The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 657 Ch.656 Another...lie?

"In fact, the Hanging Key Society is one of the least threatening and most ridiculous cults in history."

As Enid fiddled with her tentacles in front of the mirror, she told Roland:

These ritualists who claim to have "God-made" blood firmly believe that there is an eleventh crown god in multiple histories, and they spontaneously form an extremely exclusive small group connected by blood.

They never do evil things, nor do they hang around in front of orthodox ritualists.

In addition to pursuing purity of blood, intermarriage, and the continuation of their own "greatness" and "originality", they spent all their time on the road of "searching" - the so-called god who is in charge of more sophisticated rules.

"Are all Jewish people so humorous?"

Enid scoffed.

Originally, this small cult was not taken seriously by the Crown God Sect. Compared with the threat of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, they were more like silent bystanders.

They do not harm others, do not cause chaos, are not interested in invisible techniques, and do not pursue more powerful occult organs and strange objects.

They don't even look like a society of ritualists.

This kind of organization is everywhere, it's no big deal.

until.

Until they began to ask around and search for knowledge that would allow people to transcend history.

This touched a sore spot for all Orthodox religions.

Crossing history is absolutely not allowed.

It is a "major sin".

When the Holy Cross learned of this, it immediately dispatched the most powerful team of the Inquisition at that time to participate in the cleanup.

"I."

Enid pointed to herself.

"And Keshhai."

she says.

"It's hard to believe how ridiculous these self-proclaimed noble primitives are in front of the Holy Flame. They kneel down and beg for mercy, saying that 'multiple histories' are just a cover to make money and expand their group."

"They have done nothing to deserve the death penalty."

Roland felt something was wrong.

At least what he saw from his 'memories' was extremely real: the demeanor of those members, and Jocelyn Cavendish's seriousness.

Will it be like Enid said...?

That strange lamp-shaped object cannot be faked.

"Keshihai and I only wanted to complete the mission. The Executor has no meaningless mercy. I killed them with my own hands, Roland. These 'primitive people' are vulnerable..."

“Where was their God at that time?”

Enid tucked her two 'tentacles' back and spoke softly.

"In the following years, many small groups similar to these appeared under the guise of 'primitive people' - but they were only there for worldly things."

"Yellow skinned, black skinned, brown skinned - just like those 'primitive people', each has their own small group, their own small 'name'... It's nothing."

"Whether Sons of Heaven, Primitive People, or Golden Bloodline - they can call them whatever they want. As long as they don't try to steal forbidden knowledge..."

"You won't die."

Roland frowned: "Even if they think that they are different and there is an eleventh god?"

Enid raised her eyebrows. "Before they tell it in public, yes, Roland. Do you know who the owner of Paloyemed is? How many 'primitive people' are there in the upper class?"

"The ritualists of the true gods cannot wipe out everyone just because some bloodlines did something stupid a few years ago. You can understand that, right?"

"That's what cultists do."

Roland thought about it.

"Then those who exist today will not be convicted by blood."

Enid smiled. "Of course, Roland. What era is this? How can we convict a person based on his bloodline? Should we eradicate the Cavendish family and your good friend Taylor? Unless everyone is crazy - I am sure that the so-called 'original people' is a complete scam."

"When facing Keshihai and me, those people did not show strong enough faith..."

"I feel like she lied again, what do you think?"
-
You said it all, again.

She didn't wait for Roland to continue asking, or because the scam of the "Primitive People" was really stupid, but instead talked about another case.

“Paula Kahlo.”

Enid stood up and pulled out a wooden box from the drawer.

Inside was a somewhat blackened decayed tooth.

Human teeth.

"This is the wonderful thing you have been dreaming of for your little maid."

Enid needs no introduction, and the waves in Roland's eyes need no instructions.

………………

「Name」: Traveler's Toothache
[Type]: Wonder (Ritualist)
[Description]: I never linger until the pain reaches my marrow.

This magical object can bring extraordinary power to people.

Just like its name.

Once embedded in the gums, the holder will gain the power of 'crossing space'.

You can set any anchor point (eyes or "secret") within a radius of thirty feet, and use the sleep world to perform continuous, obstacle-free short-distance movement.

'When are you going?'

'Right! Now!'

……

Note: Every time you use this magic item, it will have an effect: pain.

This effect will accumulate without an upper limit within one month.

Until a new cycle begins.

or.

Someone smashed his head with a hammer.

Note: Smart people don't overestimate what they can afford...but they are usually greedy.

Note: The traveler's tooth decay is not as stable as the power brought by the "road". When the holder uses it more frequently, there is a probability that uncontrollable and unknown consequences will be caused.

(It's small, but it's there.)
Note: Except for the death of the owner, this item cannot be removed by any known means. Once implanted, it will stay with its owner forever until death brings it another new journey...

And a new owner.

……

…………

Roland would not underestimate the price of every rare item.

Except for a very few rare items that did not have a price specified - such as the earring "Needle in the Pupil" given to him by Shandel.

Anything else with the word "price" in it deserves the highest degree of caution.

But even so.

"Traveler's Toothache" is also amazing enough.

Because all low-level ritualists (at least those on the Crown God Path) do not have the power to cross space.

So far.

Roland had only seen two ritualists with such power.

One from Louis Hyman.

The red-haired one, his piano teacher, "Organ" Six Rings.

Able to travel through sounds of a certain frequency.

The latter one is Enid.

The eighth ring of "Holy Flame", the White Knight's "Dance in Light".

——Roland even guessed that even for the ritualists of the Crown God Road, not every person who reached a high level on the road could possess this kind of magical power.

That is the power that can allow a person to jump from one end to the other in an instant.

Isn’t it amazing?
And what Enid said next just happened to prove that Roland was right.

"This rare item is priceless, Roland."

The woman's expression and words were completely opposite.

She just used the scissors to poke the tooth a few times in disgust - for something that had been soaked in the saliva of countless people, it was hard for her to convince herself to use it even if she had to go back to the beginning.

“But it’s also genuinely rare.”

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

"Put a strange tooth between your own teeth. If there is no missing tooth, you have to knock out a good one first."
-
This is true.

“What a difference of treatment.”

"You said, it's all someone else's saliva, and it's all put into the mouth—"

Roland blocked it out.

He knew what Wrench would say next.

Makes sense.

But annoying enough.

(End of this chapter)