The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 527 Ch.526 'Reward' and 'Strategy'

Roland was 'injured'.

But Fernandez only asked briefly, told Cinder to take good care of him and the crazy 'slave', and rushed straight to the office in the innermost level of the court.

Enid had bought a lot of books recently. When Fernandez was allowed in, she was curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her, reading a thick book with yellow stripes and a blue background with great interest - this scene stunned Fernandez.

He thought of Roland.

"Your Excellency the Judge."

"Good day, Devinson." Enid raised her eyes, stuffed the thin note next to her hand into a page, and placed it next to the stacked book tower.

Fernandez glanced.

It says "Resistance and Fall: Brother on Mount Ita" -

Eyeballs down.

Next to the book tower are scattered "The Fairy Boy and My Lake Blue Ribbon", "The Fierce Smell", "Frequent: The Active Woman" and so on...

The captain silently looked away.

how to say.

Winter is indeed almost over.

"Are you curious about my private life?" Enid glanced at him and said with a fake smile: "I think I told you guys not to bother me unless necessary."

Fernandez coughed twice and said in a deep voice: "Sir, regarding the mission my team has recently received..."

"Yes, I remember that."

Enid watched Fernandez bend over attentively, turn over the teacup, boil water for tea, light the candle, and said in a light tone: "The trouble with the Ring of Eternal Silence. This has nothing to do with the Inquisition... Have you caught the gravedigger?"

Fernandez shook his head, sat down, and said solemnly: "We encountered cultists."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows. "I guess it's not the Cradle of Flesh and Blood. If those bugs need 'materials', they can be found everywhere in London."

Fernandez nodded: "I still don't know what kind of organization she comes from. She calls herself "Winged One". Is she from Tea...Talk...Lord Enid?"

Enid's brown eyes moved slightly, and her lips subconsciously moved inward.

“I haven’t heard of such an organization.”

She crossed her legs and listened quietly to what Fernandez had said: how he arranged for Chandel and Roland, how long it took him to get to the scene after hearing the gunshots, the confrontation with the cultists, the process of the battle, and why she did not choose to continue the pursuit.

Fernandez wanted to tell Enid all of this clearly and show her his faith in the Father of All and his unwavering loyalty to the Inquisition.

"…I don't know if she has any helpers, sir. I must stay awake and report back to you."

Intelligence is very important.

Even higher than the occult organs.

The outcomes of many wars are often completely different simply because of differences in intelligence.

"…This person is extremely dangerous and can influence the properties of matter through the "secret"…Sir."

But judging by the amount of abilities she showed, Fernandez speculated that she would not exceed three rings.

"If all the members of the 'Tea Party' possess such power..." Fernandez said solemnly, "Perhaps we should inform the Holy Cross and other Orthodox Churches about this."

Especially the Great Whirlpool and the Ring of Eternal Silence, which are the two major orthodox religions second only to the Holy Cross.

There is nothing wrong with Fernandez's idea.

In his view, the Inquisition is only responsible for fighting against cultists and xenos.

For example, there are the liar worshippers of the Mithril Church who are eager to bring chaos to the world, the profit-seeking evil party of the Wanderer Alliance, the Silver Spindle who targets "women" and does evil things under the guise of "liberation", including all the big and small, famous or not-so-famous cults in the whole country.

That is not just the responsibility of the court.

Every Orthodox church should do its part - and in the face of the "Winged Ones", Fernandez hopes to pass this message through Enid to all the high-ranking members of the Orthodox church, and try to nip this organization in the bud as much as possible, as it will become more and more troublesome in the future.

There's nothing wrong with his idea.

Enid did not agree immediately, but asked him if he had ever guessed the "path" of the "cultist".

"I've been thinking about it all the way, sir."

Fernandez sighed and rubbed his forehead.

The face in the candlelight was full of fatigue.

When it comes to the path of the non-Crown God, a name pops up in every ritualist's mind.

"destiny".

This path is considered "outstanding" even in the realm of the Crown God.

Unfortunately, due to the inherent flaws of the non-Crown God Path, the ritualists who embark on their "destiny" have no great rituals to use.

