The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 700 Ch.699 Feeling Lost (make up for yesterday's hehe)
As for who encountered the 'thugs', this requires mentioning a familiar person.

Miss Alice.

The shoemaker's daughter.

Fernandez did not move to the so-called 'office' or a 'quieter place for conversation', but was right there in the square, in front of all the teachers and students.

Alice was pushed out of the crowd by several girls. She staggered a few steps and almost fell to her knees.

Roland stepped forward and supported her.

"Alice?!"

He called out the other person's name in a low voice in surprise, and the sound could probably be heard by half of the square.

"My neighbor?! Miss Alice?!"

Blade, holding a cigarette in his mouth from behind, nudged Peter Heller with his elbow.

"See, after we die, the Inquisition won't be much worse. A little wolf."

Peter Heller smiled but said nothing.

—The executive officer and the students here are neighbors?!

Or the girl involved in the case? !

The person in charge, with cold sweat on his head, began to take out a handkerchief from his pocket tremblingly.

The evening breeze passed.

The head is like being rushed in a violent storm.

"…Roland."

Alice was timid and kept her head down, not daring to look at Roland.

The girl, who felt guilty, could not face her "knight" - she followed her father's words, grew up as quickly as possible, stayed away from those "dangerous" people, went to school, learned to read and practiced sewing, and when she was older, she would marry a good family...

'When will you come to see me, Mr. Knight?' - In the end, she and her father broke their appointment.

Fernandez tapped Roland on the shoulder and stepped past him.

"Tell me, child. What did you see tonight? I have to remind you that if you lie to me, you may pay a heavier price than you can imagine..."

It's not a danger, it's just a statement.

Fernandez bent one leg, knelt in the mud, and looked at the timid girl straight in the eye.

"Tell me what you saw."

Alice bit her lip.

Before these gentlemen in black uniforms came, they warned her not to say too much that might cause trouble.

but…

Alice glanced at Roland over Fernandez's shoulder.

The other person was holding the handle of the staff with his hands folded, smiling at her.

“…I saw a man wearing a mask.”

crunch.

The person in charge's leather shoe uttered a wail - replacing its owner's heart.

"very good."

Fernandez nodded, his voice gentle:

"continue."

Alice glanced at Roland again, as if she had received encouragement: "...I was washing clothes in the bathroom. At that time, several girls surrounded me and insisted on soaking me in the dung bucket. The masked man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a cat..."

She described Rose as best she could using the words she had learned.

And her ominous sheep bone mask.

"The masked man beat them up, made a 'hush' gesture to me, and ran away in the blink of an eye..."

"Ten minutes later, I was still washing clothes when I heard the explosion."

well.

Fernandez was satisfied.

He slowly stood up, brushed his knees, and looked at the sweaty person in charge with an expressionless face.

His head was so bright that it looked as if he had gone to a red-light district to buy a whole board of candles just to have the prostitutes put a layer of wax on him.

"…Sir, sir! Then this is a cult! I knew it! I asked her to tell you the truth, to tell the sword of the great Father God! The Agent! Do you know? Every morning when I pray, I mention the Holy Lady of the Cross, the Executioner who comes and goes from fire—"

"Why don't we talk business?" Fernandez interrupted him softly, "Now, sir, we suspect that in addition to the explosion, there are cultists who have infiltrated the group of students or tutors."

The person in charge was furious.

"You...you can't..."

He first pleaded, then begged, and finally, almost melted in front of them.

"You really can't..."

Of course they can. And it is the only and best way.

Although Enid Judya chose the royal party, the supreme fat lady was too stupid in this matter - if you want a reputation, make sure it is clean and neat. There are many people who have done justice but were despised, which shows that their majesties have not learned any lessons from it.

If the Inquisition sits back and does nothing, and the 'Pearl' continues to spread and causes a big disaster, the one who will suffer after tracing the source will be the one on the throne.

By then, things will really be out of control.

This is the best way to deal with it right now.

Cut at the fastest speed.

"Apparently I can."

Fernandez patted the holster on his waist and began to direct the students and teachers in the square.

Roland noticed that Mr. Babbage was among them.

He was scratching his head impatiently, standing next to Droz Fonseca - the blonde girl had been staring at him from the beginning, and until now, she had never taken her eyes off him for a moment.

Roland thought about it, greeted Fernandez, and walked towards her.

But his hand was pulled.

It's Alice.

"…Roland."

The girl had grown a lot in these days. She could tell that Roland had just helped her - no one would dare to bully her in her future college life.

"What's wrong, my princess?"

These words made the girl's dull eyes gradually brighten, just like the dull silk on the black-haired young man's head, which was illuminated by the sun that never slept all night and had many holes in it.

"…Mr. Knight?"

"Yes, do I have another name? Alice?"

The girl didn't know what attitude she should use to "apologize" - in fact, she had not grown up yet, and had not learned how to apply layer after layer of oil on her face, or how to put shame and conscience on the scale to compete with interests.

Because she hadn't grown up, she was at a loss.

Roland simply ruffled her greasy hair and leaned over to kiss her between the eyebrows.

"Go, my sister."

His voice became 'broad' again.

"Go ahead. If you're in any danger again, the Inquisition will be watching you."

He nudged Alice, who was in a daze, and after a nod of greeting, he picked up his cane without looking back, his black hair swaying as he disappeared in the dim light through the holes in the crepe.

The girl stretched out her hand and grabbed his back.

Nothing at all.

…………

……

"Very impressive, Mr. Collins."

Deloz, who witnessed the whole thing, made a joke. To be honest, she also felt that Roland, who stood up to speak for his friend, was simply crazy - but the mentor's mentor was present, so she had to maintain her usual style...

She stopped and looked around until Roland came closer, then she knelt slightly and asked him in a low voice whether he had encountered the madman and whether he was injured.

"That's for me to ask you, Miss Fonseca."

"Call me Deloz, I told you," she glared at Roland, not remembering at all that she had said to someone the day before, "Please call me Miss Fonseca," "Me? Of course I'm safe, Mr. Collins. As soon as I heard the explosion, I put on my clothes -"

Her voice was not loud, but she could not avoid Babbage who was standing beside her.

"In fact, I am just your mentor's mentor, Miss Fonseca. I hope you will make good use of your wisdom and charm, and maintain proper respect and decency in front of certain people - I mean, myself."

Babbage tightened his collar, unlike the others who shunned the bailiff's uniform.

"When can we leave?"

He looked at Roland.

"I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Babbage, Charles Babbage. I'm the mentor of Miss Deloz Fonseca's mentor. Theoretically, there's nothing wrong with her calling me teacher... I mean in theory. In reality, the knowledge she gets from me is not as much as the social skills she learns from the girls around her - by the way, what's your name?"

A familiar long sentence.

"I am Collins, Roland Collins. I have heard of you, sir."

Roland bowed slightly, which was rare. "You are a scholar with great knowledge and have received many government grants. The Society for the Advancement of Science you founded does not seem to exclude women like other academic organizations."

Babbage was stunned. He didn't expect to hear the word "academic" mentioned by a dark-skinned person.

"…In fact, not only do we not exclude, we encourage members of the association to bring their wives, daughters and sisters to participate - we do not exclude men or women, Mr. Collins."

He said.

“We exclude stupid people.”

"In my opinion, this is often more accurate and convenient than judging whether a person will mistake a pocket watch for a butter biscuit by gender, identity, status or ancestry."

Perhaps he had not rested enough, his eyes were bloodshot. After staring at Roland for a long while, he suddenly said:
"Have I seen you somewhere before?"

(End of this chapter)