The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 811 Ch.810 Similar Boredom

The rage of Iron Lily.

These are the names of the two scimitars that Roland prepared for Halida.

'Calm its wrath.'

'You are truly qualified to own it for a long time.'

Roland had thought that this would be a mission to "kill the betrayer, appease the soul, and dispel the curse."

Now it seems…

How could a mother hurt her child whom she loved so deeply?

Machete's enemy is clearly not 'betrayer' Mr Jim Walker.

Or.

Everything he did was on a path that had been set long ago.

"You are so happy that people are jealous, Cohen."

Roland waved to Halida, took the wax rope handed to him by the maid, passed it through the buttonholes of the two pairs of shoes one by one, tied them together, and carried them in his hand.

Katherine Goulding.

A terrible and admirable man.

Roland asked Halida to untie the ropes and set Jim Walker free.

What happened after that is not worth mentioning.

Because he had met Mrs. Kate Pasetti, he was really impatient with some of the emotions - Roland thought it was an extremely boring one-man show that did not require onlookers.

Than Jim Walker's reaction.

He would have liked the chance to witness with his own eyes the brilliant disguises and plots of Catherine Goulding during those dark days.

Coldness in a warm smile, love in hypocritical lies.

That's thrilling and intriguing enough, even worth queuing in a long line from the West District to the East District.

It's a pity that people like this always die early.

"I fulfilled my promise."

Roland threw these words into the mud, and the maid who followed him stepped on them.

Four people came by car, but only three left.

And a pair of restless shoes.

Before the wheels started turning, the maid used her fingers to push aside the curtains and quietly looked into the cemetery: Even though she stole, killed, broke into houses, joined a cult, and believed in evil gods - it could be said that she was still a good girl with good intentions.

Halida felt sorry for the man.

He lost the treasure because of his own cowardice and stupidity.

She is different.

The maid thought.

Gently grasped the slightly twisted necklace box.

She is different.

My mother loved me deeply, and she, in turn, missed me with deeper, longer-lasting, almost eternal longing.

——In fact, no one in this carriage had a mother who truly loved them, but Halida herself didn't know it.

"We should be called 'The Motherless Sect'."

Roland's sudden words made Cinder laugh.

"Do not say that."

She glanced at the maid who was fiddling with the curtains. "Your mother might still be alive."

"I?"

Roland shrugged. "Yeah, he's still ordering people around in the perfume shop every day. He's almost becoming a well-known symbol."

Randolph Taylor's assessment was not wrong at all.

James Jones did a great job.

"I mean your biological mother, Roland."

Shandel said.

"Didn't your father mention that?"

Mother…

"No."

Roland had no attachment to this so-called "mother", nor was he curious about her at all.

"Maybe a maid, or something like that? I don't know. It's impossible to find her out."

"If you want..."

"I do not want."

Roland smiled, then suddenly heard something and gestured to Shandel.

He raised his finger, leaned over, gently parted the curtain, and stopped the carriage.

then.

He opened the car door and jumped out.

Sendel and Halida, realizing something, followed closely behind.

Under the moonlight, the cemetery was taken over by the gravekeeper again.

Even though the carriage hadn't gone too far, when Roland arrived, the gravekeeper and his son had already passed out leaning against the iron gate.

Jim Walker is missing.

…………

……

"How could you let the cultists escape?!"

This was the first time Bertrand met Roland Collins.

Yoram Ben Bertrand.

Enid Jutia.

Roland Collins, Chandel Kratov.

As well as the gravekeeper and his two sons.

——After the carriage left last night, someone showed up impatiently, knocked out the gravekeeper, and kidnapped Jim Walker.

When Roland returned and rescued them, he got an answer that he had to report.

The ones who kidnapped Jim Walker were the cultists who had been extremely active recently.

"I'm not shirking my responsibility, sir. That group of cultists is not ordinary," Roland said seriously. "If I hadn't been on a unique path, I wouldn't even have been able to find their traces."

Bertrand scratched the back of his hand, looking annoyed: "You said you went back? You tried your best? But what difference does it make? Don't the three of them have mouths?"

With the finger wearing the giant jewel ring, he pointed at the three gravekeepers who were standing obediently in the corner one by one.

“…They sent people like you to guard the cemetery!”

Bertrand didn't dare to get angry with Roland, so he could only find someone easier to bully.

The gravekeeper was helpless and innocent.

He and his two sons were only responsible for night watch. Who knew they would get involved in the case of cultists?

"We resisted with all our might, my lord."

As a father, of course he had to stand up and speak for himself, his son, and this job. They were backed by the Ring of Eternal Silence, and the Holy Cross could not treat them like ordinary people. Otherwise, they should not be here now, but in the dungeon.

"All I saw was an ivory-colored... sheep's skull."

He perked up, recalling the shape of the skull, the cultist's height, what he was wearing, what he was draped over, and chattering on and on.

It makes people impatient.

"Okay, now I know you have eyes - get out...get out!"

Bertrand pointed to the door.

After the three gravekeepers left with shamefaced expressions, Roland spoke in a deep voice.

"Thug, sir."

"A dangerous killer, a shadow under the moon, whose gender and identity no one knows - usually only wearing a horn mask, and acting with his accomplices..."

"I don't need you to tell me how dangerous it is, Officer. Did you know that you could have let loose a... and... "

Bertrand gasped.

——A survivor related to the incident ten years ago.

"I work for the Empire and His Majesty! We have put in so much effort to get to where we are today! Judge, my respected judge, I think no one will allow this great plan to be destroyed by a group of cultists - now, your executive officer told me that they do have this ability, right?"

Bertrand spoke a long and rapid speech, and at the same time he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He is very anxious.

He had learned the whole story from Roland - participation in the Beheading Club, the Anchel family's commission, the alien species, and the scimitar that needed Jim Walker's blood to untie the curse.

There was nothing wrong with what Roland did.

just.

last step.

He shouldn't have let the cultist get away.

"…This group of people call themselves the Winged Ones, and they come from an organization called the Tea Party," Enid stroked her sleeves, picked up the teapot and slowly poured half a cup for Bertrand and Roland. "You may have heard that many factory owners in London have suffered a great disaster recently."

Bertrand's eyes twinkled.

"Of course I heard about it. Many people who have done nothing wrong have been hung up by these people who cannot distinguish right from wrong and displayed to the untouchables without dignity...Excuse me, the Inquisition should have arrested them and burned them to death long ago - you have the ability to do so."

Enid just smiled and shook her head slightly.

“It’s a good thing for everyone, including myself, that I stay in this office.”

She introduces Roland to Bertrand.

"My officer is quite capable. If he can't catch those cultists, I don't think anyone in London can do it."

Bertrand swung his hips suspiciously and turned to the young man who was sitting upright next to him.

He couldn't see what this man was capable of.

Except for his appearance... he is slightly... better than me.

"You don't have much choice, do you?"

Enid smiled.

"About the ointment, about what happened ten years ago, about the ingredients mixed in this tincture that cannot be done without the ritualist of the Great Vortex - many of these questions are not without solutions, but most people are not qualified to know the questions."

"Roland Collins and Cinder Kratov are already involved in the case. Or do you want to find someone more capable but uninformed to join in and then tell the whole story all over again?"

(End of this chapter)