The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 529: The Carriage and Teachings to the Court of Inquisition

"You're a black, dirty fellow, and you make friends with everyone. Do you think we can't take care of a girl?"

On the carriage.

Fernandez was quite critical of Roland's insistence on returning to the Tribunal with injuries - this made him feel that Roland did not trust his 'brothers and sisters' in his heart.

Although he did have some unfavorable opinions about Roland's friend.

Don't blame him either.

Although the abolition law was enacted and implemented for many years, in the eyes of most people, certain people of similar skin color should do the work they should do——

Although Halida's color can only be considered light brown.

But it doesn’t make much difference if it’s a few degrees lighter, after all, it’s not white.

“That’s why I’m going back today.”

Roland asked.

"My friend is not very brave... Have you prepared a small cake for her?"

Fernandez turned his head to look at Roland in surprise and rubbed his cold arms: "Honestly, Roland. I kind of hate the word 'petite cake' recently..."

"Do you think it's very exciting to pretend to die?"

In fact, Fernandez and Shandel share the same view on this point - the same view as most people.

That is:
Roland really didn't need to make friends with these breathing 'objects'.

He was born in the lower class, and finally won the favor of Enid Jutia. He also had the talent for a certain "path", and escaped death several times to get to where he is today. If he looks back at himself who was once trapped in the mud, the self coveted by countless greedy eyes, he should cherish everything he has today even more.

Status, identity.

The artificial "skin" that wraps around one's own flesh and blood for show.

Yes, Roland was a kind boy, Fernandez knew it.

With his background, if he didn't look back, he would be conscienceless. But if he really went back, he would be stupid.

People are either stupid or have no conscience.

Fernandez hopes Roland will be smart about this.

——The world is full of smart people, and no one thinks he is stupid.

It’s just that everyone has their own cleverness.

Fernandez firmly believed that Roland should use his loyalty and sociability on someone who deserves it - even if it's just a "human".

Look at that damn thing.

It’s the same color as coffee with milk. Isn’t it a real beast?

"If you are responsible enough and have a long-term vision, you should plan now." Fernandez said something that was really useful and practical to Roland at the moment: "The status of an executive officer is not enough to erase your background, Roland. Frankly speaking, you must make enough efforts before you exceed the marriageable age..."

“Maybe ten to fifteen years.”

"If you are lucky, then you will be able to choose your wife from among the ladies of status."

Fernandez said earnestly: "You, at your age, may think that I am too mercenary, like those businessmen who can sell their parents - but what I want to say is mercenary."

He had no bad intentions. On the contrary, he knew this world too well and valued Roland too much.

"A good marriage can change a person's life. You don't know what it means to marry a lady of noble descent and a strong family background."

That means that even if Roland is at a low level, he can easily do things that are difficult for high-level ritualists to do.

Roland has good looks, talent, and everything else that makes him attractive—except his background.

He should work hard for it, prune his interpersonal relationships like pruning a crooked branch, make friends with good people, and let his surname become known in the circle in a neat and beautiful way.

Instead of becoming friends with some slutty slave girl from a circus.

Fernandez's own life had long been hopeless, so in this situation, he placed more hope on a young man he liked.

With Roland's qualifications...

What a pity.

Upper class, noble, bloodline and reputation. These seals, big and small, were branded in Fernandez's head along with "loyalty to the Inquisition" and "faith in the Father of All".

They are difficult to see with the naked eye, but they are always sizzling.

"You didn't teach me well, then," he said sarcastically, "The street is not a necessary effort, Fernandez."

The captain disagreed: "You see, even though you came to London from the country, you never intended to accept it."

Flower Street is really a necessary effort.

"You don't want those ladies to think you're an 'abnormal', 'unmanly' man, do you?"

Especially when Roland is so beautiful.

It’s hard not to overthink this.

"Handsome, from the Holy Cross, not popular, energetic - such a man actually turned a blind eye to young girls... Roland, it would be fine if they talked about your story with men, but if they talked about horses or sheep..."

Roland rolled his eyes. “We are the executive officers, Fernandez.”

"If high status could shut people up, there wouldn't be so many jokes about the 'Supreme Girl' in the market," Fernandez said, suddenly remembering something and sucking his teeth: "... recently, someone who is looking for trouble has spread rumors about the Holy Cross everywhere."

He felt somewhat guilty when he said 'rumour'.

"What priest and what boy... I mean the holy child."

Fernandez scratched his thigh, his mouth full of dissatisfaction, but his face showed a bit of gloating: "I know those priests are not clean, they always talk about 'seeking the path to truth'... Is the truth on the saint's buttocks?"

Roland slowly turned his face away: "I haven't heard such a 'rumor' yet."

"They are everywhere," Fernandez said helplessly. "The church can't do anything. They can't arrest everyone on the street... Oh, by the way, I heard that you are looking for whistlebird feathers and echidna tongues... If I remember correctly?"

Fernandez told Roland that he had received a "reward" - a "reward" for confronting the cultists and obtaining a lot of intelligence from them.

He can't use it.

But Roland can.

"Ring ceremony, Fernandez. I thought it would take half a year."

"It's normal to take three to five years." Fernandez shrugged. "How about I give you a suitable price?"

Roland asked if it would be more than one pound, and Fernandez said you could bribe a holy child with one pound, and then pray to discover the brown and yellow feathers of the whistlebird from their "holy way".

"Five hundred pounds," the captain added unhappily, "but that's not expensive at all. Do you think it's everywhere?"

The price of xenogeneic organs is never stable - just like you can't put a fixed price on a bag of water in the desert or the ocean.

After all, you don't know how much the buyer needs it, nor what price the seller expects.

Generally speaking.

The whistling bird, a not-too-rare species, has "parts" ranging from three hundred to one thousand pounds.

Of course it may also be sold at a higher price.

Such as the life of the seller.

“It’s definitely a friendship price plus a discount.”

When it comes to "reward", Fernandez starts to grumble in his heart.

Roland had just publicly purchased whistle bird feathers and echidna tongues in the court of inquiry a while ago, and his reward was a "tail feather" - if you want to say that Roland had nothing to do with this, he would dare to cut off his big toe and stuff it into the eye of a *.

He has worked for the Inquisition for so many years, he must be aware of what kind of organization he is backed by.

The presiding judge who also knows herself a little: Enid Jutia.

He had a 'bad idea' and wanted to keep it a secret and observe whether Roland would 'coincidentally' get the second 'tail feather' - that would confirm many of his speculations.

of course.

The reason why he didn't do so was simple.

He wants to live well.

(End of this chapter)