The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 528: Accidentally Injured Ear

Chapter 528: Accidentally Injured Ear
Roland must not be "seriously injured" - according to Wrench, if he was really injured by that big fool with so many important rituals and two mystical organs, it would be a shame for his "gold pounds".

To some extent, Roland is indeed "expensive".

And it is visibly becoming more and more expensive.
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I am not considered a gold pound ritualist.

"A special path, many important rituals, two mystical organs, knowing the target's fighting style, no fear of holy water—"

"If you still can't suppress that big fool, you should buy a farm and retire early."

Roland curled his lips.
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A lot of nonsense.
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Just tell me whether I am awesome or not.

"Normally, what you do is called 'opening'."

Roland:? -
What do you mean by opening... is... unreasonable?

"No, that makes perfect sense."

"The gap between you two is too big - now you should know what the secret organs and the great rituals mean. Roland, you can use the great rituals of other paths without any scruples. If you don't die in the low ring, you will have no shortcomings in the future."
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So when I reach the seventh ring, I should be able to fight against the eighth ring?

"Too small."
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What's small?
"I'm too timid."

"If everything goes well, the moment you step into the sixth ring, you will have caught up with the ritualist with the most mystical organs in history."
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Delis...
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Saint.

"That's right."

"Six mystical organs."

"The Grand Ceremony of the Crowning God's Way."

"I now really believe that you might be the protagonist."
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I am.

"You are nothing! If I were you, I would never step into that frost trap!"
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Unfortunately you are not.

"..."
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whee.

"I'll kill you."

Roland: ...

That's right.

Roland's so-called "not seriously injured"...

I just sprained my ankle.

I sprained my ankle again.

The same one.

As he danced to say goodbye to Fernandez, he didn't notice the raised vine under his feet...

And the vine itself would never tolerate a foot that did not walk honestly.
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I hate maelstroms.

"What does this have to do with the Maelstrom, you blind man with an underdeveloped cerebellum."
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What is brain…healthy development?

"Forget it. I really admire Su Yue for being able to patiently tell you so many stories..."
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Oh, now you know how good Miss Nina is?

"I didn't praise you two."

…………

……

Roland did not go to the church or the court last night. He was at home healing...his foot.

(Actually, it's for treating frost on skin and clothing, as well as scratches from fighting.)
Shandel took Halida to the court - the case had to be done from beginning to end, and since Halida's brother was missing... or perhaps dead, she had to accept a certain degree of interrogation, and if there was a chance, maybe she would even receive treatment.

Enid turned a blind eye and buried herself in her novel.

Fernandez came to Roland the next day and apologized to him - for his "carelessness" and "cruelness":
He said he shouldn't have abandoned him and Shandel, nor should he have left Roland behind to chase the cultist.

If he was really harmed by some curse or strange object, there would be big problems.

"I will blame myself for ten years."

The second floor of the medicine shop.

A bear-man squatted on a relatively short and narrow chair, talking in a casual manner.

Roland leaned against the headboard, slumped over on the bed as if he had no bones, and joked: "...It doesn't take ten years, only three thousand days will be enough, Captain."

Fernandez scratched his thigh and didn't react for a long time.

“…That’s ten years, right?”

"I thought you couldn't count."

Fernandez: ...

"I don't think you look injured."

"I wasn't injured in the first place," Roland smiled and squeezed Fernandez's hand. "The moment I became an executive officer, I had to accept a certain outcome. Fernandez, this is something every executive officer knows."

"You're such a liar."

Fernandez was unaware of the characters floating above his head and sighed with relief: "Should I say you are lucky or unlucky, Roland? Why do you always encounter such things? That person is a cultist of at least three rings, and he is on a particularly special path."

Roland was puzzled: "She doesn't seem to want to hurt me and Shandel."

"Of course," Fernandez also thought so, otherwise the two rookies would not have survived until he arrived: "Maybe they don't want to be enemies of the Inquisition." When Fernandez talked about the situation at that time, he was furious.

"...They turned into my mother. A bunch of blasphemers who are too ugly to be seen... Damn it..."

Roland blinked and said, "Maybe she's pretty."

Fernandez didn't say that he suffered a loss in the battle: "Ha, I guess it's a thick waist and square face. I guess it's an old guy with nostrils bigger than your eyes."

"You really love to guess."

Roland frowned and looked away silently.

Yam Jones did not dare to show any displeasure to the 'adult' in black robes, although she really could not like the man who led Roland on a dangerous road - but in order for Roland to have a more 'peaceful life', the woman still forced a smile and entertained him with Pushou Collins.

"Your 'mother' doesn't like me very much."

Fernandez certainly could see that.

“She’s always worried that I’ll get hurt…”

"Treasure your family, Roland." Fernandez said casually, and seemed to realize that this would make the atmosphere too heavy, so he explained with a smile: "With each upward link of the "Holy Flame", we will continue to lose this feeling."

"Sometimes, I know full well that the woman in front of me doesn't deserve to die."

Fernandez said.

"But I don't feel any regret or pity for killing her."

This doesn't count as 'confessing one's feelings', because everyone who has come into contact with the mystery feels the same way.

It’s just that the “road” differentiates the different kinds of pain.

“I often think that perhaps we, a group of self-important ritualists, are the real monsters in this world.”

Even heavier, Fernandez.

What on earth are you here for?

The captain, who was unaware of this, started talking to Roland about the cases he had handled when he first joined the company.

He said that most ritualists suffer from pain, the kind of unspeakable pain that can only be felt when the needle is inside your body, the 'strange' pain you feel with every movement - it's very uncomfortable, but if you have to choose, how would you choose?

“That is a great power that can make people transcend the mundane world.”

Fernandez told Roland that only a very small number of ritualists would "enjoy" such "loss" - they were like ducks in water, and even longed for more "loss" every time, which made their souls become riddled with holes.

"Those people are monsters among monsters."

indeed so.

Fernandez.

But I am a patient.

Roland suddenly understood why the captain always lingered in red-light districts - perhaps his love for women was partly to blame, but he could guarantee that a large part of his money was spent on the "Please Listen to Me" portion.

It's not easy to make a living.

Roland silently felt pity for the girls who not only had to work hard but also had to train their patience.

If there was a path that required the ability to speak, Fernandez would probably have become immortal right where he is, and shown some real color to those in the world who were born deaf.

'Is this the hell you've been longing for and pursuing your whole life?'

puff.

Fernandez: ...

"Roland."

"Ok?"

Fernandez: “Why are you laughing?”

Roland: "I was just thinking about what you just said."

Fernandez: “What did I just say?”

Roland smoothed his black hair and stretched lazily: "...I want to go back to the court with you today."

Fernandez glanced at his feet and nodded, "Okay. That's what I just said."

Roland: "Would you like to take some of Yam's meat pies with you for the journey?"

Fernandez: "Okay. That's what I said."