The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 168 Ch.167 Familiar Name

From beginning to end, Roland did not know the name of the messenger.

But he knew his fate.

He was stepped on by countless pairs of leather boots (Roland kicked him in the butt), and then, stripped naked, screaming "barbarian" while being thrown into the busy street.

In short, the ending was very pleasant.

As for why Enid wanted to kill the Heyman brothers and sisters, Roland felt that Wrench made sense.

Because the Inquisition needed to move completely.

Killing Heyman meant that there was no choice - perhaps that was the view of the supreme person.

Only those who had no choice were worthy of trust...

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These powerful people are really complicated, Wrench.

"You would rather be a happy little fool, right?"

Except for the stripped messenger, the fate of the two detectives was acceptable - especially Julie. She was disarmed, and two boxes of ceramic bullets were found on her body: Enid handed them over to Fernandez, who handed them over to Roland.

‘Enid said that Julie is now even with you.’

Roland laughed for half a minute.

To be honest, he almost forgot about it.

“Is this how the people in the Inquisition behave?”

In short, most of the ‘guests’ at the banquet were not killed, except for the Heyman brothers and sisters who were burned to death.

Roland didn’t know what Enid and Victoria talked about in terms of the specific treatment.

But only two people were released after treatment and purification.

One was George Sutherland Benevento, the target of Shandel and Roland at the banquet that day.

Fernandez said that he dared to guarantee with his own head that the old gentleman would never have any involvement with the cultists, especially the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

And the investigation results were indeed so.

The interrogators of the Inquisition pried open the mouth of the cultist and got a name.

The name of a maid from a small merchant's house.

This maid led to a large number of men.

One of the drivers was from the Benevento family.

Then, they found that the driver had been in close contact with another servant recently - he was the servant of the second person to be released.

A name that Roland was familiar with but unfamiliar with.

Philip Chanderson.

After treatment, the two were invited to a separate lounge.

Three days later, when Roland came to the court again, he was stopped by Fernandez.

He and the priest had to go through the longest corridor and a narrow corridor to the second floor of the building.

Before the two innocent people left the court, Fernandez wanted to see them.

It was just right for Roland to learn, so that he would have less trouble in the future.

"To be honest, the court should hire some servants who are quick and skillful."

There was dust everywhere.

"Then you have to tell Lady Enid." Fernandez wiped the wall with his finger: "I think we will have money soon."

The two were released so quickly not only because they were innocent or the bailiffs of the Tribunal were efficient-

but also because they paid a lot of money.

George Sutherland Benevento "donated" 5,000 pounds to the Tribunal.

Philip Chandson donated 3,000 pounds.

Not the church, but the Tribunal.

These donations allowed them to enjoy hot tea and cakes in a separate, warm room on the second floor, and no longer be treated harshly, and leave decently today.

"Before, these jingling good things could not reach our pockets."

Fernandez was quite resentful when he mentioned this.

Generally speaking, once such a situation occurs, the church or the authorities will send someone to take the person away-what kind of punishment will be imposed afterwards, and even half a penny, has nothing to do with the Tribunal.

Oh, the church will allocate some money as a reward for the bailiff.

What is the specific number?

One out of a hundred.

"Lady Enid never paid attention to these 'trivial matters', never stopped or expressed dissatisfaction... Alas."

Fernandez was referring to the previous few years.

This behavior also made most of the executive officers increasingly disappointed with the Inquisition and the Chief Judge.

Until recently.

A drastic change.

"We don't have to care too much about the church and the blue-blooded nobles now."

The money naturally fell into the pocket of the Inquisition.

"The queen doesn't care about this." Fernandez became more and more excited as he spoke: "Maybe we can increase the salary?"

"I think he thinks too much."

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Maybe? However, Enid is a generous lady.

"Selective generosity, Roland. Or, only generous to someone."

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Vegetable warning.

In fact, Roland has always had a question about Philip Chanderson and George Sutherland Benevento.

These two are worth a lot of money, and they are both nobles-it makes sense that they were misled to attend the banquet, but they have no ritualists around them to protect them...

It's too strange, isn't it?

"Who would have thought that this banquet full of distinguished people was hosted by cultists? The people protecting them were waiting in the outer hall, and they should have rushed in in time - but the cunning cultists sent people to attack them outside..."

"Silent attack."

Fernandez's words were full of loopholes.

"Can you just take what I said as the truth, Roland? The Inquisition needs the identity of a 'savior' - our relationship with the church has deteriorated, so we have to make some friends, right?"

Roland: ...

That's right.

An eight-ring that can span space is indeed capable of making the ritualists who protect these two people disappear silently.

The second floor of the trial court was even more scrawled than the long and narrow corridor.

The oil lampshade on the wall was rusty, as if no one had touched it for many years, and a thick layer of dust had fallen; the wall peeled off, and the soles of the shoes rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound - Luo Lanneng I saw many insects and ants walking through the dimly lit corners.

A damp, musty smell penetrated my nose.

Fernandez took Roland in a large circle to the right. Next to an arched green window was a broken and thin wooden door - Philippa Chandson was temporarily placed here.

This baron who is engaged in maritime trade is the most unique nobleman Roland has ever seen.

Nothing like what Kate Pacetti remembers.

He is somewhat bald on the top of his head, but has thick brown hair on both sides; his nose is round and big, and his lips are thick.

A pair of dark blue eyes looked at the two people who pushed in the door and sat at the table, holding a gold pocket watch in their hands.

There were some scratches on his fat face, and the tassel on his collar was torn off in half.

"The gentlemen of the Inquisition are not as polite as I expected." He smiled sarcastically, but the sarcastic words in his mouth were not annoying at all - just like a joke between friends.

"Our courtesy is only to law-abiding citizens, Sir Chandson. You are not exactly law-abiding now."

Fernandez said as he closed the door and pulled up two stools.

"I thought I was 'law-abiding' after spending thousands of pounds." Chandson moved his five fat, carrot-like fingers and showed them to Fernandez. "My three gemstone rings." Missing... I guess it’s not the dungeon of the Inquisition that likes jewelry, right?”

Fernandez was noncommittal: “Sometimes they like jewelry, sometimes they like ashes.”

Chandson nodded solemnly and squeezed out his double chin: "Thank the dungeon for me, Mr. Dewinson, I still have a lot of jewelry...Oh, can I leave today? My little roses are still waiting. And me."

"You can leave today." Fernandez took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth and lit it: "...By the way, your footman has been arrested. You can still see him before he is burned to death. ”

Chandson raised his short, thick eyebrows, pulled his lips down comically, and rubbed his thick hands back and forth: "Oh, it's a good thing he has no relatives, otherwise, a woman would have lost her husband and a child. To lose your own father is so sad.”

Fernandez held his cigarette and squinted at him: "It sounds like you don't care about this person - the old servant who came with you from West Manlis."

Qian Desen still said loudly: "The tears I shed in my heart have already wetted my soul. Don't think that I am a heartless person."

Roland couldn't help but curl up his lips when he heard his funny tone.

He felt that this person didn't seem to match what Pasetti remembered.

What he said was quite interesting.