to hand over the shop to her and buy a big house... a very big house."

"You don't have to emphasize how big it is for me to know." Fernandez curled his lips. "Since you are going to cooperate with the Inquisition, it is impossible to hide your Fountain of Youth. Seriously, where did you get the formula? I've heard those people talk about you a lot recently."

Whether women or men, the Inquisition's executors have preferential treatment at the Fountain of Youth.

But there is a limit on the number of purchases per month...which undoubtedly hints at something.

"You are not interested in the next chief judge?"

"He is only interested in this chief judge."

"A ritualist who is not on the path of the Crown God cannot be the chief judge." Roland said.

"There are always exceptions." Fernandez shook his head.

But what Roland said was not wrong.

All along, the one who could reach the position of Chief Judge was the "Holy Flame".

"I didn't see Ms. Jones on my last visit. If I get a chance, I..."

Roland interrupted: "Forget it, Fernandez. They have a lot of complaints about you."

"Who? Me?"

"Yes. Uncle thinks that you led me to do a lot of dangerous things." Fernandez cursed.

"I was fine before you came! After you came under my command, something bad happened within a few days - can you blame me for this? You yourself look like a disaster!"

Roland repeated: "Looks like?"

Fernandez: ...

The captain who punched himself muttered: "I was much more handsome than you when I was young..."

Roland said who knows, after all, he didn’t know you in the previous life.

Fernandez picked up the ink bottle on the table and pretended to throw it, but after thinking for a moment, he put it back in frustration.

Roland would definitely not be hit by the attack.

You have to clean up by yourself.

"If you could say less, maybe there would be a captain who would treat you better."

"He couldn't be nicer to me."

Fernandez looked like he had a toothache and snorted, "You're really suitable for the theater... I heard that you've been asking about whistling birds and echidnas recently?"

"The feathers of the whistling bird and the tongue of the echidna." Roland said, "The ritual materials needed for promotion."

"That's fast enough." Fernandez looked strange: "Why do I feel like you are different from the others?"

"What's different?"

"Hmm..." The captain thought for a moment and gave an example: "It's like a stove. We always have to chop wood or buy coal, put it in the stove, light the fire, wait for it to burn vigorously... and then make coffee - every step has to be done again."

He said.

"But I feel like you don't need these flames, wood, coal or temperature at all. It's like you can just pick up the pot and wait for the coffee to be ground and then brew it directly...?"

"That's the only time he was smart."

"Fernandez."

"Ok?"

"If I say that I am the incarnation of the Benefactor on earth..."

"Then I am a locomotive that can turn into a human." Fernandez said, "I have some connections. I can ask for you... Don't hold your hopes too high. Whistling birds are very rare, but echidnas are easy - have you asked them?"

"Of course." Roland first approached the executive officer: "Is this thing difficult to preserve?"

"Not really." The captain stood up, took off his coat and put it on. "It's just that it's hard to find, and the price is expensive. You know, most executives are very poor, so they won't keep these in their hands - the low-level "Holy Flame" rings are not needed."

He said.

"Let's go, first we'll go to the South District to look for the couple who lost their child... We'll also have to go to the cemetery tonight."

The captain, who was used to resting, uttered a sigh and then cursed fiercely: "If I catch that thief, I won't be able to get his teeth..."

As soon as Roland heard it, he knew what he was worried about: "Did it delay your punishment of the 'evil' woman?"

"You know nothing." Fernandez squinted his eyes. "You are a loner boy. Do you plan to let your wife teach you after you get married?"

Roland followed him out of the office and down the corridor.

"What's there to 'teach' about this?"

"Don't act like you know so much. Otherwise, wait till the end of the night and come with me..." Fernandez put his arm around his shoulders and grinned, "It's my treat."

"I have to go home, Captain. Yam and Uncle are waiting for me."

"Yes, dear baby, Mommy likes good kids like you who don't need anyone to worry about you."

In Fernandez's opinion, Roland was a boy who had never tasted anything.

It will be different when he really tries it.

"I promise you..."

Roland always felt that Fernandez's "urgent" invitation was a little abnormal.

"Did you brag to someone?"

Fernandez: ...

“It’s not really bragging…”

Roland rolled his eyes.

“You don’t understand,” Fernandez sighed. “We have to relax a little bit.”

"Don't tell me you're still under the banner of the All-Father."

"Of course not." Fernandez said disdainfully: "We are different from Hei Pi... To be honest, Roland, I don't believe that no woman has ever provoked you."

"Your boss."

"That's a bat spirit that can only suck out the brain."

(End of this chapter)