The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 530 Ch.529 A Hope

Halida was placed in the Inquisition's ward—yes, the Inquisition also had wards.

But usually no one uses it.

Because the ritualists of the Path of the Holy Flame do not have the slightest ability to heal injuries, and apart from Cinder Kratov, no "saint" has ever joined the Inquisition before.

of course.

The ritualists of the Maelstrom and the Ring of Eternal Silence may have similar methods, but they are ultimately no match for the "Saints".

When Roland arrived at the ward area, Cinder was carrying a plate of sliced ​​apples and bumped into him head-on. Fernandez was too lazy to meet Roland's "beast friend" and after saying "you'll understand sooner or later", he impatiently went to play cards with his brothers and sisters.

The ward area is very cold.

Not to mention the spider webs and mice, even if you walk a little harder, the dust that is stirred up will make you cough.

There isn't even a decent oil lamp here, it's like a small path reserved for adulterers to visit at night, and those who need it are told not to take off their clothes.

After a few steps through the round belly hall, you will see abandoned single rooms strung together in the damp corridor that makes you feel half asleep and half awake. Behind some broken wooden doors, you can hear the rustling sounds of crawling.

Roland did not see even the cheapest decoration, a drop of oil paint, or a metal cross the size of a fingernail.

Nothing at all.

The wild bricks have their own ideas. The rebellious protrusions fit in docilely, and then they create a strange road that is sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, sometimes winding and even requires sideways to pass through - at the same time, the pedestrians have to admire the black-shelled multi-legged insects on the wall that crawl past their noses almost face to face.

Roland couldn't name them.

They are quite comfortable.

No "authorization" is required here, and you don't have to have a toad in your stomach to come here.

As long as you can endure an environment that is even dirtier than being locked up with lepers, and the coldest and dampest "cave".

However, the room that Shandel took Roland into did have a stove.

The floor was unexpectedly clean. There was a plank bed in the room, a low wooden barrel for storage, a small chair that might be for a child to sit and play, a quilt, a cup of still hot milk, and some fruit in Shandel's hand.

Just as Roland was about to say thank you, he saw Cinder sitting on the bed as if no one was around and holding up the milk.

Drink and eat fruit.

He also invited Roland to sit down and eat with him.

Halida squatted barefoot in the corner, licking her lips that had not been wet all night, and carefully retracted her neck.

Roland: ...

"I knew damn well I couldn't have any hope for this bad bastard."

Roland turned around and closed the door. Upon hearing the sound, Halida's silver eyes suddenly lit up.

Just for a moment.

It went out quickly.

She curled up her legs, as if trying to hide her face from Roland.

But this could not hide the stinky smell of sweat on her body and the mud stuck in her hair and toes.

All her movable joints seemed to curl up as much as possible, contract inward, and squeeze, trying to use such force to crush the heart that was beating faster and faster in her chest.

Then, in the instant Roland blinked, he turned into dust.

She is afraid.

"She knows everything." Shandel bit his apple and raised his chin towards Halida, his expression amusing: "You know what you did, right, Miss Dark Skin."

she says.

"A baby starved to death."

In addition to the remains in the tomb, there was a living baby who starved to death at the scene.

There was nothing in his stomach except maggots.

Shandel chuckled: "...you stole a mother's child and starved him to death. I have never seen a more vicious person than you..."

"I don't believe she hasn't looked in the mirror."

Shandel's words made Halida curl up even tighter.

She seemed to know exactly what she had done, but she did not answer Shandel's words. She just turned her head blankly and stared at Roland.

"younger brother…"

She covered half of her face with her knees, revealing a pair of blank silver eyes: "Ke..."

Roland squatted in front of her.

"Collins," he said gently, "Roland Collins. Halida, you remember me, don't you?"

The girl with her knees crossed nodded slightly and buried her face in her knees again.

She didn't want to talk.

Even though Roland took her hand, pulled her up, led her to the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

She still looked stunned.

Roland brushed the black hair away from her face, not eager to listen to what she said, but sat beside the bed, waiting for time to pass quietly like her.

five minutes.

Or ten minutes.

There were only three breaths of varying depths in the silent room.

Until the woman on the wooden board finally 'woke up', slowly reached out from under the quilt and grabbed Roland's little finger.

"younger brother…"

she murmured.

"younger brother."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked ferocious, as if her entire face was being pulled by a pair of invisible hands, and every inch of her skin trembled unnaturally.

"...Woof! I...Woof...Pendant...Woof! Mom..."

Roland held her hand in his, and the shaking spread from the wrist upwards.

He looked into the lucid madness in those silver eyes.

Shandel glanced at the struggling woman on the wooden board and said calmly: "She is not crazy... I mean, she knows what she has done. Of course, even if she is crazy, the "Saints" will not be able to help. If they were, they should have cured their "holy child disease" long ago..."

"But I did find this thing in her."

As she spoke, the girl took out a coin from her pocket and threw it on the quilt with great disgust.

Big coins.

A blood-stained gold pound.

The patterns on both sides have become blurred, as if they have been rubbed too many times.

Roland was surprised.

It was not because it was impossible for Halida to have gold pounds of such denomination, but because of the blazing flames in her sight.

……

"Name": Hope
[Type]: Wonderful Item (One-time)
「Description」: A miracle was born.

No one deifies a coin.

No one is stupid enough to pray to a coin.

Unless it's her only option.

Unless it's all she has.

'I have a lot. Now, I'll give you some of it, okay?'

Bounce, spin.

No matter how desperate the situation is, it will tell you where hope lies.

Note: It will take away your despair, as well as part of the user's flesh and blood.

Note: You don't want to know where it was hidden before.

Note: You only have one chance, please use it with caution.

It, and you, are both.

……

Roland stroked the blood stain on the coin and asked in a low voice: "Where did you find it?"

Of course he remembered the coin, which he gave to Halida.

but.

The 'piece of cloth' on Halida's body had no pockets.

Shandel snapped his fingers and smiled strangely: "Roland, women always have places to hide things."

Roland:?
Before he could think more, the flames had already set the whole room on fire.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Roland heard the tired sighs of varying depths from the bricks.

In the mist that was spreading and diluting reality, tents rose up silently.

He heard the sound of shaking newspapers.

The sticky sound of leather heels stepping on glue.

He fell from the steep reality, and the coins hit the rock wall with the crisp sound of clinking.

Stranded in hazy memory.

"Nostalgia: You will have a chance to witness the past with highly mysterious items."

(End of this chapter)