The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 949 Ch.948 The distance between two index fingers

The selection of the Saint is more demanding than anyone imagined.

This has nothing to do with personal efforts, or the background of family, parents or even parents' parents - bloodline?
No.

Just as "mystery" favors farmers, it also favors nobles.

Related to birthday.

It is also related to affinity.

They also want to get the "green eye" of a certain ceremony——

There is not a selection every year.

Candidates for saints are also very different from candidates for saints: most girls from wealthy families with some background will be sent to a monastery by their parents for a period of time to erase the big and small stains on their reputation: no matter what, my beloved daughter has also practiced in the sanctuary... even if she and three young men...

How many relationships have you had?

These people will not be selected based on their birthdays, nor will they be tested for their affinity with "mystery", and they will not even be able to go through the "ritual" stage.

They stayed in the convent for one or two months, or three or four months - longer depending on the reputation of the women, or on the time of childbirth.

then.

She was picked up by her family and quickly married to a man who was neither good nor bad.

This is a batch.

The other group are truly the "candidates for the saint".

They need to be strictly disciplined and go through a period of desperate dying like nuns - and then, the one who stands out will be the real saint.

Gary Kratov mentioned Alice Cordoni only to test Shandel.

He has to read a lot of lists and hear a lot of compliments every day. He would not pay any attention to ordinary surnames at all.

"That's Roland Collins' friend, father."

"It is precisely because I know this that you now know this," the old bishop said hoarsely, "You know my position. Whether it is the Truth Council or the Gray Mystery War - the church should be the church and should not participate in such a boring fight..."

Kratov didn't want to mess with Enid Jutia.

There was no conflict between them at all - he could understand what the Inquisition did, and the many 'childish' behaviors of the woman on the chair...

But he didn't participate at all.

As a high-level ritualist who has been invited by the Truth Council several times, Gary Kratov's only wish is...

To redeem oneself for the sins one has committed.

If it can't be saved.

Then...

'Avoiding' it in another way causes even greater trouble.

To this world.

For now, he couldn't make up his mind.

He is a human being and has human emotions.

Besides, Shandel is his...

"Alice Cordoni passed the initial screening, but I have the list."

The old bishop tapped his knees, his head still bowed.

"If your lover doesn't want the child to go down this path, it's best to act quickly - you've been a candidate for the Saint, so you know the process."

Shandel nodded slightly.

saint…

A gorgeous yet despicable name.

"Who gave her name to the church?"

"Her mother," said the Bishop.

"Mother?" Cinder raised his eyebrows. "As far as I know, Alice Cordoni's mother died of illness a long time ago... Saint, the church still won't give up? I don't think you have the ability to fight against the one in the Inquisition. These old gentlemen who are so old that they are useless, can't they really guess the relationship between Keshihai and Enid Jutia?"

Gary Kratov said calmly, "If human nature could be controlled by itself, all the casinos in London would be closed, Shandel."

"…besides human nature, is there anything else that can be——"

"Xandel."

"Are you angry, Father?"

silence.

"Tear my holy cape and use your palm to measure my——" "Xandel."

The girl laughed cheerfully.

She was like a restless cat teasing and tempting a blazing flame.

Have fun.

She could smell his pain and struggle.

of course.

You can also feel the danger coming towards you.

"If possible, I hope you stay in the third ring - just the third ring. It should be enough for you to be 'useful', but not to open the door from which there is no return..." Gary Kratov listened to the silly laughter and sighed softly: "The wealth and power I leave behind are enough for you to live..."

He couldn't say 'happy life'.

Just one lifetime.

"That won't do, Father."

Shandel licked the rotten flesh between his teeth. His bright red lips were covered with scriptures the size of a pinhole: From a distance, it looked like a nest of blood-red worms.

"I will be left behind by him."

She acted like an ordinary girl, acting coquettishly towards her relatives.

It just sounds a little creepy.

"Unless he allows me to bite off his penis and keep it..." Xiandel stroked his belly and thought that this idea was a bit cruel: "How can you not allow your daughter to pursue happiness?"

Gary Kratov frowned.

He didn't know why his...granddaughter, Cinder Kratov would pin her "self" on an "ordinary" man - he certainly expected this day.

Expected.

A certain man.

Or a woman (gender doesn’t matter to Gary Kratov).

Gain the love of Shandel Kratov.

then.

A brutal story filled with blood.

He anticipated the beginning, but the process went off the rails.

Roland Collins.

He actually gets along with his Chandel... happily?
The old bishop didn't think that, given Cinder's mental state, he would be afraid of Enid Jutia.

So, what’s so magical about Roland Collins?
The old bishop asked softly, asking the question that had been hidden for a long time - a question that arose after he had investigated the other party in every aspect.

Shandel slowly put down the knife.

Hold up two index fingers.

Lengthen.

distance.

Stretch it further.

Smiling at his father.

'Because of this.'

Gary Kratov lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, but he still advised gently: "You should follow the path I have chosen for you, Shandel. If you can stay in the church and wait until the tide of the times is over, you can take my position - you can choose anyone you want according to your mood... no matter whether it is a man or a woman."

Cinder held his chin and looked at the old man across the long table with a smile.

This ritualist, who was once full of vigor and energy and free from all evil thoughts, is now like a candle in the wind. Before he goes out, he considers whether he can bring a little warmth to people in winter: this is ridiculous.

"I want him."

Shandel was like a child who was clinging to a toy or testing his parents' attitudes; it was hard to tell how much truth or falsehood was in his tone.

"At least I'm chasing a real person, my father, instead of an illusory phantom - isn't the church the best at doing this?"

The old bishop made an ambiguous sound in his throat and hesitated for a moment:
"This time is different, Shandel."

He said.

"Maybe we can succeed this time..." Gary Kratov closed his eyes as if he was asleep, his pious face becoming more holy in the candlelight: "As long as we have the 'Holy Grail'..."

(End of this chapter)