The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 710 Ch.709 Meeting
The Fountain of Youth opened smoothly, and the construction of the house was proceeding in an orderly manner with Randolph's "voluntary" help.

All the best.

Everything about what happened at the Ancher home ended when the bailiffs arrived. Their deeds, along with their intestines and the feces inside them, were left on the floor and walls of the house.

There are left everywhere.

They were afraid that future generations would not understand how happy they had been.

As for whether Shandel Kratov took any measures, whether he tried to save these poor mortals...

She personally said that she had done her best to provide all the help she could think of and do.

But that alien species is really scary.

They also sought help too late.

She did all she could, but the result was regrettable.

The executive officers who inspected the scene said nothing.

Firstly, there was no need for them to clean up the scene, and secondly, these cultists who traveled with the alien species should have been burned to death - if they did not die at the hands of the brain-eating monsters, they would have died in the subsequent interrogation and trial.

Like the cultists in the dungeon.

Except for a few extremely lucky ones, most students have reached the point of no return - the tentacles in their ears have already firmly taken root in their brains. After trying various methods, the crow "regrettably" (happily) informed these poor boys and girls:
They are dead.

This made the cell lively again.

By the way.

A few were particularly 'smart' and did not put pearls in their ears.

But other similar places where things can be stored.

You can imagine what places those tentacles passed through and how long a journey they traveled in order to find the brain - the girls who did this actually experienced much more time of happiness than others.

But the outcome is the same.

After finding out what had happened, the children's parents rushed to the door of the courtroom and shouted like crazy, attracting patrol police and detectives from the Supervisory Bureau.

They made noise for hours and then went to church in groups.

'Our children have gone astray! Who should be held responsible? ! '

There is no doubt that the Church stands on the side of the Inquisition in this matter - especially for anomalies like the "pearl in the oyster shell". Anyone who is not stupid knows what the consequences will be once it is spread.

The only thing we can negotiate is.

They can also see their children.

Meet him once, hear how stupid his child is, then go home and write a letter to the newspaper, denouncing Queen's College for causing great harm and demanding that the supreme mad woman make compensation and apologize in person.

At the same time, he also cursed the Inquisition (not the church) in the first half of the article.

——Although the source of the whole incident is not in Queen's College, to be honest, it has nothing to do with the Queen or the Inquisition.

But parents who have lost their children will not talk to anyone about "should" or "reason".

Chettenham's investors and directors met privately with the parents, made sincere apologies and many promises, as the Queen should have done.

So, two days later.

She received them in the palace's small banquet hall.

No one knew what happened during the banquet. After the banquet, these parents, who had filled their stomachs, did not say a word except for burping.

——It is obvious that the investors of both schools have an accurate and consistent judgment on the living standards and morality of the poor people, and they know exactly where their resentment comes from: whether it comes from the pain of losing a child, or from the desire and greed for sudden wealth.

Darwin's name returned to the forefront of the newspapers.

No one talks about the Golden Violin anymore. Many people say it is an addictive drug and a trouble maker caused by a bunch of bad boys who have never grown up - one of them is said to have a doctor's parent.

That makes sense.

Secretly, detectives from the Bailiff and the Inspectorate are still roaming around London every day, searching for any possible escapees.

Roland also participated in several games.

He found that those who were "parasitized" were extremely keen to share their "happiness" with others - they would lure people who had not yet experienced this kind of happiness to be parasitized as well and become one of them. Fernandez said that this was caused by the alien species, but Ms. Blade believed that this was the true nature of human beings.

In the end, many people who were infected were arrested, but there was no clue as to the mastermind behind the whole case.

"But we should be sure that it is a ritualist from the Mithril Church."

Fernandez stood to one side of the desk.

Also in the room were Crow, Peter Heller, Blade, and three captains Roland was not familiar with.

Enid fiddled absentmindedly with a wine bottle.

It was seized from the cellar.

"You decide for yourselves. At least half of them need to be on standby in London," Enid absentmindedly fiddled with the delicate perfume bottle in her hand. "That thing poses no threat to alert ritualists, but it's hard to say for mortals. For at least half a year, we need to cooperate with the Inspectorate."

"Cooperate?" Blade, holding a cigarette in his mouth, sat opposite Crow: "Who cooperates with whom?"

"Is that even a question?" Fernandez sneered, "When will the Supervisory Bureau dare to issue an order to the Tribunal?"

"Before you act pretentiously, Fernandez Devinson, can you first kick out the people who shouldn't be here?" Crow stared at Roland sinisterly. "What qualifications does your deputy have to participate in... this conversation?"

"Just because he can beat the shit out of you."

"I'm not surprised to hear that word come out of your mouth."

"Everyone here can beat the shit out of you, crow, just shut your mouth."

The man in the black cloak slowly stood up.

After not seeing him for many days, he became even more gloomy.

knock knock.

Enid's knocking interrupted the tense atmosphere.

"Did you order perfume from the Fountain of Youth?"

crow:……

Fernandez: ...

"I ordered a set," Blade shrugged and looked at Roland, "Isn't it a bit too expensive, Mr. Collins? In order to smell good, I have to go hungry."

Roland said seriously: "We only make a penny per bottle."

The woman was helpless. She glanced at Enid, whose face was full of "Look at how great Roland is!" and said, "Your men should become merchants. I think they are better than ritualists."

This kind of teasing and joking made the atmosphere much more relaxed.

In fact, the executives in the office were more familiar with Crow and Fernandez than Roland was—these two bastards would have to fight whenever they were in the same space.

Just like a cat and a cat's tail.

"Well, let's talk about a more important issue."

Enid dropped her eyes.

"Darwin."

"The scholar who claimed 'evolution'. I think you all know what kind of impact this theory will have on the Holy Cross, our sect, and even Father God."

Peter Heller shook his head and said in a loud and gentle voice:
"It doesn't matter where we come from, Master Jutia. Whether we come from the mercy of the Father or are just monkeys walking upright, it doesn't diminish our faith in the slightest. As the sword of the Father, a firm and solid faith flows in our souls like blood."

Enid hummed, not seeming to be satisfied with his answer. "Save the good words for your apprentice, Heller. You don't have to face those old guys. Even if there is a sock of the Father of All Things hidden in the room, no one will know."

Everyone laughed.

"The question now is."

Enid fluttered her eyelashes, her brown eyes examining each of the executive officers one by one.

"Is he still alive?"

(End of this chapter)