The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 471 Ch.470 Odel Godion

Xander's 'temporary ward' is easy to find - because the other patients are all alone, either shaking, or wailing or crying intermittently.

And Xander…

In addition to herself, there were five other ritualists who also fell asleep.

Three men, two women.

All slept peacefully.

Just a bit smelly.

When Roland pushed the door open in a big way, six people were sleeping on the wooden boards, with their heads like sunflowers holding the 'coordinates' in the center of the circle - like a big speaker.

Only then did Roland see clearly what the 'coordinates' were.

Box.

A wooden box.

He knew the box.

Mother-of-pearl box with gold thread and black background and Baoxiang pattern.

In Bristol, he bought a gift for Cinder, for which he offended the arbiter's daughter, Madeleine Tyree.

He bought it for Xander...

Roland approached.

The girl's gray hair no longer hugged her face like a little octopus, but spread out like a dead one.

There were scars at the corners of his mouth, and a syringe and a rubber tube connected to the syringe were placed on his face.

"Guide 4 (Complete)"

"Awesome!"

"Guide 5: Challenge"

"You found your target."

"The sun is going out, and the silver moon and dreams will dominate the world."

"It's time for you to start taking risks."

"Attention: You are about to enter an unknown dreamland."

"Guide ends."

"Accept your fate."

"Life or death..."

"Good luck! Shadow Walker!"

Roland curled his lips and moved the woman next to Xander away with his feet.

Lie down on the board.

Several thick light silver tentacles stretched from the heart, floating in the air like soft algae.

They wrapped around the wooden box.

"Be careful... Roland."

-

Have had enough?

"whee."

-

Wish us luck, Wrench.

Roland didn't have time to say much, so he relaxed his body and let his consciousness gradually sink into the deep sea...

Soon, there was a steady breathing in the room.

The flame jumped a few times.

As usual, it is waiting for its named king to return victoriously again.

…………

…

"Your people never know what the rules are."

The voice came from the shadows.

After a while.

The gauze skirt that suddenly appeared in the light stirred up gusts of wind in the corridor.

The woman strolled through the ashes, her skirt decorated with diamond-like spots of light that dispelled the darkness.

"Time sharing."

She carried her bag, took out a silver tin lighter, and threw it out.

The man in the dark caught it.

It lit up with a "swipe" sound.

Flames and cigarette butts flickered, and what penetrated the darkness was a face covered with scars:

The man was blind in one eye and had a stab wound from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. He had no hair, no fashionable curly beard, and his only remaining eye stared fiercely at Enid.

Further forward.

You can see his slightly stereotyped black ecclesiastical uniform and holy cloak.

"Lord Judith, if you don't abide by the rules, you can't expect others to abide by the rules."

Even if they are just talking, the man's demonic face still makes people shudder: he talks like anger, and looks at people like a man-eating monster observing his lunch.

His shoulders were ridiculously broad, and the fingers holding the cigarette were thick and big, like pliers holding a thin needle that was on fire.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Enid leaned against the wall, frowning and fanning the wafting smoke a few times.

"I can never stop my men from showing their virtue."

"You can go through normal channels," the fierce-looking man forced a smile. When the flesh on his face moved, the scars also squirmed, looking terrifying: "For example, submit an application through the tribunal."

"I think you should have this power. After all, Xander Kratof is also the executive officer."

Enid lowered her head, fiddled with the closure of her sheepskin gloves, and said lightly: "Is the 'normal way' of the Inquisition easy to use?"

The man was silent, and as he inhaled, the flames crazily devoured the cigarette paper.

The smoke he took circulated in his lungs, blew out from his nose, and became lighter - it seemed that he was not just spitting out smoke, but was even mixed with some spirit and will.

This caused him to enjoy half a cigarette, but his whole body was visibly depressed.

“…There are no rules.”

He hid the lower half of his face in the shadows again and said in a bad tone:

"The Church does not, and neither does the Inquisition."

"Then you should talk to the Church, Your Excellency." Enid sneered hoarsely: "We know each other well that the Inquisition always does what it should do. The Church...isn't it?"

The man's silence deepened.

He drank the tobacco thoroughly and rubbed his fingers several times.

The eyes gradually brightened in the darkness.

"That's why I miss Keshihai so much," he looked at Enid and said calmly: "Saints are not like saints, and holy flames are not like holy flames. If ritualists are as selfish and despicable as mortals, then The greater the power, the more disaster it will bring to the world.”

There seemed to be some interesting story written on Enid's sheepskin gloves. From beginning to end, she did not raise her head and looked at the bald man with scars on his face.

She just leaned against the wall, playing with her gloves, lowering her head, being extremely rude.

"You have to understand, sir. Mystery only provides power to the ritualist - you cannot ask a musket to know how to judge evil and pursue justice."

"But it is people who use muskets." The man retorted: "If you don't have the ability to distinguish these, you shouldn't pick up muskets."

"I agree," Enid replied lightly: "But unfortunately, you don't have the final say."

Persistence, faith, honor.

These words have long been dirty, will they be clean in the future?

Odell Godin didn't know.

"Lord Judya." Godin suddenly walked out of the darkness.

Just like the shoulders.

He is burly and looks like Fernandez.

"A new era is coming..."

He said.

"And the old party never has a good end."

Enid raised her eyebrows and finally raised her eyes: "Hefer is still so good at deceiving people. Godin, as a "saint", I thought you at least have the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood..."

"Because I have it, I say this. "Gordian said seriously: "I have seen the white mine, and I have seen Mr. Heffer's thoughts and the great goal of little Heffer with my own eyes - I even touched the epoch-making product with my own hands..."

"I believe, and absolutely believe that as the times change, when the true glory comes, all ritualists will abide by their principles and beliefs -"

He paused here.

"As you said, there is no difference between evil and justice in muskets - but humans have wisdom. "

"We will lock the muskets sooner or later."

He said.

"A 'lock' that protects mortals and forces ritualists to abide by the rules..."

Enid doesn't care about the great era or the lock -

Although Odell Gordian's ideas are very good and he is a good person.

As a "saint", he can suppress the evil thoughts in his heart and sit in a position to wield great power, while still paying attention to the mortals struggling under his feet.

He is a good ritualist.

He can even be called morally noble.

But Enid doesn't think what he said can be realized.

"The Tribunal has already made a choice," the woman gathered her sleeves and yawned, "The rest has nothing to do with us."

Gordian frowned.

"My Lord, forgive me for being blunt. I really can't understand your actions."

"Of course I know you can't understand, Gordian." Enid chuckled: "Just like those old guys didn't want to meet me but sent you here - Odell Gordian, do you still think that you are carrying a heavy responsibility?"

Enid looked at his firm face that said "I do carry a heavy responsibility", and instantly lost interest in the conversation. She turned her head, her sight seemed to pass through the wooden door and darkness, staring at the young man who was deeply asleep.