The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 996: Poison Arrow
"Where are you from?"

silence.

"What is the purpose of kidnapping my lady?"

silence.

"Participants in the dead animal case?"

silence.

"Why did you take her into the carriage? Where are you taking her?"

silence.

For believers who are infected and transformed by their faith, physical punishment cannot pry open the mouth of their souls.

Even the Executors, the group of people who most often face cultists in the Empire, rarely have any way to deal with them - the fire can purify their evil and filthy souls, but it cannot allow the interrogators to get the answers they want.

Compared to the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, the cultists of the Black Urn are much more mysterious.

These people are more "well-behaved" and less likely to cause trouble. Even throughout the year, few of them will fall into the executive officer's net.

Tom could sense that this woman's attitude toward Rose was different - to be honest, if she really wanted to do something, Rose would have become a nest of some insects before he could rescue her.

But he couldn't take such a risk.

The Black Urn is more dangerous than the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

"Leave me alone with her for a while."

"Miss."

"At least my last name is 'Shelley' now, right?"

Old Tom looked at Rose and didn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, the terrifying cultist who could drive people crazy without showing up was soaked by William in a barrel half a person's height: her legs were chopped off from the knees, and her ten fingers were crushed into meat paste.

The room was filled with a tooth-aching smell.

The liquid gushed out dark brown blood.

To deal with the "plague", you can't let them have any "distraction" - by the way, William's "good method" was learned from the Inquisition. The group of black crows used this method to deal with the monsters in the Cradle of Flesh and Blood:
High concentrations of acid, or a burning flame.

Not fatal, but not 'alive' either.

Rose had no objection to this - she had indeed promised that crybaby to help choose a savior: to save the mortals harmed by his followers...

But she also disliked the cultists of the Black Urn.

Poison arrows killed several of her men.

Old Tom rubbed his temples. "Listen, kid. You shouldn't believe every word the cult bastards say. They won't tell you anything except their crazy beliefs. The Shelleys have plenty of friends and are not afraid of these bastards in the gutter..."

"I have an executive friend, Tom," Rose stepped forward and shook the old man's hand. "Let me be alone with her for a while... just for a while. If you want to know anything later, I'll tell you, okay?"

Tom frowned, hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at the woman in the barrel, turned around and walked out.

Only Poison Arrow and Rose were left in the narrow room.

"I'm going to die." Dujian said in a hoarse voice.

Only her head was exposed outside the barrel, and the constant invading pain made it impossible for her to mobilize the strength in her body smoothly - she could do nothing but wait for herself to completely melt in the acid.

"You asked for it," Rose said.

"The child of destiny chosen by our God will sooner or later understand the responsibilities and missions he shoulders..." She looked at the girl in front of her and smiled more and more frighteningly: "Sooner or later...sooner or later you will understand...and become one of us..."

Rose was a little impatient: "I told you, ma'am. There may be a misunderstanding between us - I am not the one you are looking for, nor the one chosen by you, the Sons of Pus... To be honest, if you want, you can be the 'chosen' one now - are you willing?"

Yes.

If you want to be that 'special', 'chosen' one - now is the time.

Do you want to?

To Rose's surprise, Du Arrow actually nodded.

She looked at the stunned girl with teasing eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Of course I agree, Vansittart. Then, please give me the gift of my god... You have completely gotten rid of this trouble... right? Come... come quickly..."

After saying that, she waited quietly for Rose to make a decision.

——It’s not really a choice.

Rose could see that she did it on purpose, and she knew it, Rose could see it.

They both had a tacit understanding about where "little Roland" belonged.

"Put it in my mouth, let me chew it, swallow it, let it struggle in my stomach, let it scream that you abandoned it - Vansittart, if you didn't want it, you shouldn't have rejected me...right?" Poison Arrow almost laughed to death.

Too immature.

Vansittart.

If you can't even give up now, when will you really make a choice and give it to the right person - this person...

Will it appear again?
Of course she heard Rose's words clearly: I just haven't chosen the right person yet. I have made a covenant with your gods.

Oh…

Gods…

There is no need for a 'postman'.

If He could give the bacteria to Lillian Rose Vansittart, He could give it to anyone.

Rose silently stared at little Roland who was shaking his head wildly in her palm, but she did not hesitate much in her heart.

No.

She couldn't leave little Roland to the poison arrows.

because…

Because of what.

Because she was too ugly, because she was dying, because she was a cultist whose identity had been exposed. Because she had no prospects, no future, because she was not "strong" enough to protect little Roland - because of various reasons, because there was only one "because":
Because she didn't want to.

"...I will not follow your path. Frankly, Ms. Poison Arrow, I cannot stand the things you enjoy so much." Rose was very restrained and did not use more unpleasant words, trying her best to make the other party understand what she meant.

The poison arrows are meaningful.

“What can’t you stand, Vansittart?” she asked.

"of course--"

Of course…

The word "filth" that was about to come out of Rose's mouth left a faint minty scent in her throat and trachea.

Poison Arrow smiled brightly.

look.

soon…

Destiny will take you where you should go.

"For the sake of the world, Vansittart. Their faith should be entrusted to a truly powerful great man who can bring them happiness..."

Rose was still immersed in the 'mint'.

She rubbed her nose and stared at the innocent looking mycelium figure in her palm: "You did it?"

'Of course not me.'

'But I should be smelling the stench now.'

'Your nose is broken.'

Little Roland refused to admit it.

Even if Rose threatened to throw it away, it would never admit what it had done - even now, throwing it into that woman's stinky mouth.

Rose wouldn't really do that.

Little Roland knew it clearly.

"Wait until I'm free, and let the real Roland teach you a lesson... You seem to like his friend very much, don't you? That candle?"

The mycelium in the palm of my hand silently bent down and hugged its head.

Roll yourself into a round pearl, rolling and rolling...

It was pulled into a thin silver bracelet.

Tied to Rose's wrist.

Never said another word again.

Rose: ...

(End of this chapter)