The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 969 Ch.968 Fernandez's Sorrow

The way to stop a person from getting angry is to question him instead.

Roland learned something today.

However, this method doesn't work on a few people, perhaps just because of their identity as executives?
In short, Fernandez really has a way.

"From the time you started working until today, Roland, I seem to have been cleaning up your mess... Why do you always get into trouble?"

When Rose helped the sick lady to another room to rest, Fernandez twisted his index finger into a drill and started drilling a hole in Roland's shoulder: "I told you to end it as soon as possible - if you must kill these caregivers and servants, no problem - we have our own black cell..."

Fernandez stood in front of Roland, as if he wanted to see through the gauze-like golden mist and see the soul in the honey river.

Have it?

"But that would be incomplete, Fernandez." Roland drooped his eyes and replied dryly. He no longer looked like the 'god' that Florence had just seen - pitiful and annoying.

"…What do you mean by 'incomplete'?"

Fernandez asked unhappily.

"The story is incomplete - don't you think," Roland held up two fingers and drew a semicircle left and right: "This is complete?"

Fernandez: ?
"What are you talking about, Roland?" He looked at Roland's gestures, and after a moment of stunned silence...

Gradually, a sadness emerged in his eyes.

As a captain.

Fernandez was happy to see his lieutenant take charge one day.

And as a friend.

He was so conflicted that he never wanted to see this day.

because…

Just like it is now.

The Way takes away a certain part of what it means to be human.

"Holy Flame" is mercy, and "Saint" is evil.

The ritualists of the Ring of Eternal Silence will constantly lose their desire for "life", and the "thunder and lightning" of the Church of Justice?
Think of the name of a denomination.

It was hard for Fernandez de Winson not to feel sad when he realized this - because he had almost watched Roland grow up.

From the time he first saw what "mystery" meant, to the time he went to the training ground and got beaten up all day. From the time he began to show his talent, to the time he could fight against me without losing -

at last.

He started to 'change'...

This is the impact of the road.

He had gained a lot, and now he was about to lose it.

Regrettably.

Roland was on a path without a crown god. This not only meant that he had no great rituals to perform, but also meant that no one knew what the part of his 'trait' (qualification) that had disappeared was.

usually.

——Observation on Fernandez.

Most of the ritualists of the Non-Crown God Road are crazy and very similar to "Fate".

Roland...

"Fernandez?"

The captain turned his back to him, rubbed his eyes heavily, looked at the man and woman whispering in the corner, and changed the subject.

"You shouldn't let mortals get involved."

"Kingsley is my friend."

"It's precisely because he is your friend, Roland, that you shouldn't let him get involved," Fernandez sighed, "You don't want to know how it feels - watching your relatives or friends get hurt, but being unable to do anything..."

"Is it 'death'?" Roland took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Fernandez, looking at the man and woman who were helping each other to stand up in the corner. He waved at Kingsley, but the latter ignored him.

"You are right to understand it. Can you accept the death of your friend? Died because of you?"

"can."

"I knew you couldn't, so—" The voice paused, Fernandez turned around and looked at Roland as if he was looking at a flying rabbit: "…What did you say?"

"I said, 'No.'"

"That's not what you just said."

"You heard me wrong, Fernandez."

………………

When Kingsley helped Florence to the table, Fernandez briefly introduced himself to her - and thanked Florence for everything she had done, and said that if she needed any help, she could come to the courtroom.

She was one of the bravest women he had ever met.

"It seems he hasn't seen many women."

Florence was not hurt at all in this ghostly massacre—at most she sprained her ankle.

She didn't abuse those kids.

But she thought, if she didn't have that golden spear, her fate would not be much better than Amelia's...

and many more.

Amelia?

The girl turned back in horror and discovered that the "human-faced sea urchin" still maintained its original appearance - Amelia was still alive.

Not only that.

The blood plasma and body parts that covered the walls disappeared without a trace at some point - everything I saw before me was no different from usual.

It's as if nothing happened.

"I told you, that was their trick." Kingsley seemed to see Florence's surprise and spoke with a straight face.

"If you comfort someone without simultaneously belittling them," Roland teased, "you'll be one step closer to perfection, Kingsley."

Kingsley looked at Roland in surprise and said, "Do you think I'm a mirror?"

This made Florence laugh out loud.

"She has to live for half a month, at least."

Fernandez looked at the sea urchin and said, "If I find something here next...it will be even more fun for her."

He asked Florence where their office area was and how many cellars there were.

"I'll take you there, sir."

Florence said.

"I know Lady Amelia's bedroom, the study where she always stays—and I want to ask, gentlemen, what are you going to do with the children here?"

She turned around and led the way, then suddenly turned back, standing in front of Fernandez like a wall that could block anything.

"These poor little ones who can't even speak clearly can't be cultists, right? They can go back to their parents...right sir?"

Obviously.

Some impressions are not so easy to change.

Especially the executive officers.

…………

……

Amelia's living room was unusually simple.

It is not relative simplicity, but simplicity close to that of the poor.

In her bedroom, Kingsley found dozens of letters—all from the same person, signed with the expected name.

Dr. John Whittle.

Since the words used in the letter were mostly cryptic, it was obvious that both parties had agreed on some special words in advance to prevent irreversible consequences if the letter was lost.

Kingsley noticed a special letter among them: it had not yet been completed and sent.

The word "ritual" was mentioned above.

An undisguised 'ritual'.

——Perhaps Amelia had not decided whether to talk about this matter, the letter was stained with large ink stains and was eventually left in a pile of messy manuscript papers.

"Only half an afternoon."

Kingsley compared the outgoing and incoming letters, his eyes moving slowly through the characters one by one.

“…With the wisdom of these two, perhaps it will take less time.”

Just as Roland was about to speak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Florence rushed in and pointed to the far end of the forked room:
"A sheep!"

(End of this chapter)