The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 659 Ch.658 Admirer York

A liar who has been lying all his life may only have enough "influence" throughout his entire life to be promoted from the first ring to the second ring.

Perfect disguise, an imitation that would be almost unnoticed by anyone.

A relaxed and clever ring raising ceremony.

The price of this happiness is that they require a greater influence than other ritualists.

The lies we see in everyday life are really not worth mentioning.

They want to be bigger and more vigorous, with countless fires burning everywhere, immersing the whole world in flames of lies.

The ingenious trap in the "Ocean Trade" case undoubtedly aroused vigilance.

——The Queen’s vigilance.

Other sects showed little interest in this: although they hated the ritualists of this path, they did not pay much attention to these lying deceivers.

after all.

A mirror cannot destroy a cult built around a deity.

But it may be able to, through lies, collapse the walls of a city, tear apart a fertile land, and rust a glorious chair or a crown shining with power and honor.

and so.

When the ritualists of the Inquisition came to the conclusion of "forgetfulness" after interrogation, the woman on the throne began to go crazy again (according to Enid).

"She met with me, and recently invited the leaders of the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Great Vortex to meet, intending to bring a great sin to the Silver Spindle."

Enid said this cheerfully, and couldn't help laughing when she thought of the woman trying to suppress her anger and panic.

"The Silver Spindle is not a mortal sin, and no one would agree to it."

A cult of women.

——Afraid of such an organization?

The benefactor is above us, and anyone with any sense of shame would not do this.

Roland has been trying to figure out what happened between Enid and the Queen, which led to the two of them disliking each other, but they kept this "disliking" under a certain controllable degree...

"Speaking of being blessed by nature, I have to say that mirror is more enviable than any path to the crown god."

Enid sighed.

after all.

The ring-ascension ceremony and the soul fire (qualification) are the locks and doors that trouble and block the progress of all ritualists.

Some people would wait for decades for a ritual, or even pay an extremely "expensive" and unbearable price, just to get a hint of the possibility of red wine in blood.

And the ritualists of the Mirror Road...

Just one immortal lie.

…………

……

The traveler's decayed teeth were taken away by Roland.

Before leaving, he also stopped by Fernandez's office - the gentleman was not at home again.

Frankly, this has been the life of an executive for the past decade.

Except for the recent "retro" of their chief judge, these old executors are not much better than Fernandez -

They don't have to spend a lot of time every week praying to a statue, they don't have to preside over baptism ceremonies, they don't have to listen to the secret and smelly confessions of the ladies and gentlemen, and they have to tell them in a gentle voice:
God forgives you.

Fernandez is the most typical example.

Today, it is difficult for the executives who remain to change these bad habits that have long been ingrained in their bones - Enid doesn't care.

Roland greeted them all the way back to the common room.

Halida was being harassed by a boy and was stammering in response to his nonsensical questions.

The maid didn't show any annoyance on her face. Instead, she was very happy to talk, even if she was stumbling.

Roland knew him.

York.

Peter Heller's apprentice, a semi-ritualist who has not yet officially entered the circle.

The apprentice who had just manifested the Mystic Triangle. He didn't need to walk behind the bench to hear the conversation between the two people:

York: 'Mr. Collins actually likes to collect different styles of canes?'

Halida: 'Maybe? I can't be sure...'

York: 'He likes it, doesn't he?'

Halida: 'I, I don't know...'

York: 'Do you live with him? Does he spend all his time training himself with the sword and the spear?'

Halida: "It's meditation..."

York: 'Oh! I know! Mr. Heller said that we should exercise our control over the "secret"...'

Halida: 'Facing the fireplace...'

York: 'Is that the secret?!'

Roland on the side: ...

He said nothing, wanting to hear what Halida would say.

The brown-haired maid looked a little guilty, and raised her chin slightly in confusion.

The boy was very excited.

"Great! I knew it! Collins, who has handled so many big cases, must have his own secrets! He, he must be, oh - Mr. Collins!"

The dancing boy caught a glimpse of a person standing nearby for a long time.

"Mr. Collins! Mr. Roland Collins!"

He left the maid behind, ran to Roland, and saluted politely - this was rare among the executioners.

Generally speaking, the most common greetings between brothers and sisters are:

'Good day, old bastard.'

'Good day, I heard you were shot on the last mission, I wish you better luck next time.'

Respect, honorifics and politeness flowed little between them.

Except for a few old gentlemen like Peter Heller, a group of executives led by Fernandez were mostly spokesmen for foul language and sarcasm.

York inherited his mentor's politeness.

Maybe it’s different for Roland.

"Good day, York. I think you are quite a bit taller than last time."

The boy grinned foolishly and tugged at his formal church uniform. "I heard you solved another case! Silver Spindle, right? A group of criminals tried to plot in the city, but you saw through it and arrested them one by one!"

Roland bent down and patted the boy's shoulder gently: "I am luckier than most people."

The boy sniffed, dissatisfied with his modesty: "That's not luck! Mr. Heller said that you are a natural ritualist, and people who are different should be favored by this world - you are extraordinary!"

"I have to thank Mr. Heller for his compliments, although I don't think I'm as good as he says." Roland tilted his head and said with a hint of ridicule, "I'm afraid Mr. Heller thinks you're extraordinary. Otherwise, how could an 'old gentleman' in our court of justice who never accepts apprentices show leniency to you?"

The boy smiled even more foolishly.

He shyly scratched his head, neck and the backs of his hands, even though they didn't itch.

“…I still think you’re the best.”

His eyes were full of longing, just as they were every time Fernandez mentioned Enid.

"Although you are not the Holy Flame, or any other ritualist who can crown a god, it also proves that as long as you are good enough, you don't need a 'broad and smooth' road to punish evil and bring justice to suffering!"

York didn't wait for Roland to reply and kept talking.

"...Mr. Heller is investigating...Oh, you know? The cult that has been making a lot of noise in the city recently...The Tea Party. I think if I give it to you, it will be another 'quick and simple' case."

The young gentleman shook his head, imitating his mentor's tone of voice when talking about a recent case, and asked Roland if he could visit him in his spare time.

"Mr. Collins, you and your mentor are both my role models."

He said.

"Silly child."

(End of this chapter)