The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 701 Ch.700 The Destiny of the Times
Uncover Chettenham's bad boy gang by interrogating (guiding) students from Queen's College.

Not long after, the group hurriedly merged into the night and drove towards the boys' school that was silent in the mist.

This time, without the 'thugs', the executive officers played the role of the thugs.

Fernandez and Blade were more focused on questioning and studying the aliens they had heard about, so the task of arresting Chettenham fell on Peter Heller, Roland and a group of hastily recalled executives.

And York.

This young boy is about to have his ring-raising ceremony.

He's quite a talented kid.

"If it weren't for York, I would have planned to stop taking apprentices. I talked to Lady Judia, and she was right." In the carriage, Peter Heller revealed to Roland a conversation he had with Enid a few years ago.

"She said that sooner or later I would encounter an exception."

"Obviously our York is talented enough." Roland winked at York, who raised the corner of his mouth and straightened his back like his mentor, meticulously.

"No," the old man shook his head, "there are never many people with real talent."

He said.

"The Inquisition often conducts tests again and again to confirm whether a person's faith is sincere, whether he possesses the trait of 'coldness', and whether the fire of his soul is strong."

"But, Roland, this is only the 'talent' of an executor, not the 'talent' of a ritualist."

He tapped his knees, and when he stared at Roland, it was as if he was looking at another person.

"I originally thought that Keshhai was the one who had the best chance of achieving immortality. Later, I thought about it..."

"About ten years ago."

"Lady Enid Jutia showed a different 'face' than before - at that time, I thought that she was the one who could truly lead the Inquisition forward..."

Until Roland Collins and Cinderella Kratov came along.

of course.

He wouldn't actually say that.

Compared to Roland and Shandel, no one was good enough - including his apprentice York.

In less than a year, I went from being a mortal touching the mysteries, manifesting the arcane triangle in my palm, becoming a formal ritualist, facing the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh, and surviving the Bristol Hell Massacre...

Lots and lots of them.

Genius is one thing.

Destiny is another aspect.

The further one goes on the road of mystery, the more one believes in fate - it cannot be modified artificially. The saying that 'the ritualists on the road of "fate" play with fate' is actually just a part of the meshing of the gears of this world.

Just like Saint Delis.

In every era, there will be people who are needed by the world.

——Peter Heller did not think that his guess was completely correct, but he had lived for so long, and everything he had experienced finally fit in perfectly and became a link in those countless huge gears.

It's awe-inspiring, but also terrifying.

"I don't know what path you are on, Roland. But I hope that you can stick to your ideals until death, and not deviate or change them because of anyone."

Peter Heller made people feel comfortable no matter how he spoke, and this was not just due to his appearance.

"Even if it goes against the truth."

“Not only the truth, Roland,” the old gentleman smiled with wrinkles, as if he saw through the monster hidden behind Roland’s words: “Even if it goes against the teachings of the Inquisition, the teachings of the Holy Cross, or the teachings of most sects in this world - only those who stick to their own principles are worthy of respect.”

"Just like I never ridicule cultists like Devinsun or Blade. I don't think there is anything wrong with their thoughts and beliefs. It's just that, in front of me, they must be reduced to ashes."

What Peter Heller values ​​is not belief, but stance.

"There are many blasphemers in the Inquisition."
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indeed.
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I'm afraid that few of those who have been able to stay here for ten years have a good impression of the church.

"I mean the gods."
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Doesn't the church represent the gods? "I'll leave this question for you to think about after class, little boy."

"Let's talk about something light-hearted. I don't want to take my apprentice to talk about such a heavy topic with another gentleman who is a hundred times more handsome than I was when I was young." Mr. Heller turned around with a smile in his eyes and found that his apprentice was looking at Roland with full longing.

He is very happy.

York's admiration was correct.

There was something strange and anachronistic about Roland Collins.

He has seen such people.

But Roland is more special than that.

"When do you plan to upgrade your ring?"

"Plan?" Roland chewed on the word and said in surprise: "I plan to level up one level every day this week."

Peter Heller smiled indifferently and said, "I won't ask about your plan, but I want to remind you, Roland. If you are lucky enough to reach the Fourth Ring, you must start to be careful of the blades around you."

Roland immediately became serious: "You mean Ms. Blade wants to harm me."

Peter Heller: …

The apprentice nearby began to snicker.

Seeing that the instructor didn't say anything, he waited for a while, then started laughing unrestrainedly again.

"I mean, the 'blades' around me, the blades, the bullets in the shadows. I can hardly imagine you talking to Lady Jutia like that... You did, didn't you?"

"He mainly likes to silence the other person."

Roland turned his head to avoid the flaming words that were chasing him everywhere: "Are you saying that I'm going to be 'famous'?"

“If you can get to the Fourth Ring Road, you will.”

Peter Heller nodded.

"No one is willing to offend Enid Jutia for a second- or third-ring little ritualist - provided that he does not continue to move up... Obviously, you will not let them have their way. So I hope you can make some preparations in advance before you reach the fourth ring."

The old gentleman rubbed his palms carefully and spoke slowly:
"For example, some rare items that can help you survive in the hands of high-level people; rare secret organs that have the ability to kill enemies across levels; invisible techniques that are extremely risky and costly, but also bring unpredictable power; some secular authority, and mysterious connections—"

"On this point, you can ask your captain for advice."

"The socialite of our Inquisition."

Peter Heller joked: "He's more talented than any of us at this."

It is not uncommon for a ritualist to rise continuously in a short period of time.

Even though the ritualists are few and far between, the world is too big.

There are always some people who are called "geniuses" who can break the common cognition one after another and always make surprising moves - whether they are mortals living in the waking world or ritualists who set foot in the sleeping world.

But most "geniuses" would not compress the climbing time into one year like Roland did.

This is no longer in the realm of genius.

It's weird.

Dealing with weirdness is another matter altogether.

For example, if Roland dared to punch the old gentleman in front of him now, the other party would immediately notice that he had completed the second step of the "Sword of Judgment" - or his second ring, the second ring of the non-Crown God, which possessed power comparable to the "Sword of Judgment" of the Great Ritual.

is it possible?

"I'll consider what you say, Mr. Heller. But... the Inquisition is my home, and it always will be, right?"

Peter Heller blinked and said something rebellious with deep meaning: "If you ask me, I would only suggest that you treat Ms. Enid Jutia as a family member. As for the other 'brothers and sisters' - Roland, family members sometimes have their own positions..."

Little York scratched his forehead, looked at his tutor, then looked at Roland, and gradually began to not understand.

(End of this chapter)