The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 971: The Forgotten Man

In the afternoon when Kingsley was chanting spells over the letters like a madman, Fernandez and Roland formally paid a visit to Mr. John Whittle, and while shouting "My brother is a detective", they showed him a little bit what a well-trained executive officer is.

They found many letters in Whittle's room - surprisingly, in addition to communicating with Amelia, this licensed doctor who could issue legal death certificates was also doing similar things with the directors of several orphanages and poorhouses.

There is such a need in orphanages.

The same thing happened in the workhouse.

For example, the deaths of some boys and girls who were not even ten years old were so unbelievable that it was hard to believe that they were 'accidental deaths' - who would dislocate their jaw first and then choke themselves to death on a carrot?
That's what John Whittle did.

Make a lot of money.

At the same time, Fernandez also found that he was helping some people with low social status and a little wealth to stay out of prison.

Through his brother.

This is the second big pot.

Many names were mentioned in the letter.

"I'm not a cultist! You have no right to judge me!"

Fernandez flipped through the stack of letters in his hand and told Roland to turn the man over - face down, so that he couldn't glare at him with his donkey-like eyes.

"Let me see...you have three more lovers?"

John Whittle was right, he was not a cultist and was not under the jurisdiction of the executive officer.

Fernandez looked down at the man squirming on the ground.

"We have arrested a group of cultists, Mr. Whittle. The owner of Paradise, Ms. Amelia - have you heard of this name?"

John Whittle wasn't too stupid.

"I have heard of it, sir. You have the letter in your hand. We have correspondence - but what does this prove? Are all the friends of a heretic a heretic?"

"It's hard to say. You have to come back to the court with us."

The man who was still squirming on the ground raised his head with all his strength, revealing his swollen face, and gnashed his teeth: "This is how you invite people? My brother is a detective from the Supervisory Bureau..."

Roland disagreed.

What's so great about this.

"My uncle is the owner of a perfume shop."

…………

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Fernandez was smarter than Roland (although he highly doubted that his lieutenant had any such wisdom at all), and he knew the importance of the golden goat to any sect: he asked Roland to take John Whittle straight to the Tribunal, while he turned back to take over the golden goat guarded by Kingsley and Rose.

Roland rarely noticed a look of surprise on Enid's face.

"This is the golden goat, Roland. Do you know how much the church is willing to pay for it?"

"I don't think it has to be sold to the church?"

"Why not? One is enough for us."

As they talked, they sat down on the sofa next to each other very naturally.

“We and the Church are not…”

"The golden goat does not increase their strength. On the contrary - do you know what the problem with this alien is?"

"Trade? Fernandez told me."

Enid raised her eyebrows, turned her head and looked at her subordinates who had been standing at the door for who knows how long.

"…Oh, good day, Devinson. Did you come back together?"

Fernandez: ...

"I'm afraid I'm disturbing your work..." Fernandez muttered softly, and walked slowly into the office, staring straight at Roland, trying to teach him a lesson with his eyes: "Roland Collins, his detective friend Mr. Kingsley, and I found this alien in an orphanage..."

The process was not complicated, and Roland also supplemented the part about Julie Valentine. When it came to John Whittle in this case, Fernandez still had to consult Enid, after all, this was related to the "face" of the Inspectorate.

"You have to consider the face of the Inquisition, Fernandez. This is not ten years ago."

Enid didn't blame them for bringing John Whittle in and making him the unnecessary part - besides, she knew full well that this case had nothing to do with Fernandez.

"Amelia came into contact with and raised alien species, and used them for profit. It's hard for Whittle, who was close to her, to be innocent... As for the baby, they are already worthy of being hanged."

Fernandez nodded and asked again:
"The Supervisory Bureau will take action soon... Whittle... Lady Enid, he is Francis Whittle's brother, should we..."

Enid took the letter and opened one to read it.

After a moment, he looked up at Fernandez and curled his lips playfully: "If you really don't want the Tribunal and the Supervisory Bureau to confront each other, you shouldn't let Roland drag you into this case."

Fernandez felt a little embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed.

He scratched his thigh, hesitating, "It was too late when I found out," "Roland insisted on doing this," "I tried to stop him," "That's the sword's duty" -

Enid knew Fernandez de Winsson better than Roland did.

"Julie Valentine..."

The judge thought of the curly-haired woman with an extraordinary background, she...

I must have had a lot of dealings with Enid Jutia in the past.

"What deal did you make?" she asked Roland.

Roland: "Dead animals, Enid. My friend is investigating cases of dead animals in London..."

"Too little," Enid shook her head. She didn't care about the case. "The judge in the court wanted more than that. She probably knew there was something wrong with Amelia, but she didn't notice the existence of the golden goat. Roland, go to the Supervisory Bureau now to discuss compensation..."

"My maids were preparing for the Ring-raising Ceremony, and they happened to have one."

"Iron Cavalry and Assassin?" Enid thought for a moment: "It has to be before the Golden Goat is exposed. Otherwise, she won't admit it..."

This is obvious.

If Julie Valentine knew about the existence of the "Golden Goat", not to mention the advisor, she would probably ask the bishop to lead several teams to break into the orphanage overnight - although this is an exaggeration, it is indeed not Roland and Fernandez's turn.

"I'll go now."

Roland knew that this matter could not be concealed for too long, so he stood up, nodded to Fernandez, and left in a hurry.

"So."

Now, there are only two people left in the office.

Enid looked across at the worried men. She had rarely seen this look on Fernandez's face.

"My captain, is there anything you want to talk to me about in private?"

Devinson didn't say goodbye, obviously he had something to do.

"Sir..." Fernandez rubbed his hands, feeling a little embarrassed: "Don't you think... don't you think... Roland is becoming more and more... like a human being?"

Enid crossed her arms and leaned back. "Oh? I didn't notice that, Fernandez. Who does he look like?"

There was a dead silence.

As the 'captain', a brother or sister in the Inquisition - definitely not just a brother in name only, he should conceal the truth for Roland Collins.

But the close relationship between Enid Julia and Roland Collins made him hesitate. Perhaps... telling his boss about it might help Roland...

At least.

This is the Eight Rings Ritualist.

Roland's...lover? Or Mistress Enid's...lover?
In any case, before they abandon each other, Lady Enid should...probably...be willing to...pay attention to Roland's condition?
When asked, "Who does he look like?", Fernandez spoke in a voice so soft that it couldn't blow away the flame on the top of the candle:

"Like Keshihai, sir."

(End of this chapter)