The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 563: Fat Bat's Golden Surname
"…Older women are so stubborn, hahaha… No, of course I dare to say it, dear. Although the teacher's performance is not obvious, how can he deceive the people who are with him day and night?"

Courtroom, reception room.

Natalie stuffed herself cruelly into the sofa, laughing as the wood and leather wailed.

She asked Roland to bring the "Waterfall" to her mentor, hoping that the two good friends who had fought side by side could actually meet in private - rather than just exchanging letters as a routine.

A great era is coming.

If Natalie wants to consider herself, first of all, she must consider the position of her mentor.

Then.

The Inquisition had to come into their sight.

Enid Jutia, the eighth ring of "Holy Flame", a terrifying high ring that is almost at the end.

Such "friendship" should not just stay in the past.

Natalie didn't know whether her mentor and Enid Jutia really still had a friendship that could stand the test of time, and privately, her mentor didn't show this - but she could see that her mentor wanted to "reconcile" with Enid Jutia.

How much of this is due to friendship, how much is due to interests, and how much is related to future plans...

Is it important?
There wasn't really any major conflict between the Inquisition and the Ring of Eternal Silence - even if there was, what did it have to do with Natalie and her mentor?
"so…"

Natalie lifted her large custom-made boot and looked at Roland expectantly.

However, she could only get a disappointing answer.

"My chief judge doesn't want to talk to me about the topic of "Waterfall", Ms. Natalie." Roland smiled bitterly, and fulfilled his wish of wrench, and touched his nose, "I'm just an executive officer, you should know that, right? How dare I question my chief judge..."

"I just mentioned the word 'waterfall' briefly... Ma'am, I promise, that look won't keep me in the room for even a second - no executor in the Inquisition is braver than me. If you don't believe me, you can try to entrust my captain, Fernandez de Vinson."

Roland sighed repeatedly, described what happened in detail, and said that he was really powerless.

This is not good news.

Natalie was not in a good mood, just like this blessed land which was always covered with dark clouds. She visibly drooped the corners of her mouth, and the flesh of her cheeks bulged and slumped onto the carpet.

a long time.

She pulled out a brass pipe from a snakeskin bag that was smaller than her arm, unscrewed a glass jar, and pinched some damp tobacco and rubbed it in her palm.

A few minutes later, he put it into the pipe, pressed it firmly with his thumb, and lit it with a match.

It was a rich, sour fruit smell.

"It seems that my mentor will have to wait for a while..."

The fat woman held a carved copper-covered wooden pole in her right hand, smoking while talking. A wisp of smoke occasionally came out from the corner of her mouth, but it didn't look vulgar at all.

This is the demeanor that a beauty should have:

Let elegance carry you, instead of trying your best to carry it.

Roland couldn't tell which detail hit the right beat and clicked the rhythm.

But he could just feel it.

- Like a drinker who can easily tell the difference between a three-shilling bottle and a three-pound bottle, but cannot explain the convincing secret behind it.

"I'm afraid I have to contradict what you said earlier."

He said.

"You are definitely a beautiful woman, no matter how you look at it."

These words that suddenly interrupted the silence made Natalie stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing an expression as if she had just met someone for the first time.

But when she saw Roland's eyes, her smile gradually froze.

The ritualists of the Circle of Eternal Silence deal most often with life and death.

Although they were not like the group of liars who believed in the "Sixth Crown God" and could easily see through lies - but at least Natalie could tell the difference between compliments and courtesy.

What is the most terrifying thing.

She actually discovered sincerity on Roland Collins' face.

"The truth from a blind man. I don't know if I should be proud of it."

Natalie was serious in front of Roland for the first time. She swung her arm holding the pipe to her side. Her big and clumsy head, like a Shar Pei, tilted at a perfect angle, her chin slightly raised, and her tone of voice rose and fell with it. She looked at the amber eyes staring at the void calmly and silently, a face that only a craftsman with wings on his back could carve - they were bright and dark in the candlelight.

When it is quiet, it is like a perfect puppet that has been prepared for thousands of years waiting for a visit from the gods.

Delicate and beautiful, but also like being placed on the edge of a cliff, far and dangerous.

Natalie's smile widened.

"I finally understand why Enid Jutia chose you..."

"That's my luck, ma'am."

"Maybe it's hers, Mr. Collins." She put away her frivolity in her smile, and a sudden surge of pressure dissipated the hazy acid mist in front of her: "But you made me lose a zombie and a blood feud without any result."

"I very much wish I could somehow compensate you for your losses."

"Really..." Natalie puffed on her cigarette and squinted at Roland, admiring his unique face. "Since your mentor, your chief judge, didn't say anything, it proves that this matter must be blamed on you... Hmm..."

She didn't know what she was thinking about. The more she thought about it, the weirder the smile on her face became.

"You should know that the cause of the whole case is the death of my distant relative, right?"

"indeed."

"I'm not short of money."

"Obviously."

"Then you have to do something to compensate me for my 'loss'."

"It's not an attempt to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen."

Natalie laughed so hard that her body shook in waves.

Roland Collins.

The Golden Rose of the Inquisition.

It is better to meet than to be famous.

His manners were not standard, he was not enthusiastic enough, and his words were vulgar - at least compared to the 'gentlemen' she usually met, Roland Collins was definitely not an 'excellent' person...

But Natalie didn't know why, but she smelled a strange scent on him when they first met.

She couldn't put it into words, but she was sure she could smell it.

She likes people who are different.

"My father hates ritualists, and he hates 'monsters' even more. He only dealt with the Holy Cross perfunctorily, but never dealt with you, the Executors, individually, right?"

The Fat Lady no longer concealed herself, crossed her legs, and leaned on the sofa.

The candlelight cast a golden glow on her face.

Unconsciously, some temperaments are changing.

"Come to my house."

The woman turned her pipe upside down and knocked the copper pot a few times in the wooden vat.

"This is the 'compensation' I want." Natalie looked at the suspicious man with a smile: "We can try to make friends... I think this should be easier than assassinating the queen, right? Come to the Benevento family, I will invite you, Mr. Collins."

Natalie Benevento…

Roland still remembers this last name clearly.

Benevento symbolizes wealth.

The most glittering title in the entire country.

"Your last name is 'Benevento'."

The fat woman opened her arms, shook her two drooping sleeves, and teased: "Why? Don't I look like one?"

"Strange, her arms are like wings."

(End of this chapter)