The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 934: The Secret of the Saints

Few people would inquire about the ring-up rituals of other paths - few means that there are also quite a few people who are keen on collecting the ring-up rituals of each path, so that they can ruin the opponent's critical moment when they become enemies in the future.

This trick is very powerful and even ordinary people can achieve it.

But because of this, the ritualists of each path protect their "Ring Ceremony" - or other large ceremonies very strictly.

As for “keeping secrets”, each sect has its own method.

Roland of the Inquisition and the Church knew.

Gary Kratov led him into a room lit with hundreds of candles, and a book bigger than his head - after leaving the words in blood, you can no longer spread some forbidden knowledge...

The premise is 'strictly prohibited'.

Not only is the scope small, it also depends on your "boss": for example, Roland's boss, Enid Jutia, forbids executive officers to spread any information about the "secret library" (a treasure house for collecting rare items).

Besides.

What 'Ring Ascension Ceremony', what 'Grand Ceremony', 'Power of the Road' - Holy Flame does not need to hide such things from the outside world.

The main point of this group of "barbarians" is to be honest: even if you know all my strength, you still cannot win a battle with me.

As for the "Saints"...

Roland didn't know.

"…You should be thankful that you have ears that have not heard this secret, Roland."

Fernandez interlaced his fingers and pressed the base of his palms hard.

He didn't look like he wanted to mention it.

"…Xindel Kratov will indeed 'disappear' for a while. To be honest, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten when she last advanced to a higher level—a true genius, a formidable talent…"

It is rare to find a ritualist who reaches the third ring before his soul matures.

At least in this era, Fernandez had never seen one - except Shandel and... Roland Collins, who was no less than Shandel.

He only knew of one in the scriptures.

Named "Saint".

Ms. Delise.

"You know, I often say that I envy your talent. I am even willing to exchange your uncertain and foggy road with a clear and definite path - even if I stay in the low ring forever, I must have a 'qualification' higher than most ritualists..."

"It's like those old scholars comparing themselves to each other on how many wrinkles they have on their brains."

Fernandez said so much just to express one point.

He was not at all jealous of Shandel Kratov's talent.

"Saint" is a curse.

"The qualification they need is 'evil thoughts'. Roland, tell me, what is the most 'saintly' ring-raising ceremony you can think of - blasphemous, if you are a god."

Roland tapped his chin with his index finger.

"…Um, rescue people?"

On the positive side.

If the other way around...

"One is. I don't know if you have heard the rumors about Shandel Kratov, or if she has even talked to you about what happened in her childhood - it is said that," Fernandez paused, "she killed her parents."

No.

Roland 'saw it with his own eyes'.

She just...

Induction.

"When it comes to the second, third, and even fourth rings, the saint's ring-raising ceremony becomes even more 'cruel'..." Fernandez took the teacup handed to him by Halida and thanked her softly: "...Sometimes, I even doubt..."

At this point, the bear-like executive officer shrank his head like a mouse seeing a cat, and lowered his voice:

"I even suspect that some of their behaviors are very similar to those of the 'Cradle of Flesh and Blood'..."

Roland was not as serious as him. His face was calm: "If you can notice it, it means everyone has noticed it, Fernandez. And after everyone has noticed it, the "Saint" is still the "Saint", which proves that there is no problem with this path-"

Roland muttered to himself.

or.

It was another kind of 'no problem'. Fernandez glared at him and said, "I'm smarter than you! I'm still considered one of the most outstanding executive officers of the Inquisition."

The Inquisition didn't have many enforcers to begin with.

"Okay... I think even if I don't tell you, you can get the answer from Lady I... Jutia. Okay, Roland. I happen to know the ritual of upgrading the three rings of the "Saint"... roughly, roughly."

He put down his teacup and paused for a moment.

"eat human."

He said.

…………

……

When I met Mr. Darwin again, he had gained two times more weight than he had six months ago, and his bearded face looked like a balloon floating in the sky over Bristol.

He opened the door and was surprised.

Roland knocked on the door and was also surprised.

Darwin was surprised that Roland completed the mission and returned in just half a year - after all, he left a letter when he left.

What surprised Roland was...

This man didn't starve to death.

You know, he brought Halida, Cinder and Rose with him to the East - who would bring him food?

"First, I have two legs to support my body to move; second, I have two arms to help me take money out of my trouser pocket; finally, I have a throat to be able to say 'I want two pieces of bread'."

Darwin is fatter and a lot more vulgar than before.

Because he added another half sentence after this sentence:
"You can also ask the prostitutes about their prices."

"What are you studying? How did they evolve?" Roland stepped into the small house that was not really a small house. Shandel's house was originally spacious and bright, but after this man lived there for half a year, it was ruined beyond recognition.

Leather books and written papers were scattered everywhere.

The pen is on the ground.

The bitten bread was on the bed.

The gloves were hung on the hangers and the clothes became cushions.

Halida was so panicked that she was about to have a seizure - ever since she had been personally educated by two 'senior housekeepers', she could no longer stand seeing such a messy room.

“…I’m very busy every day.”

Darwin invited the master and servant to sit down: he pushed aside the pen, the empty ink bottle and two letter clips on the sofa.

Just three 'holes' were revealed.

“Very busy.”

"Are you busy enough to write to the newspaper?" Roland asked.

"Oh? You know?" Since leaving the name of 'Siren', Darwin has never considered hiding it from anyone: "I found someone seeking help in the newspaper. There are some problems that I didn't calculate in my previous manuscript..."

It was Mr. Darwin indeed.

Roland apologized in a deep voice.

Darwin, however, looked nonchalant and waved his hand: "It's yours if it's given to you. Besides, if knowledge is not shared with other people who are eager for knowledge, it will become corrupt sooner or later just like a stagnant spring. I'm glad that someone can build more interesting things on my foundation..."

"Like the big machines running down the street?"

"Of course, there are also arm-mounted detectors that can detect mysterious forces—" He suddenly realized: "So, I will have an 'identity'?"

Roland praised his brains.

indeed.

Roland intends to find an identity for Darwin - through Enid, or the 'Bishop' of Shandel...

But if you want to get him to re-participate in the research he loves, communicate with other "peers", and not get into trouble because of the background of the "Inquisition", it is best to find someone in the same circle: such as Mr. Babbage, or Mr. Daniel Heffer, who is so "rebellious" that he is even a little blasphemous, who is in the Secret Party but his heart is in the Gray Party.

The premise is.

He is exactly as the rumors say.

(End of this chapter)