The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 138 Ch.137 Knife

Based on Roland's 'past experience', he speculated that when faced with cultists and alien species, the executioner's style should be similar.

For example, facing Miss Kate Pacetti.

They need to worry about some impacts, some decent or dishonorable behaviors, and try to be friendly and cautious to handle tasks again and again.

But Ms. Enid’s words today seem to mean that the court’s approach will change.

He didn't know clearly, but looking at the faces of Fernandez and Crow, he knew that this must be something...

Good thing?

The two of them were obviously going to the training ground to get beaten, but their faces were full of excitement.

After Xander left, Roland went to Fernandez's office and waited for nearly an hour before Mr. Silly Man limped back from the training ground - it seemed that the rumors were false and had not really broken.

There was a bruise on his face, as if he had been hit by a small fist.

Can't lift my arms.

He grinned, and there were burn marks of varying degrees on his arms.

Half of her already short hair was completely bald.

The clothes were covered in burn marks and holes.

He opened the door and glared at Roland.

Especially when I saw someone, Shi Shiran, sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of his own treasured black tea - he also made two slices of bread.

"You're quite comfortable."

He pulled out the chair with a ferocious but very slow expression...

Let your butt touch the seat.

"hiss…"

"What's wrong, Fernandez?" Roland heard him gasp and wondered: "Isn't the room warm enough?"

"Shut your mouth."

"OK."

Fernandez gets angry when he sees him like that.

"You should also go to the training ground with us, Roland."

"Why? I'm not cold."

Fernandez: ...

"I really don't know if this is a good thing..."

Fernandez muttered.

He didn't know whether this sudden 'change' was good or bad.

"We...Fernandez, I don't understand what the lady just said." Roland asked: "...We, the lady, mean, what should we change?"

He was not aware of the Tribunal’s past ‘style’.

Although he had heard a lot today, in total, he had only participated in one mission.

What ‘change’?

Change what?

"Isn't the way we treated Mrs. Kate Pacetti right?"

He thought that was the right thing to do...right?

Fernandez rummaged in the drawer, found a crumpled cigarette and lit it.

"Well, let's talk about it. Do you think the four rings, the third ring, the first ring, the apprentice - the four of us, treat her correctly?"

"Forget it." Roland thought for a moment: "Considering Mrs. Kate Pacetti's...'husband', there is no need for us to conflict with her. To be honest, it's just a few unpleasant words, will it really hurt us? ?"

“I don’t even think that’s ‘unpalatable’.”

“Getting the job done is the most important thing.”

Fernandez knew Roland's past, so he was not surprised that he could say such a thing.

He induced:

"Kate Pacetti is just a mistress - she is not even a nobleman or a wealthy businessman. She is just an insignificant mistress with no status. She may symbolize face, but if she causes big trouble, the Baron will not really help her. Just a supportive mistress.”

"And we are the ritualists."

"A ritualist with power beyond mortals."

"Don't you wonder why she dares to talk to us like this?"

"A mortal, for four ritualists who have mastered extraordinary power...is the wording a bit inappropriate?"

Roland could understand what Fernandez meant.

"But we are not working for her, Fernandez." Roland blinked and retorted softly: "Even if she insults us, insults, and uses the most vicious words - we should still deal with the alien and complete the tasks assigned by the trial court. Our mission.”

"We are the sword for cultists and alien beings."

"'Kill evil,' that is what we believe in and what is mentioned most in the teachings. No matter what others think of us - we do not live for them, Fernandez. We do not live by the tongue, Don’t live in contempt.”

"Should we care about these words?"

"We only look at the holy fire-like faith in our hearts. Under the bright light, we can't see anything except judgment."

Fernandez stared at him for a long time with no expression on his face.

Then.

Fernandez: "Tell the truth."

Roland: "I want to twist her head off."

Fernandez: "Yeah."

The two of them were silent.

"This is what Lady Enid meant by 'change'."

He hesitated, remembering the beating he had taken... and what he had talked about with Lady Enid on the training ground.

"I didn't know whether I should tell you. But Lady Enid said I should tell you."

Fernandez: "What is the Inquisition?"

Roland: "The sword that destroys cultists and alien species."

Fernandez: "We are fighting on the front lines, fighting the most dangerous things. We deserve the respect of knowledgeable people, right?"

"…yes?"

Roland hesitated.

Because in everything he has encountered so far, there is absolutely no 'respect'.

Fernandez held a cigarette in his mouth and spoke in a calm voice.

About the Inquisition, the Church, the Monastery, the Council of Truth.

To put it simply, it is the relationship between the knife and the person holding the knife.

The Inquisition is the sword.

Can a knife have a mind?

cannot.

Can a knife have its own property?

cannot.

Can a knife exist independently of its wielder?

cannot.

Can a knife hurt the friend of the knife wielder?

cannot.

Can a knife disobey its wielder?

knife…

A knife is a knife.

It cannot own property, it cannot have ideas, it cannot exist independently of the person holding the knife, it cannot make its own decisions.

Once these are obtained, the knife holder will need to change his knife.

But what if…

What should I do if I can’t change it?

Find a way to break it.

Find a way to let it cut something harder than itself.

Find a way to make everyone hate it.

In this situation, some particularly 'smart and capable' people in the Tribunal suddenly changed from 'executive officers' to 'police detectives' of the Supervisory Bureau or 'monks' of the church, or even to some big shots. Friend', 'guard' or 'squire' of a certain family.

A hound with a collar and a leash.

The "Holy Flame" does not only exist in the Inquisition.

The Inquisition is not the only one capable of hunting down cultists and alien species.

Anyone who cared a little bit about it was transferred away.

"It's not like no one has ever done this - twisting off the heads of nobles." Fernandez's voice became deeper.

He held a cigarette between his arms, and his vision was obscured by the swirling smoke.

"Major crime: Keshihai."

"He not only killed the nobles, but also their mistresses, wives, and children. He also killed two five-ring executioners - I think you should have guessed it."

"A case I haven't finished telling you before."

"The wraith in that town."

Fernandez looked a little unhappy, and he had very complicated views on this ‘former executive’:

"In fact, our executive officers did not make an effective and correct response at that time - those two fools chose their future and chose to protect the interests of those masters. Not only that, they also cowardly chose to avoid the war ”

"When Keshihai arrived, too many people had died in the town - ha, guess what? The nobles were safe and sound."

"Just because of the wrong choices made by two cowards."

"Just because they covet those yellow coins, covet those promises that people don't know whether they will be fulfilled, covet the gorgeous future in their own imagination, and want to protect themselves——"

Fernandez and Crow have been to the scene.

He remembered the knife marks on the noble's face hanging on the street lamp.

It was a question left by Keshihai.

The marks go deep into the bone.

——‘We, are, right? ’

Keshihai...

"The two executives he killed are representatives of this type of people, Roland." Fernandez said with a heavy expression: "When they found out that their boss, Enid Judiya, did not attack anyone with a knife. When people have the slightest sense of antagonism..."

"When they discovered that the so-called judgment only exists in the soles of the powerful..."

"When they understand that they are not judges, but no different from those black-skinned policemen..."

"Their mentality just changes."

"The Inquisition cannot protect the Executive. They have the right to choose another way out."

"Choose better."

Fernandez wasn’t blaming Enid, he was speaking frankly.