The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 677 Giles Fonseca
Roland had been in London for quite some time, but he had never been to the Red Street.

This made Fernandez, as the captain, very dissatisfied - a normal, healthy and normal man, and his deputy.

He refused the invitation repeatedly.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Roland, but that he was too lonely and had some fake, non-existent bottom line.

He wanted to see Roland panic, which would probably make him laugh for the whole year.

Fonseca House.

The name of this building.

The woman who entertained Roland and Fernandez was named Gilles Fonseca.

Everything is clear.

She has a head of golden hair that shouldn't be sacred here, winding down on both sides of her equally sacred body. She has thin eyebrows, big and bright brown eyes, a slightly round nose and upturned lips, which always give people the illusion of waiting to be kissed.

She did not have the curves that were worth discussing like other courtesans, and she was self-aware enough to avoid styles that required exposing her body to appear beautiful.

When she entered the room, she took off her soft shoes first, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and her skirt folds covered her ripe lychee-colored toenails.

Then he stroked Fernandez's coat with his fingers.

"It's raining, Devinson."

Instead of showing joy at being visited, he gently reproached her. He quickly entered the room, heated up the fire, and took off two thin blankets from the edge of the bed, handing them to Fernandez and Roland respectively.

It was as if I had known Roland for a long time.

"My friend, Roland Collins."

Fernandez kissed her and introduced her.

"Certainly, Mr. Collins. I have often heard Devinsson speak of you almost to the heavens."

She didn't seem like a well-trained servant, but more leisurely like a true lover. After filling up the wine that had been prepared long ago, she found a corner by herself - the piano in the corner.

It was not much different from what Roland had heard at the Ilet Art Association.

At least he himself couldn't tell who was better.

"How is it?" Fernandez noticed Roland's surprise and couldn't help but feel proud: "Country boy."

Roland silently took a still hot French fry from the small bamboo frame on the coffee table and put it into his mouth: "You didn't tell me that you found a 'mother'..."

Mother does not refer to age, but to identity.

"Don't use your dirty and vulgar mind to speculate about the relationship between Giles and me."

Fernandez curled his lips: "She is a good woman, unlike other liars. If you have met her, you will know that she is different from others..."

Roland believes that everyone is different from everyone else.

This is not an 'advantage'.

"So, every time you come here, you explore how different she is from everyone else?"

Fernandez chuckled twice and lowered his voice: "Only when you become a man can you understand. Giles has several sisters. Do you plan to--"

"I have no money, Fernandez."

"My treat."

"I'm not a man, Fernandez."

Fernandez: ...

"Don't be so disappointing," the captain rubbed his red nose and told Roland mysteriously, "I never have to spend a penny."

Because of him, the House of Fonseca never paid taxes to those black vultures.

No policeman dared to come in and say, "If you don't pay, we'll compensate you somewhere else" - there were people like this who were blind, but later they became toothless.

"Thank you for adding a new dimension to the infamous Burners."

"You're welcome."

of course.

This is partly due to Fernandez, but also partly due to the House of Fonseca.

Those themed brothels are the real target of the police: there are many customers, and the ages of the daughters 'raised' by each mother vary greatly - in addition to some popular themes that will never get sick, for the sake of cleanliness, the mothers will also provide brand new goods of younger age to those gentlemen with money in their pockets.

Once confirmed, chloroform anesthesia was used to make the process less painful—or struggling.

Only three to five pounds.

Fonseca House is not like that. There are too few girls here, and most of the business is long-term rental, serving those nobles or politicians with minor status. The police don't want to provoke these "wise women" who talk about art but not about people's livelihood.

Now, their mother has found an executive officer as her lover. There is no need to come at all.

"Don't get involved with those bookstores recently. You should know what I mean - if you have a friend who runs a bookstore, stay away from him."

Fernandez suddenly mentioned this.

"In the newspaper. You know what happened, don't you?"

"A blasphemer." Roland took a sip, and the strong wine burned on the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, you think he blasphemed," Fernandez smiled, adding a hint of inquiry in his words: "Aren't you curious why the Inquisition remained silent on this?"

"Aren't we 'taking refuge' with the Queen?" Roland looked surprised. "Obviously, the fact that 'it's not God's creation' is more beneficial to our Majesty."

Fernandez's expression was as surprised as Roland's.

It was like seeing a woman with three nipples.

"Have you been studying secretly lately?"

Roland: ...

He joked a few times, and his tone suddenly became a little gloomy: "So, do you think what he said makes sense?"

"That Mr. Darwin?"

"Ah."

"This is not a question a devout believer, a blade beneath the throne, should ask, Fernandez."

"Just a hypothesis, a hypothesis," Fernandez leaned back and looked at the woman who was concentrating on playing music not far away: "Suppose what he said is true... God is above, that would be too incredible..."

How can humans be like other animals?

They are born superior and should never and cannot have a period of lowly struggle like pigs, dogs, cows and sheep.

Fernandez didn't want to get any real answers from Roland, but this book that came out recently made too many people upset - speaking of which, there's a funny thing.

Among all the Crown God sects, only the Holy Cross advocates "God's creation" and states this in its doctrine.

The fierce conflicts created by 'evolution theory' are not difficult to foresee.

But there is another sect that is also expressing its dissatisfaction.

"You'll never guess," Fernandez raised his eyebrows, "The Great Whirlpool. A Great Whirlpool ritualist smashed a bookstore last night, along with the owner of the bookstore. When the people from the Supervisory Bureau arrived, the ruins were full of vines..."

Big whirlpool?
"They should support it more?" Roland was puzzled. The Great Whirlpool was closer to nature than any other sect. Although the Tree Mother and the Beast Fang had some minor differences in their understanding of 'nature' and 'life', in general, their consistent arguments were:
All things are equal.

No?
Even if one party takes action to demonstrate equality, while the other party uses indifference.

"They can't accept it, Roland. Those hypocritical plant-brains can't accept it," Fernandez drank the wine in one gulp and said sarcastically, "All things are equal under themselves, Roland. I've said it before, when you have too much contact with these people, you will know how hypocritical they are..."

"Equality is only under the self, but if I were to participate in this 'equality'..."

"how is this possible?"

Just like Fernandez, just like the citizens who grew up listening to the Sutra of Eden.

These people who live close to nature are even more disgusted and even hate the author of this book - because if he were to spread it widely (which it already is), it would make one of the teachings of the Great Vortex seem particularly humorous:
We are Eve's eldest sons, and we must treat our brothers and sisters equally in body and soul.

All the condescending "help" and "preaching" turned into ridicule after the appearance of this book that almost overturned traditional biological concepts.

Now, you are truly equal.

"Some activists in the Maelstrom... I mean, those in the Tree Mother faction, they are even angrier than the priests in the church."

Roland nodded slightly.

Can understand.

For those who believe in the Father of All Things and firmly believe in "God's creation", they can completely deny it without careful study: from the beginning to the end, human beings are created by the Father of All Things. Just like the sun, the moon, the earth, the sky, the mountains and the ocean...

Are we the same as animals?
Before anger, there is ridicule.

The Maelstrom is different.

As Fernandez said: equality lies below the self.

Eve's eldest son...

We should be more special than any other creature - now, we are no different from cows, sheep and wild dogs?

"I heard that the old guys in the institute have fought several times..."

Fernandez couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene.

(End of this chapter)