The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 689 Ch.688 Lady Blade

“…Why do you always encounter this kind of thing?”

"Maybe I'm a cultist in secret. All the cases I've encountered were committed by me."

Fernandez glanced at Roland and said, "You'd better. When the time comes, I'll twist your head off and put it in my eyes."

The executive's catchphrase is often: Twist your head off.

Follow their chief judge.

"So, Shandel is waiting for Crow?" Fernandez frowned. "It seems that Crow is handling some case and has gone to a far place. He can't come back."

"Maybe he asked the bishop for help."

"Yeah…"

Fernandez thought for a moment and said, "If Shandel Kratov takes over, I won't have to ask my friends for help. You know, those who are interested in great arts like "Organology" usually come from the "Ring of Eternal Silence" - there aren't that many "freaks" in the Inquisition."

Fernandez would mock the Crow whenever he found an opportunity, whether others were present or not.

Roland was used to it.

"Besides, your judgment is correct."

The captain softened his tone and praised Roland.

"Organology is indeed proficient in anatomy, and to some extent, it is also a great art that best understands the human body. But I think if the bishop takes action, he only needs to send a high-level "saint" and a doctor who can use pliers, tweezers and needle and thread to solve it..."

Fernandez thought about it again and again, and finally felt relieved.

The surname Kratov has the power to solve troubles.

"Think about the academy, Roland. This is a huge problem. Those bastards might have spread that stuff everywhere..."

The most troublesome thing is.

How to deal with these "children"——

It was no big deal for the executive officer to shout "heretics" and burn a sailor or a female worker to death.

Even their families and children are involved.

But the scope of the case now exceeded the bailiff's "burning" standards - they couldn't rush into the academy with their brothers and sisters, pull out a dozen (or more) children, tie them to the rack and burn them to death.

Fernandez didn't want to cause trouble for Enid because of this matter.

no doubt.

If they dare to do so, the old ruffians from the secret party or the church will add fuel to the flames and let the ignorant citizens start another "great and just" parade.

By then, not only Enid, but also the person they rely on will be in trouble.

Fernandez hastily put on his coat, walked out the door like the wind, and headed straight for the presiding judge's office...

A few minutes later, it came back like the wind.

A bitter face.

Roland made himself a cup of coffee and asked him with a smile what the result was.

"… Lady Enid said, let's rush in and tear their heads off one by one."

"good idea."

"Good..." Fernandez endured again and again, but he didn't dare to blaspheme the lady who often broke people's limbs. He glanced at the coffee in Roland's hand and asked, "Are you still in the mood to drink?"

"Enid doesn't care about such trivial matters, Mr. De Winson. A mature captain should learn to make decisions."

"You'd better call her Enid 'My Lord.'"

Fernandez warned Roland sinisterly that if he continued to be so reckless, he should not cry if his limbs were broken one day.

"I never will."

"Ha, I'm looking forward to the day when I meet you."

He snorted, glanced at the closed door, and winked: "Didn't Deloz write to you?"

"Neither of you really cares about the lives of those people."

"Miss Deloz may be very——"

Roland replied nonchalantly, then suddenly asked.

"Fernandez."

"Ok?"

"Deloitte Fonseca seemed to have said that she was attending... Queen's College, right?"

Fernandez was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I don't remember."

"In front of you, Fernandez, you couldn't have failed to hear it."

Fernandez remembered what Giles liked to eat, drink, what flowers she liked, what color dresses she wore, what style of jewelry she wore - and, her size.

School?

What does that have to do with him.

"Just remember it."

Fernandez looked away and scratched his cheek awkwardly: "Anyway, we have to find a way to check them one by one... How about being more direct?" "What's the reason?"

"Routine inspection by the executive officer."

"You think those old pedants will let us in?"

Fernandez was a little annoyed: "We have to take action first. Roland, this case is too big. It is beyond the ability of our small team to handle it. I will notify Peter Heller and Blade."

"Lady Blade?"

Hearing Roland's hesitant tone, Fernandez laughed.

"I knew you didn't like her."

"It's not that I don't like it, Fernandez. There's something about that lady..."

"enthusiasm?"

"Too much enthusiasm."

Roland still remembers the first time he met his brothers and sisters from the Inquisition.

Most of the young executive officers took an attitude of "competing" with him - after all, no one could face a formal ritualist as an apprentice and win.

Note, it’s not about surviving, but about winning.

"If I were to rely on a woman to achieve victory, I would rather die."

Many people say this.

But the older generation of executives was different.

Just like the lady who trims the robes.

Roland, Peter Heller, and the lady got along very well when they met for the first time.

Because the former is a gentle old gentleman, and he has a diligent and studious apprentice (now the number one fan of Roland Collins).

the latter…

It can only be said that she did not give Roland the opportunity to refuse.

'Boy, do you want me to teach you a lesson?'

This was the first sentence she said after seeing Roland.

Fernandez almost died of laughter.

"She's a nice person, just a little rude."

Roland squinted his eyes: "We may have different understandings of 'rude', Captain."

Since Blade did not belong to Fernandez's team, as the captain he was in charge of a remote area, and later he rarely met Roland.

But whenever it comes to this, Roland always thinks of this sentence.

She is like a crow.

They all belong to the group of people with no name.

She calls herself Blade, and many people also call her 'Cigarette' or 'Scar' - it doesn't matter, whether your code name is nice or not depends on the mood of the person who calls it.

Especially in the courtroom.

"Take action, Roland. I will contact Giles and have her sister take you into the academy. Find a way, a way, to contact that bad boy gang and see how many people are contaminated."

Fernandez wasn't worried about sneaking in. Even without Roland, he could sneak in quietly during the day...

The trouble comes afterward.

knock knock.

There's someone outside the door.

Without waiting for Fernandez to speak, the other party simply unscrewed the door and walked in.

"There's no need to knock if you won't wait for me to speak."

"Knocking on the door is to remind you that it's time to pull up your pants."

The woman holding the cigarette had beautiful long dark brown hair, which was tied back behind her head without any embellishment and fell to her waist.

The deep scar luckily avoided the eyeball and went through the entire face from the corner of the eye.

She was dressed in black clerical clothing and looked as strong as Fernandez.

"Good night, Collins. Your nasty captain didn't do anything to you?"

Roland: ...

Fernandez: "What else can I do to him?"

"Who knows?" The woman held up her cigarette unscrupulously and blew away the ash like snow. "Collins is so handsome, with amber eyes, broad shoulders, and a strong waist. Haven't you secretly admired his fingers and wrist bones? Put your hands on the table, Fernandez."

Fernandez: ...

To be honest, he couldn't handle this rude woman.

(End of this chapter)