The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 699 Ch.698 College Director

When Fernandez, Roland, Peter Heller and Blade arrived at the college, they saw a half-collapsed apartment.

Even at night, the college is brightly lit.

Students, teachers, nuns, everyone looked out by the light, waiting for the carriage to stop and Fernandez to open the door.

The thick leather boots landed heavily in the mud.

There were gasps of varying degrees of intensity all around.

'You see, I told you...'

'They really seem to have grown up eating human flesh...'

"That's ridiculous! It's impossible to be so strong without eating human flesh..."

Many people were not worried about the mob returning, but took this opportunity to see the appearance of the "legendary" Black Crow - the Executor.

Fernandez's appearance made them satisfied.

This is what cannibalism should be like.

Next, Peter Heller was not so 'surprising'.

It is not uncommon to see elegant and calm gentlemen.

Same thing with York.

And when it came to Roland, the extinguished cry came towards him again.

"I think I heard from a friend..."

'I think I'm in love with her, Sally...'

'who is he? '

'Look at his eyes!'

The discussion and the rustling sound of cloth-soled shoes rubbing against gravel amused the blade that came down later for a long time. She patted Roland's shoulder, lit a life-saving cigarette for herself, and said something dirty while puffing out smoke:

"Do you hear the rubbing of cloth, Collins?"

"I think the most necessary thing for the college to do right now is to teach the physiology of men and women - you will be the teacher. When the time comes, the college will have an extra well..."

Blade squinted his eyes: "Don't tell me you're different from other men and don't like these things."

Roland, leaning on his cane, also said in a nonsensical tone: "That depends on how much these ladies in the desert pay to hire me."

"If I were a student, I would donate one hundred pounds."

"You don't have to. Don't you know where Fernandez's office is?"

"I don't dare go, Roland. Your captain always sneaks a peek at me. If I go into the house wearing socks that have been stuffy for a few days, I have to come out barefoot."

The 'sneaky' captain in front suddenly turned around and glared at the two idiots who acted inappropriately in the right situation.

The look probably meant: shut up.

The person in charge who came over was obviously capable. He held an oil lamp, his face unchanged, and followed Fernandez quietly as if he was deaf. When he bowed slightly, the moonlight reflected from his head.

"…So what you mean is that Fernandez likes to be bored for a few days-"

"Roland," the captain in front of him interrupted the deputy who was about to start a scolding and called his name, "Come to my side."

Peter Heller and his apprentice stood aside in silence.

York gave Roland a look.

'You are so brave!'

As they passed each other, Roland saw that the always elegant old gentleman also secretly gave him a thumbs up.
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Who are the people in the court?

"Look at yourself before you talk about others."

"…We are sleeping and resting. Sir, yes, yes, you are right. The patrol will know if there is any movement - it means they are here to rob, if not murder! Yes! Maybe it is someone's…enemy among us? It is murder!"

The man in charge was in a state of panic. He was too eager and too ignorant. He wanted Fernandez to close the case, so he could coax them away, inform the police from Scotland Yard, and start a campaign that was as useful as a fat old gentleman looking for his key acorn, but would never work.

In a way, those policemen are not much different from Acorn.

Mainly used for decoration.

and excretion. "Murder or robbery? You don't need to judge. This—what should I call you?" Fernandez narrowed his eyes and patrolled the square like a hawk through the night. Those who were stared at by him either lowered their heads to avoid him, or stared at him stiffly for a few seconds and then pretended to look away.

The person in charge whispered his name, and Roland didn't want to bother remembering it. Anyway, he was specially sent by the Queen to be in charge of this academy... or something like that...

The title is long.

As long as his long, hairless life.

"You said you saw a 'robber'. Who was it?"

Fernandez put one hand on his waist and took a few more steps toward the ruins.

“…No, no! Sir! We are just a small trouble, a small case caused by a stupid thief! Sir! First—Ouch! Sir!”

He couldn't stop Fernandez, and like an old sparrow whose wife didn't want him, he flapped his dry and brittle wings left and right on the ground, chasing Fernandez.

He usually had to take several steps to match Fernandez's one step.

The funny behavior caused laughter all around.

The look he showed towards the 'man-eating beast' also softened a lot.

"Don't try to change their minds."

Ms. Blade seemed to "guess" Roland's thoughts, or in other words, most young people who aspire to join the Inquisition have thought about it and tried to intervene and change it.

However, the result is what it looks like today.

Nothing changes.

"No matter what kind of clothes people wear, they are always stupid. Especially these low-level wild dogs who are often fooled by newspapers, rumors, government orders and conspiracies in the upper circles. If someone wants them to laugh, they laugh; if someone wants them to cry, they cry."

"Thinking about who they hate and who they love is easier than training a hound."

Blade sucked the cigarette dry in one gulp, spat it into the mud, and immediately lit another one.

"Their love and hate are a business, Collins."

In fact, Blade didn't need to say these words to Roland.

Because he had indeed seen it.

In the workhouse, anyone who stood up and talked back to the directors never received support from anyone.

Because everyone knows...

"I remember you have entered the high ring?"

"Yes."

"Why…"

"Why does Fernandez have to come forward?" Blade turned his head and smiled at Peter Heller.

In this regard, they have a common understanding.

"Because your captain is too keen on 'socializing' - not only the Inquisition, but even the 'Ring of Eternal Silence' and the 'Maelstrom' have his 'loyal and reliable' friends. For those of us 'monsters' who have become accustomed to taking action, it is not easy to have a colleague who is good at this."

"I think he likes it that way, too."

The brown-haired woman tilted her head and pointed vaguely at the broad back.

"Look at his right hand. Isn't it much stronger than his left? I guess he talks to himself when he is enjoying himself alone."

Peter Heller: "Blade, there are children here."

"I'm afraid your 'child' has already..." The woman jokingly shifted her eyes to York - the ignorant boy straightened his hat and bowed to her like a little gentleman.

This immediately made the woman lose interest.

Turn your gaze back to Roland.

"No need to talk, ma'am. If I continue talking to you, I'll be at the training ground tomorrow to get beaten up."

"That's rude," Blade raised his eyebrow and said temptingly, "Do it here. I never touch my adjutant."

Roland looked disappointed: "What's the point of that?"

The woman laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

(End of this chapter)