The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 964: White Crystal and Showoff
It has to be said that the Ring of Eternal Silence also uses this method.

Cultivate a piece of land that is convenient for you to hold a ceremony in your room or somewhere else - this method is very dangerous, and only professionals will do it a few times under necessary conditions...

They will always observe the changes in the room to prevent unexpected situations.

usually.

All before the ring-raising ceremony.

When finished, the room is either burned or exorcised by a priest of the Holy Cross (most often this is done by burning it with fire and sprinkling it with holy water; ritualists of the Circle of Eternal Silence are reluctant to have anything to do with the people of the Holy Cross).

"The probability of success is very small, Roland. Believe me, when it comes to sadism, no one knows how to make people suffer better than the ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence - even so, the probability of success is still as small as a needle eye..."

“Should I say these people are lucky or unlucky?”

Ever since Roland told him about the ghost, Fernandez knew that Roland didn't want to go through the 'normal process' - discovery → arrest → trial. Moreover, the lady had an extraordinary background... it was said?
"Whittle."

Roland nodded.

"Francis Whittle, the youngest of the three Whittle brothers, and the latest 'genius' of the Inspectorate, right?"

Fernandez frowned but didn't interrupt.

"The doctor among the three brothers specializes in issuing legal death certificates for the orphanage. And as a detective of the Inspectorate, a young genius, he should have become the brothers' strongest shield and sharpest blade - I think most of the wealth that Amelia grabbed from the baby's wailing went to the Whittle family."

Fernandez doesn't question the obvious answer.

He was just unhappy with Julie Valentine for dragging the Inquisition's executive officers into her own selfish desires.

"Selfish desire?" Roland blinked. "I don't think Ms. Valentine is what you think, Fernandez."

Oh?
The bear man sat up straighter and looked at Roland with interest.

"'What I thought'? Tell me, Roland."

"I don't know, Fernandez. It can't be more than power and wealth? The Inspectorate has the most detectives, followed by consultants - I heard from Enid... I heard from Lady Enid Jutia -"

Fernandez: "...you better respect my boss in front of me."

"Ok."

Roland nodded obediently and paused: "I'll listen to my lover."

Fernandez punched him.

"…The number of advisors is limited. Just like 'captains' and 'lieutenants'. Perhaps, you think Ms. Valentine wants us to use this sordid case to remove Francis Whittle from his advisory position - while he is still known as a genius?"

Fernandez nodded.

"You finally have some normal human logic."

Roland: ...

"But that's not the correct answer," the bear man grinned, his smile not so sincere: "...Julie Valentine definitely didn't do it for the position of consultant. Roland, the reason why I said she did it for 'selfish desires' is that..."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

"Her child."

"Child?" Roland was startled.

"Child," Fernandez touched his pocket, then touched Roland's pocket, took out a cigar from the adjutant's small leather box, lit a few matches to roast it, and tore off the cigar cap with his teeth: "... She once had a child. You also know what her father does. Naturally, the daughter will follow in her father's footsteps..."

Military Intelligence Bureau.

It's a busy place.

"Busy, busy, busy to death. I can't survive there for half a day. You see, when a woman is busy, she can't take care of her children either."

"Servant?" Roland asked.

"This shows that you don't quite understand what the Military Intelligence Agency is like," Fernandez said in a light voice, "... She entrusted the child to the care of a 'best friend' - a professional, skilled friend who even owns a small orphanage... I don't want to go into details, you probably know how the story ends."

This is not a good ending.

"That's why I said 'selfish desire' - I'm not surprised by your friendship with her. As long as she's a beautiful woman, you can always make friends with her through strange cases..."

Roland was helpless: "Fernandez."

Fernandez waved his hand: "That's a private matter between you. Roland, I just want to tell you... Do you remember who picked you up on the day you came out of the Supervisory Bureau? Julie Valentine is not that simple - she has a very troubled father, and she herself is also a troubled person..."

"If you haven't used the battering ram yet... there's still time. My personal advice, stay away from her."

Roland: ...He was indeed contaminated by the city of London.

a year ago.

He had no idea what the word "battering ram" meant.

"There was nothing going on between us - no, there was not even a friendship between us, Fernandez. It was just a transaction."

The captain glanced at him sideways and made a pig-like grunt in his throat.

"'It's just a deal between us' - there's no other bailiff in the City of London except you, right? Julie Valentine can talk to Lady Enid, but she has to talk to you, right?"

There is always some subtle jealousy in the sarcasm.

"From the beginning, I didn't support you and your friends investigating the 'dead cat case' - there are dead bodies everywhere in the city, and there are a few more cats, what's so rare about that."

Ok.

You were there first.

Roland sighed and spoke in the most pretentious tone he had ever heard:
"Okay, Fernandez. But even if I have a new lover, what's there to be happy about? I should be jealous of you... You have a 'crystal bead woven by a woman' - if you wear it for two years, you will become immortal... Oh my God! White crystal! I can't afford one in my lifetime..."

Fernandez tried to strangle him with his belt.

"Shut up. That's the difference between us! The difference between a girl and a grown woman - they don't know how to take care of people as well as a maid!"

That's a stretch, Captain.

"That's right, they don't even know White Crystal—"

Outside the carriage.

The driver suddenly felt a shake.

Several muffled sounds.

"Both of you?"

He pulled the rope with one hand, turned his head and shouted something to the back.

moment.

Someone answered gruffly.

"…just a cockroach."

The driver grumbled twice and didn't ask any more questions. Just as he was about to turn back, he heard someone shouting in the carriage:
"The cockroach is carrying a white crystal."

dong dong——

It shook violently a few more times.

Coachman: ...

The welcoming ceremony at Paradise was in line with Mrs. Amelia's usual frugal style, with only two nurses waiting at the door - this was also the first time Roland saw the grown-up Miss Rose.

“That’s so fake.”

"I could almost hear them both wailing - no criminal who deserves to be hanged would have to endure such torture the night before."

Roland smiled and waved to Kingsley who was waiting in the distance, then turned to Rose who was standing next to Mrs. Burns with an expectant look on her face.

"You look so beautiful today."

"Really?" The girl lifted the end of her curly hair and coughed twice: "...what else?"

While Roland was pausing, Kingsley stepped forward and greeted him.

"Good day, Miss Shelley."

Rose: ...

"You're here early." The girl smiled and bent her knees.

Kingsley took out his pocket watch, looked at Rose, then looked at Roland, and couldn't help but look suspicious: "Isn't the time... just right...?"

"You are such an idiot, how dare you break up him and the nurse?"

(End of this chapter)