The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 933 Ch.932 Sharing, Mission, Saints
The number of wild cat deaths increased sharply within half a month, and then dropped sharply half a month later. Citizens who also noticed something was wrong changed their ways of "protecting cats":

With gongs, women, sons, and anything that makes a sound.

They would feed regularly during the day and make a lot of noise at night (when they didn't complain about the early working hours) - the patrol officers turned a blind eye to this. Compared with marches, gangs, or uniting to fight against them, the police were more willing to understand the "little anger" of the citizens.

after all…

Cats are so cute.

soon.

The number of stray cat deaths has dropped dramatically.

It's not that there aren't any, but there are fewer cat meat vendors all over the city. In addition to keeping an eye on the little monsters who always watch them from the eaves, their eyes are equally suspicious of any passerby...

Especially children.

According to Rose, these people will soon appear in stories designed to scare children, such as "If you don't obey, the cat butcher will knock on your door in the middle of the night--"

'That's through your and Dad's bedroom, Mom.'

"If you don't go to sleep, I'll ask your father to give you a good beating."

No horror story can deter a child as much as a broom—or a father with a broom.

Roland didn't have so much free time that he had to spend his vacation on such a meaningless case (actually he had no vacation, but he was indeed very free recently).

soon.

Fernandez came to the door.

To get rid of trouble.

"You are the most suitable person - Droz gets along well with you and you have the same friends... Why can't you two attend together?"

"I guess this is a task Enid gave you."

"Of course, but... I don't have time," Fernandez winked at him, "You know there's a lot of activity in the city lately, right?"

From summer to autumn - before winter, it is the best season for socializing.

not to mention.

Recently, there is also the "Thunderstorm Festival" of the Justice Church.

Fernandez could ride a horse with her lover (she could do that at other times, but that would be silly), or wear loose clothes and stroll the streets - for a whole month...

Hopefully there are no other tasks.

Fernandez had thought about it before he came.

——The mission is about the machine that "detects mysteries".

Developed jointly by Daniel Workshop and the Craftsmen’s Guild, it is now in the testing phase.

“This time, Holy Cross still took the trophy (first place).”

The captain was very proud, and his big butt collapsed the fluffy leather cushion: "I don't really like to interact with those bald old monsters. It just so happens that you and Deloz get along well..."

"This is a big mission that concerns the entire Holy Cross..."

"Stop talking nonsense. The church will not fail to send people," Roland said in disbelief. "I think the Inquisition is just a 'scrap' this time."

Fernandez chuckled.

Actually.

The church has already sent someone there.

The trial court was not notified.

Or in their view, when the church owns this thing, it is equivalent to the Inquisition owning it (this can also be seen from this point, although it was jointly developed by Daniel Workshop and the Craftsmen’s Guild - if this is the case, they would not have to send people to Daniel Workshop... a waste of time).

"Once they really reach an agreement, I'm afraid they will sell it to us at a high price." Fernandez curled his lips.

Roland was very surprised: "Did I overestimate the morality of some people? Or do you think too badly of people?"

No matter how dirty things are between the Church and the Inquisition, once this machine that can "detect the mysteries" is made, how could it not be installed on the executors - unless everyone in the Church is a bastard.

After Roland finished speaking, Fernandez nodded in agreement.

"They are all bastards. Boy, I won't make such a bet with you, but I can guarantee that if we don't have 'timely communication', I'm afraid that one machine will be sold for two thousand pounds..."

If it were more than half a year ago, Roland would have continued asking.

For example, without the Enforcer, who will hunt down the cultists and aliens?

Now, he understood why these people were so fearless.

"Oh, so, this mission was supposed to be yours."

"…It's yours too, boy. If I have to go, can you hide away?"

"Very good, then we will go together." Fernandez choked a few times: "... Tell me your conditions - no carriage. No one can touch my carriage."

"Including Enid?"

"You'd better call the judge by his last name... at least outside."

Roland blinked: "What do you mean 'outside'?"

Fernandez was quiet.

He looked his deputy up and down, stroking his spiky beard and sighing, "I never thought that one day I would hear such obscene and vulgar words from your mouth... Wait. You and--"

Fernandez finally reacted.

If Roland "grows up", then the person who makes him grow up——

Except to see Droz, he never went to Red Street.

true…

damn it.

Such a good thing actually happened...

The 'miracle' that the benefactor spoke of couldn't be this kind of 'miracle'.

"To be honest, I kind of regret bringing you back from town."

Roland nodded his forehead: "If you haven't let love get to your head, you should remember that it wasn't you who brought me back—"

Fernandez used his big hands to stop him from talking nonsense, and a 'weird' expression that shouldn't have appeared on his fierce face like a robber: like the expression Rose had when she was reading a gossip tabloid.

"Tell me, Roland, good deputy, good brother, tell me now."

"say what?"

"You know what it is."

"I don't want to share this secret with you," Roland folded his hands and leaned back, "You didn't even share the carriage with me."

"Nonsense! Of course it's different - there's only one carriage! But if you share this secret with me, we will have two secrets!"

Roland smiled.

"Yes, soon everyone in the Inquisition will have this secret... Fernandez, Mr. Big Mouth."

Fernandez: ...

He just loves to share.

"I can trade mine and Giles's."

"Please allow me to face Ms. Fonseca with dignity in the future, 'Captain'." Roland didn't want to know who he had an affair with, and he didn't want to listen to the details of this white bear: "You can deal with Daniel Workshop on your own... I was bitten on the leg by a wolf recently..."

Fernandez is a little reluctant to leave now.

"Halida!"

The maid came over upon hearing the noise.

"Take him out."

"Boy, you are becoming more and more disrespectful to me!"

What does it mean to 'take' it out?

Halida stood aside in silence.

Of course she didn't dare do anything to Fernandez.

"So, make your request."

Fernandez didn't want to waste time dealing with that group of pedants - this was not something that could be resolved in one day... He would have to be tied up in that oily factory for at least half a month...

He knew Roland.

Judging from his behavior, he is about to make a request.

"Tell me, if it's not too 'forbidden'... why don't you ask your little lover? Her last name is Kratov."

"It's about my 'little lover'," Roland glanced at Halida who was nailed to the spot. As he stared at Fernandez, the lights in the room flickered in amber. "I didn't find any relevant information... Fernandez, can you tell me..."

"Can you tell me about the Ascension Ceremony of the Path of Sainthood..."

"Why do you have to 'disappear' for a while?"

Fernandez looked at Roland, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

(End of this chapter)