The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 973: The Robbers of the Court
Julie Valentine was generous.

The Inquisition and the Supervisory Bureau had such "clashes" from time to time (much less in the past ten years), and as long as the orphanage was "cleaned up", she would be happy to give Roland some convenience: no one knew more about the Iron Cavalry's ring-raising ceremony than she did.

She dared to say this because of her last name.

In this way, Roland roughly understood that she was indeed not targeting Francis Whittle - what kind of genius was that?
As a genius friend (Xandel), Roland is still very curious about the standards of the Supervisory Bureau's boasting.

"A few words will make it clear, Mr. Collins."

In the office, Valentine seemed a little embarrassed, and his tone rose: "Countryside, landowner, London, dignity."

Roland understood immediately.

"That's a very difficult man to deal with - especially after he was given the title of 'genius'. Does he also look at people with his chin?"

Valentine smiled: "It seems that you have encountered such a... Mr. Trouble in your life."

"Genius, wealth, ideals, and wisdom." Roland answered her in the same way.

The curly-haired woman folded her arms and looked at Roland. The admiration in her eyes almost made her want to speak: "I won't forget someone I just met a few days ago."

Roland blinked: "So, what's his name?"

Valentine raised his chin, pretending to be angry in surprise: "You haven't learned to be considerate of ladies yet."

"Not at this distance." Roland shot back lightly.

This left Julie Valentine completely helpless.

At her age, if she said something more obscene in this one-on-one interaction, it would probably convey another misleading meaning - that she was interested in Enid Jutia's little lover, but she didn't intend to give her a good show in this way.

"The Iron Knight's leveling ceremony is not like the Holy Flame. To be honest, there is nothing to keep secret - you can buy it elsewhere, it just costs more."

Julie took out a thin cigarette and held it between her lips, then struck a match.

The rouge on her thick lips was too bright, and the thin gray cigarette was like a short arrow piercing her heart.

"I know, ma'am. But that's too much trouble. I can't keep asking until the eighth ring."

Julie was stunned for a moment before she understood what the other party meant.

Shameless.

He wants a ring-raising ceremony from one to eight rings?

"Do you think it's possible?" The woman was so angry that she laughed.

Roland said sincerely: "The newspaper said that if people are serious enough and work hard, they will succeed."

"That's what the master says to coax the slave," Julie sneered, "Three rings. I can only give you the second and third rings of the ring-raising ceremony."

"Five rings."

"Three rings, Mr. Collins. The ceremony for the higher rings is different."

"Our friendship was meant to be special."

"I never gave anyone 'different' except the one under my crotch... not even Enid."

Roland was silent for a while, then he crossed his legs and leaned forward, still maintaining a strong desire for knowledge in his eyes: "Can I ask what's the 'difference'?"

Julie Valentine: …

She suddenly had the urge to pick up a candlestick and smash it at someone - if there was one in the office.

How could this man be so obscene and yet so infuriating?

"…Only three rings. Okay, tell me about your 'friend'…I'm curious about everyone who has the qualifications of the 'Iron Cavalry'. You don't plan to introduce it to the army? Or come to the Inspectorate - we have a ceremony to reach the eighth ring."

"That's my maid, Julie."

This time, Valentine was really surprised.

"You plan to upgrade your servant?"

Roland asked why not.

"The name of the second ring of "Iron Cavalry" is "Battlefield Messenger"——" The smoking woman adjusted her sitting posture and stretched her two matching long legs forward, revealing her slender ankles under the trouser line and the purple lace stockings wrapped around her ankles.

"Not to mention the 'blood and flesh power' that the original 'Iron Cavalry' path constantly brings to the ritualist, the second ring 'Battlefield Messenger' will allow the ritualist to awaken a very dangerous ability: to transmit information through markings."

"Mr. Collins, do you know what this means?"

Roland understood and nodded heavily: "It means that when breakfast is ready, Halida doesn't have to come upstairs to call me. She can wake me up just by marking me - she can use this time to iron a few more clothes... clothes?" Julie stared at Roland for half a minute, trying to tell whether the balloon on his shoulder was a beautiful balloon.

"It means that your servants are no longer safe, Mr. Collins. No, I am not kidding you. Human desires are endless. In this regard, I am afraid I have seen more than your lover who can be a 'mother' -"

Valentine said this happens all the time.

"If you only let her stay in the first ring, maybe, maybe she can always love you. But if you insist on helping her open the door to the second ring, the third ring, the fourth ring, there will always be a night of thunder, she will be soaked, her soul torn by the thunder, and she will think about this problem."

"'I've given enough, when?'"

"When she started thinking about this question, it meant that she already had the answer in her heart..."

"'Right now.'"

Valentine was talking about something very practical. Unfortunately, Roland was an impractical person.

"There's a difference between us."

"There is no 'difference' between men and women," Valentine switched legs and put another item on the table: "Regarding the 'animal carcass', you and your detective friend can go around the Church of Justice..."

Valentine said.

"My people have seen it over there - according to the people of the Church of Justice, it was a 'thin shadow'... carrying a few dead cats. If it wasn't for the Thunderstorm Festival, we wouldn't want to deal with those mean spirits..."

Valentine obviously hadn't realized the seriousness of this 'insignificant' case: Kingsley roughly calculated that in ten days, the number of dead wild cats in the city had far exceeded the number they had seen in the entire quarter.

If it weren't for the ritual, Kingsley could only guess that the whole case was related to rats - and there were indeed more rats recently.

The other possibilities are too small.

"Tall shadow..." Roland murmured.

"Maybe you're a ritualist who hates cats and dogs," Julie Valentine squinted at him. "I never thought you had the same taste as those cat meat vendors."

It is impossible for an 'individual' to do such a thing.

Roland thought about it, and the water in his head began to bubble up - he was really not suitable for doing this kind of thing.

Twenty minutes later.

Julie Valentine handed Roland the Iron Knight's Ring Raising Ceremony: Ring Two and Ring Three.

Two thin sheets of paper.

"The Iron Cavalry's Ring-raising Ceremony is much simpler than other roads. As long as you can be ruthless, come in."

The detective bowed and walked into the room, glanced at Roland, and quickly walked around to Valentine, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Roland understood.

He stood up and gestured to go out and wait.

The door was gently closed from the outside.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Half a minute later.

The more Julie Valentine listened, the more something seemed to be wrong.

"...Golden goat? You mean, a different species...Golden goat?!"

"That's right, ma'am. Unfortunately, we got the news too late..." the detective said regretfully.

There is a golden goat in the orphanage, and that woman has the nerve to let her lover come to my office to ask for a ring-raising ceremony?!
Valentine pushed the man aside, eyes blazing, and nearly ripped the door from its frame.

Enid Jutia!

Roland Collins!!

He opened the door angrily.

Outside.

There is no one.

At the end of the corridor, Julie could vaguely catch a glimpse of the braids dangling like a tail, the emerald green hair ring, and their owner: a humanoid bastard holding a paper and a cane, running for his life.

(End of this chapter)