The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 819 Ch.818 On Pragmatism
Yolanda would not really call the group of people headed by Rose who were "punishing evil and promoting good" cultists - regardless of whether they were really doing it to punish evil and promote good, or just to have fun.

The results don’t lie.

She would rather call Rose a 'thief' than a 'cultist'.

This also changed Rose's view of her: from 'the yellow-skinned brat from the East' to 'Roland, look, this yellow-skinned brat from the East understands me'.

Roland scoffed at this.

Rose could deceive outsiders, but she couldn't deceive him and Cinder.

As one of the people who knew her best, Roland knew that Rose didn't have much of a sense of justice and evil. Even when she boarded the ship this time, she thought she shouldn't bother with the affairs of this oriental woman - what did the lives of those foreigners have to do with her?

Even though she hated laudanum, or balm.

But I also don't want to travel across the ocean to a strange land to seek justice for a group of strangers.

She is different from the gentlemen in the upper class who do nothing all day long. She has no time to call for someone to reduce the burden on others, so that workers can live better, women can be free from domestic violence, or stare at those unreasonable legal provisions and harsh taxes all day long.

As long as something is exciting enough, many additional conditions will come naturally.

'You hate it, but you won't do anything about it.'

It has become a daily routine for Cinder to mock Rose.

'Come on, Kratov. What are you doing this for? Roland? Or the Inquisition's orders?'

"In order to uphold justice," said Shandel, with a serious face, "I will tell the people of that land the harm of the ointment and what the government has concealed from them—"

then.

Causing a chaotic upheaval.

"Roland, your colleague is sick," Rose said fiercely, "I'm going to take a shipload of good goods to the East to sell. When the time comes, James will be scared to death!"

'Yolanda says her hometown has everything.'

'I don't think so...how about gummies?'

This is the conversation before departure.

Several people did not refuse Roland's invitation, or rather, they were eager to leave London and travel around the world - Rose and Halida were the same.

Only Cinder was not interested, and the real reason he went along was simply because Roland liked him.

She had read more books than everyone present combined, so she knew that the East was different from their empire: in terms of folk customs, culture, and politics.

She privately asked Yolanda how powerful rebellion really was.

——Since the so-called court (government) does not allow the people to access and master the "mystery", then what ability does this group of rebels have to make people afraid?
'They can't keep people from being exposed to the mystery.'

Yolanda said.

“We’re just not allowed to learn more about it.”

Regardless of which 'path' or which ritual - any sorcerer who is not officially authorized and approved by Xijun will be called a 'sorcerer'.

That is, cultists.

"What is Xijun?"

'Our gods.'

Yolanda said.

Different countries have different names for the Ten-Crown God. The Inquisition and the Holy Cross that Shandel and Roland rely on firmly believe that He is the benefactor of the world, the master of all living and non-living things, and the Father God.

In the East, this is obviously not the case.

"Benefactor? Father God? If it wasn't for disguise, I would have laughed at you."

in the room.

Ignoring the 'blind' Roland who wrote and drew, several ladies, including Shandel, did not have much 'respect' for the gods.

Rose had no interest in discussing invisible and intangible gods, while Halida believed that those who were known to be praised by all living beings were not worthy of the title as long as they saved themselves.

As for Shandel...

She was too close to Holy Cross.

Some things, the closer you are to them, the harder it is to respect them.

To their surprise, Yolanda didn't really respect the 'spirits' she called them - or, as she put it, only 'sometimes respectfully'.

“When they are useful.”

She said. Shandel frowned slightly: "What do you mean by 'when they are useful'? I don't want to debate with you on faith, Yolanda, but I really haven't found any records about this in the book - how do you view faith? God?"

Yolanda shrugged in a very London way.

"When it is useful. For example, Xijun is a god who symbolizes the sun, light and holiness. We usually pray to him when we perform sacrifices or pray for our family."

"But you're not really—"

"Yes, we are not really pious. Or we can say that our piety is quite different from yours - why can we only believe in one?" At this point, Yolanda was somewhat puzzled by the "stubbornness" of these foreigners.

"We worship Wa, and we also worship Fire. We worship Xijun, and we also worship the Great Emperor. It depends on the situation."

Yolanda said.

Praying for a sick person and praying for a child who is about to go on a long journey are obviously not worshipping the same God.

Shandel didn't say anything, but Rose became more and more interested as she listened.

This 'theory' completely coincides with thieves and the laws of the streets.

"I dare say you are all a group of smart people," the girl with short curly hair and shining green eyes said, "You really should let those scripture heads see your 'faith' - who can avoid all kinds of difficulties?"

Yolanda wasn't too surprised, as she knew this group of people to some extent.

"Since I came to London, everything I see is so... so..."

"Crazy?" Shandel smiled. "As the executor of the Inquisition, I have to say that mortals cannot ask for gods' help. This behavior is almost blasphemous."

Yolanda finally felt that it was right.

"Yes."

she says.

"But I don't understand, why not?"

Shandel couldn't answer her question.

She also has many questions about gods, religion, and faith that no one can answer - each of which is unforgivable.

It is hard to say which is truly "correct" between Yolanda's way of belief and theirs.

Maybe.

Some people believe...

It's a lie in itself.

——The surname "Kratov" not only brought Shandel those tangible material enjoyments, but also allowed her to know many unknown secrets.

The Secret of the Holy Cross.

This is also the reason why she refused to become a saint and "degraded herself".

She had no interest in listening to those plump, fat gentlemen undressing and 'dedicating themselves to God'.

The so-called true faith.

Of course, it should be handed over to the person who won her heart after humiliating, ridiculing and whipping her...

is not it?
"We are a cult, Yolanda, you're asking the wrong person."

Shandel picked up the teacup and used the rising mist to cover the corners of his mouth.

"You weren't a few days ago."

Yolanda sighed.

She also didn't understand what was wrong with this beautiful and gentle girl - unlike Rose, Shandel was indeed a "good girl" in Yolanda's eyes.

It seems that it’s all because of this person.

She turned to look at a blind man who was busy at his desk.

"You've been painting since last night."

Yolanda straightened her back slightly and stretched her neck.

"What is it?"

"Something interesting to relieve boredom..." Roland uncovered the thin paper and blew on it and shook it: "Something that will keep us from getting too bored during this three-month journey."

(End of this chapter)