The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 562 Ch.561 Getting Strange

A natural ritualist.

This title is heavy in the mystical world - born, this word is considered a compliment when placed before any positive word, except for ritualists.

The reason is clear to every ritualist.

More qualifications mean more defects and pain.

Not to mention "Saints", even for "Holy Flame" - this path requires "compassion" as a qualification. One can imagine the pain and struggle that the ritualist will endure if he embarks on it and goes further and further.

A natural ritualist.

If this title was really so common, Cinder Kratov would not have been so favored by the Holy Cross - putting aside the factor of her grandfather, the girl known as the 'library' did have qualities and talents far beyond her peers, and even the previous generation of ritualists.

Halida?
Enid was not too happy to believe it.

If she were to say, the real genius is first and foremost Roland himself.

Next is Shandel Kratov and Lillian Rose Vansittart, who she has recently begun to focus on.

The criterion for a genius or a natural ritualist is not how young one is, how easily one can enter a dream, become an apprentice, and then open the door to a ritualist.

The 'eternal' and 'eternally burning' flame in the soul -

This is the mark of a natural ritualist.

They will climb up at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

Faster than an apple falling to the ground.

Their souls are always warm, as if there is always a flame that never goes out around them.

The only thing that can stop them is worldly difficulties.

For example: ritual objects that are hard to find, and difficult and dangerous rituals.

in contrast.

The above two problems can be easily solved by mediocre ritualists.

What troubled them was something that Roland or Shandel had never worried about - the fire in their souls.

It has to be said that such interesting things that confuse right and wrong always happen between geniuses and mediocre people.

Enid herself understood and sympathized with them to a certain extent, just as she had heard a similar story from an old painter when she was a child.

He devoted his entire life to painting, but at the end of his life he was only known as a "portrait master".

Just where he lives.

He said to Enid.

By chance, he met a talented painter who was about thirty years younger than him and had become famous with only six or seven works.

With some sincere or dark mentality, he met the young man privately and talked to him about many issues related to painting skills. One of the words he talked about was something he could not let go of until his death.

"So, you don't know this technique... Well, I can't help but be curious, sir. If you don't know this technique, if you haven't asked anyone for advice, if you haven't studied it in depth, how could you possibly produce such exquisite and rare masterpieces with your pen?"

The young man listened, half puzzled, half embarrassed and replied: "… Sorry, I don't know, sir. I just think it should be painted like this."

I just think it should be drawn like this.

Enid understood the meaning of this better than the old painter.

Natural-born ritualists are like Roland and Shandel.

Their souls are more "burn-resistant" than most people, and they are endless.

Halida...

Enid was reluctant to believe that she had the qualifications.

You can follow…

if…

She can really stay with Roland for a long time...

That means...

The presiding judge was conflicted.

On the one hand, she didn't want Roland to come into contact with such a person, but on the other hand, she was wary that she shouldn't "change" the trajectory of certain things.

According to my personality, what would I do?

Enid looked at Roland quietly.

It's a huge gamble. If that day comes, will you blame me for putting so many lives on the table?
That's what the Holy Flame is.

You should have known, brother...

This is the beginning you made.

"The Inquisition will not reject people who are talented and devoted to the Holy Flame." Enid knocked on the table and asked Roland, "But the 'genius' you mentioned... do you think she is qualified to be an executive officer?"

The Executor must be with sword and fire.

And a "Iron Cavalry" with outstanding qualifications...

The more extraordinary you are, the harder it is to take this step.

Because of "fear".

"The Inquisition needs soldiers, pious guards who can protect the throne of the Father of All Things, and swords that can ruthlessly chop off the heads of babies and women..."

"Not the nanny and the maid, Roland."

"You are certainly qualified to recommend new members to Fernandez, but the premise is that she will not cause trouble to others. Do you think she can do it?"

Roland was silent.

Halida...

No.

Roland wanted to help Halida improve her status and help his friend get rid of her "humble" past. The Inquisition was the least wrong choice at the moment - maybe the logistics staff...

"I disagree."

Enid curled the corners of her mouth and leaned forward, seeming to be very happy to see Roland's expression.

"The Inquisition does not need slaves, Roland. Maybe you have some 'selfless' ideas - I don't know who influenced you, and I don't care how many stupid theories that person has instilled in you and instigated you to do those unorthodox things..."

"But a slave is a slave."

“One bill cannot change reality.”

"These people are born to be slaves, and the mark of lowliness runs in their blood. The Inquisition welcomes devout and capable believers, regardless of their origins - this does not include slaves, Roland."

Enid was right.

In this era when "paths" and "rituals" are controlled or even monopolized by various sects, each organization has a set of standards for selecting believers.

Apart from cults like Cradle of Flesh and Blood that believe in "cannibalism means being friends" and accept everyone, many sects have their own "preferences".

Holy Cross is the most lenient and forgiving of them all.

But even so, the church itself could not accept a slave as a believer.

Just like you can't bring a pig that should be on the dinner table into a music salon and tell everyone there: it's your teammate.

Your other teammates will be embarrassed.

"I understand." Roland nodded first, then quickly apologized softly: "Forgive my impatience. I shouldn't have confused friendship with the trial."

Enid turned her head and touched her brown hair: "Anyone would do the same. Roland, I'm glad you thought of the Inquisition first."

Roland adjusted his sitting position and said with a smile: "Just like the 'waterfall', it thought of you first?"

Fall?

Enid didn't realize what Roland was talking about and hesitated, "What 'waterfall'?"

It was Roland's turn to be stunned.

Ms. Natalie asked him to bring a message.

It's "Waterfall".

A falcon that her mentor had raised with Enid Jutia more than a decade ago.

The name is "Waterfall".

'It fell on Enid Judya's head, and my tutor still often talks about how it felt - it was like winter had suddenly arrived.'

Enid…

Forgot the name of your pet?
"What's 'waterfall', Roland?" Enid blinked, as if she was about to recover her lost memories and asked Roland to say a few more words, "In order to upgrade my ring as quickly as possible in the past few years, I have given up some 'unimportant' memories..."

Roland placed his crossed fingers on the table and lowered his eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)