The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 702: Peter Heller's Path

The search and arrest at Chettenham was simpler and more troublesome than that at Queen's College.

The simple thing is that they 'learned' from the girl that the addictive pearl-shaped alien species could have countless excuses to carry out their mission.

The trouble is.

Chettenham is a boys' school.

When Roland punched the gatekeeper down, it was a foreshadowing of the trouble that would arise later in this mission.

Peter Heller was somewhat dissatisfied with Roland's methods.

No.

It's not dissatisfaction either.

It was a kind of "dissatisfaction" of a teaching nature similar to the way Fernandez initially treated Roland - if he was regarded as a mentor, then the attitude would be completely the same.

"You can't always be so gentle, Roland."

gentle?

"Ten years ago, during the heyday of the Inquisition, the Executors never wielded more than their fists."

As he spoke, he led the two 'children' and other executive officers inside (in his eyes, Roland and York were both children), passed the knocked-out gatekeeper, gently broke the chain, and pushed open the door.

With the creaking sound, and other gatekeepers fled in panic.

soon.

The academy was in an uproar.

Bean-sized flames were lit one by one, there were noisy shouting, dirty water pouring down from the windows, people booing and cursing, and there was even a bad boy who hid a horn in the bedroom and took advantage of the chaos to blow it desperately.

——These children have no idea what is happening.

But it was lively.

They want to make the excitement even more lively.

The school administrators led the servants to stop them one by one. It was like you only had one food bowl but raised twenty cats, and you had to waste the whole afternoon on the action of 'moving the cats away' - they couldn't manage it at all.

Less than ten minutes.

There were people rushing out of their flats and down to the fountain - that was the advantage of Cheltenham over Queen's.

In addition to having more affluent students, they are also willing to spend a lot of money on environmental construction.

At least they were willing to spend the money to build the fountain instead of hiring male teachers to have female students perform it on the spot.

The head of Chettenham was a tall and thin man, with a nose that took up most of his face, the rest being divided equally between his eyes and mouth.

Her gray hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, she wore a woolen coat hastily, and was holding an oil lamp.

There were many students following behind him who were joining in the fun.

"…Thank you, sir! You don't look like a robber. Do you really want me to ask you 'what can I do for you' under such circumstances?"

The gatekeeper ran over, walked around Heller, and whispered something in his ear.

The gray-haired person in charge felt something was wrong the more he listened, and he couldn't help but be more cautious in his words: "May I ask your name?"

"Peter Heller, Inquisitorial Executor."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the same gasps as at Queen's College.

The difference is that there are also many whispers of ridicule and disdain - the so-called 'man-eating monster' is widely circulated, but after meeting it in person, we find that it looks like this?

"Eat a human!"

A child was shouting in the crowd.

"Eat someone and show us!"

There was laughter all around.

"Two pounds for you!"

Someone else answered the call from the other end.

"I'll give you three pounds!"

Peter Heller still looked elegant and gentle, but in the firelight, some shadows began to twist and shake.

suddenly.

A boy jumped out from the crowd.

That was the kid who just shouted 'Eat a man' and 'Two pounds for you'.

He jumped out, staggering stiffly like a corpse buried for two hundred years, and then, with a panic-stricken face, he shouted "No! It's not me" and went straight to the other end of the crowd.

Go to the boy who said 'I'll give you three pounds'.

He pulled his arms back.

He punched the other person in the face.

——The "Iron Cavalry" of the "Hand of Dissension" is particularly famous. It is the best defender and the best attacker.

But the other side of the "Iron Cavalry" is rarely mentioned.

Because war not only comes from head-on confrontations, but also arises from one conspiracy hidden in the shadows.

"assassin".

Able to manipulate and harm enemies through shadows, temporarily sew living creatures together, penetrate the mind, mislead targets, and confuse cognition.

If the "Iron Cavalry" is the result of the dispute, then the "Assassin" is the cause of the dispute.

"What are you playing at!"

The head of Chettenham was obviously more responsible and courageous than the head of Queen's College. He pushed away the servants and students who were pulling him and walked straight to Peter Heller. In the light of the fire, he could almost see the brown spots on both sides of his nose.

"What do you want to do to my students! Black Crow!"

Peter Heller snapped his fingers.

The two boys who had beaten each other black and blue instantly lost their temper and collapsed on the stone slab like girls whose promises had been fulfilled in advance by men.

"A gang of cultists has attacked Queen's College, young gentlemen."

Peter Heller said as he turned to the students who were watching.

"What's interesting is that we found something special in the ears of these girls, something that shouldn't be in their ears..." He squinted his eyes and observed the faces that were either nervous or surprised: "Most people said that they were bought from a man named Thomas Harvey..."

Peter Heller's calm voice echoed loudly in the square.

"Well, can you tell me who Thomas Harvey is?"

"Thomas Harvey!"

"Who is Thomas Harvey!"

The boys pushed and shoved.

The high concentration of dignity coming from young blood prevents the deputy leader from hiding behind his men.

He spat, cursed, pushed aside shoulders, and squeezed out of the crowd. Roland noticed that there was a bulge on his waist, which was a weapon.

"very good."

Peter Heller smiled at him.

Roland understood that this was definitely not gentleness and elegance.

That was contempt from a high position. Compared to what Blade and Fernandez did, Peter Heller didn't even think he should show his true face to these mortals - this was undoubtedly a higher level of contempt.

"Very good? You use this shameless magic to manipulate my friend? What's your name? Old man?" Thomas Harvey swallowed. Perhaps it was the crowd of people behind him who kept instigating and shouting that gave him the courage to face the ritualist, or perhaps it was the pistol on his waist.

All in all, it's a good opportunity.

As long as he gives this guy a hard blow in public.

His reputation, Thomas Harvey, has become extraordinary since then.

He is more suitable to be the leader of the gang than Anchel, who is cowering at home and dare not show up.

Think so.

He was prepared to do so.

Imitating his father's movements when hunting, and the 'drawing' techniques he learned in the streets, among phlegm and urine, he lifted his shirt, stumbled over the handle of the gun, and tried to raise it and aim it at the man in front of him -

During this process, he heard louder shouts.

His sight turned around, then around again, and after a few seconds, it hit the stone slab.

He saw his new pair of leather shoes.

“How dare you—!!”

The person in charge spoke sharply, and the blood from the cut on his neck splashed all over his face. He almost fainted, took a few steps back, and fell into the arms of the student.

——Peter Heller just raised his right hand and made a 'scissors' gesture...

Then, a few cuts.

The shadows are sharp as knives.

Bang.

A headless body fell down.

"Gentlemen, I remind you that you'd better watch your feet. Only cultists turn their backs on the executors - since you are smart enough to understand the arithmetic, you should understand what I mean."

He withdrew his two fingers and turned his face, which looked somewhat gloomy in the firelight, towards Roland.

"Sometimes, you have to be a little tougher, Roland."

He embodied the suffering of mortals, tearing off his elegant skin to reveal a cavity howling in the wind.

(End of this chapter)