——Otherwise, many ritualists would not have satirized them as "a fate without a future."

"It's not 'fate.'" Fernandez had seen the ritualists on that road. Apart from the often disgusting 'fate' in their mouths, the quail-like men and women were no better than hungry wild dogs when they started fighting.

then.

Fernandez also considered that since 'she' could control the earth and trees, could she be the "herd" or "immortal" of the Great Whirlpool?
At the same time, according to what 'she' said, the interrupted ceremony involved cemeteries, the dead, and babies, and the road might be related to the Ring of Eternal Silence...?
Too little information.

Fernandez had never heard of a road with such power.

"She is in great danger, Lady Enid. We must hurry—" he said anxiously, but was interrupted by a look from the presiding judge.

Enid took a look, then lowered her head and shook the cup, sniffed the tea mist leisurely, and took a few sips: "Would you like milk?"

Fernandez paused: "…Sir?"

"I said tea."

“…No.”

"Not at all?"

Fernandez: “Only sometimes.”

Enid: "What a shame. You should try to accept it."

Fernandez shook his head: "I don't like it too greasy."

Enid's smile deepened: "But since your chief judge likes it, you should also start to learn to like it, right?"

Fernandez obviously didn't understand: "...Sir?"

"Keep this to yourself, Fernandez Devinson." Enid called out his full name, gently put down her teacup and sat up straight, "Don't you realize who our 'cult lady' really offended?"

She didn't wait for Fernandez to answer and started talking.

"She may have made enemies with the Chloe family because of some past that we don't know about. Look, the old man's son died in her hands, and was cut into slices of meat of varying thicknesses - I can now be sure that she is not "Iron Cavalry" or "Dry Bones."

Fernandez pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

"So, there are people who have a headache, Fernandez. Why should I chase after these old guys who can't even clean their own asses, shake their shit-yellow hands, and beg them to take their attention away from women and gold for just a few seconds?"

Enid tilted her head and looked at the huge silver cross on the wall: "Such a hatred of desecrating corpses will not end easily. This is a matter between Charles Chloe and the "Tea Party", and has nothing to do with the Inquisition - remember our duties, Fernandez."

Fernandez stared at Enid, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Lady Enid was not like this before.

In other words, in the impression of most executors, their chief judge should be a straightforward, somewhat paranoid, selfish, cold and extremely powerful lady.

She has never been involved in conspiracies or intrigues, and she doesn't bother to plot against the Holy Cross or the Council of Truth at its top, or play the big children's game of 'you guess, I guess, I know it all' with those masters.

Now hearing such an answer, it’s no wonder that Fernandez became suspicious.

"Fernandez."

Enid raised the corners of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Do you want to be the presiding judge?"

Fernandez shuddered: "No! Of course not! Sir! I will always be loyal and follow your footsteps!"

"Then, my executive officer, you will obey my orders, right?"

Fernandez immediately responded: "I will do as you say."

"That's it. Don't spread this matter out, just pretend nothing happened." Enid picked up the teacup again: "Sometimes, pagans and cultists are not necessarily enemies... Oh, right."

She suddenly remembered.

"I heard that your deputy, our Mr. Roland Collins, was injured?"

Fernandez finally let go of his anger, loosened his tense muscles, scratched the back of his head, and smiled innocently: "...Well, I didn't have time to ask in detail, sir."

Enid looked at her straight in the eye. "The final result of this case was that we captured and executed a cult disciple who was trying to steal a corpse - the Cradle of Flesh and Blood."

she says.

"A small case won't make the elders of the church open their pockets. But since you took the risk and brought back the information, I will compensate you according to the rules."

She stood up with a smile, picked out a forked dark blue tail feather from the wooden box in the glass cabinet, and gently placed it on the table.

"A whistle-bird feather."

Enid said.

"Don't refuse, Fernandez. I am your chief judge and your direct superior - this is what you deserve." She lightly touched her brows, lowered her eyes and whispered: "May the Father of All Things bless your pious soul..."

Fernandez: ...

Look at the feathers, look at Enid.

Look at Enid, look at the feathers.

What a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)