The Secret Code of Monsters
Chapter 519 Ch518 Cemetery
Chapter 519 Ch.518 Cemetery
What is particularly interesting is that ghosts rarely appear in cemeteries.
Maybe it was the role of the White Crown Lord of the Wasteland, or maybe it was the believers of the Ring of Eternal Silence who protected the land.
Most gravekeepers never encounter a ghost in their entire lives.
The biggest danger is tomb robbers, but besides that, there are those dishonest children during the day - you can't imagine how many ways an energetic little madman can find to desecrate the dead.
Especially in a poor cemetery like this.
Children are not very well-educated, and even "watering" the cemetery is considered a trivial matter. The tombkeeper said that he often found some children stealing candles and flowers in front of the tombstone and selling them, and some used small stones to modify the words on the tombstone - they did not know how to read.
Just a fun picture.
So much so that he and his father had to compile a record book and check the monument once a week to prevent anyone's name from turning into a small smiley face or a fork with a shallow chisel.
"If there are ghosts, take them away."
The young man muttered in annoyance, but immediately apologized and began to pray in a low voice.
Xander sounded amused.
Because as a tomb keeper, faith should no longer be the father of all things.
He should pray to the White-Crown Lord of the Wasteland.
"The power of the Holy Cross is not allowed to enter the realm of the Ring of Eternal Silence, and these tombkeepers cannot carry holy water. If the impact of the previous cases had not been too great, the Ring of Eternal Silence would never have allowed the Inquisition to intervene."
As we go deeper, the tombs along the road become more and more dense.
Just like when they were alive, they had to squeeze into the same rented house and use chalk to divide their respective resting areas, the same must be done after death - the good news is, no one is arguing about this anymore.
"Do you cooperate with the funeral club?"
The tombkeeper leading the way was delighted: "Sir, the whole of London is cooperating with that club."
Roland leaned on a cane, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
"I heard that there are many stalls."
"Ah, that's right." The sky is getting dark. The man came to a platform, picked one of several oil lamps, lit it, and led them further in. "The cheaper ones cost a few shillings, and the more expensive ones cost several pounds."
"What's the difference?"
“It’s about whether you enjoy your own house or you live in the mud with everyone else.”
Seeing that Roland was similar in age to himself, the gravekeeper's tone became more casual: "The cheapest ones, or those who didn't pay at all, can only be buried here or worse. Sir, you definitely don't want to know their daily life. What kind of treatment..."
said the gravekeeper.
"But with a little expense, a little... you can change it to a more spacious one."
The young tombkeeper told Roland seriously that if he paid the most expensive money, he could still choose where to go.
"What goes where?"
"Where do you go after you die?"
he said.
"Heaven or the land of death."
He said that his father had saved enough money and finally lived in peace, waiting for a painless death to return to the embrace of the gods - and the reason why he chose the country of death was because his mother's belief was the White Crown Lord of the Wasteland.
The husband hopes to see his wife again after death.
The son's idea was not so 'touching' - he didn't ask for much, he just wanted to go to heaven.
"You say, can I?"
"Then you should save more money."
"Yes, sir. It's difficult to find a woman in our line of work. We are either gambling or drinking, but we only have to support our own lives."
As the daylight disappeared, the night fog descended.
It was already hazy before midnight - if it weren't for someone familiar with the road holding a lantern, it would be hard to say how long it would take them to find the right direction: when the surrounding environment becomes so difficult to see the fingers with straightened arms, it will undoubtedly become A paradise for criminals.
This is also the reason why the tomb robber was able to succeed repeatedly.
The tombkeeper led them to the hut where he stayed, and served three people one after another pea soup - turbid like the gray puddles on both sides of East Avenue. “If you want to walk freely at night, you can’t do it without a guide.”
There was a hint of greed in the young tombkeeper's words, but to Fernandez, he and his father were of no use - if the other party was a link...even an apprentice, they couldn't handle it.
You might even have to risk your own life.
"The excavated graveyards are Area 1, Area 3 and Area 4 respectively. In other words, Areas 2 and 5, which are closest to the depths, have not been touched by him." Fernandez held the bowl of steaming peas. Soup, smell it...
Just hold it.
"If you were paying attention—" He looked away.
Xian Del held his chin and answered smoothly: "That's right. This is a mortal...mostly an apprentice."
she said.
The graves that were dug were too loose and messy, and the frequency and intervals were long. This almost made it clear to the police that 'I' was a stupid thief with little strength and little experience.
"And the order," Roland added softly: "He seems to be digging the graves in order from far to near... This is so stupid. He thinks no one cares about this?"
Fernandez shook his head.
"You can't use your smart little mind to guess the lower limit of a fool, Roland."
He clapped his hands, pulled out his gun, placed the bullet box he carried on the table, and showed two rows of teeth to the blue-faced tombkeeper: "You can go."
"S-Sir?"
"We can be responsible for our own lives, but not yours. Get out of here, kid, and don't step into this area until the sun rises again."
After the young tombkeeper stumbled away into the fog with an oil lamp, Roland pulled out his dagger, firearm and holy water and checked them one by one.
"'Children'." He lowered his head and sighed: "You have never called me and Xander that way."
Fernandez glanced at him sideways: "Are you looking for a beating?"
Roland couldn't help lamenting: "You dragged two young people into the fog where they couldn't see their fingers. They went to the cemetery full of bones and the cold wind to catch thieves, but they couldn't even get a word of 'child'..."
Xander raised his hand and said with an obedient expression: "Captain Dwinson has never called me that."
Fernandez: ...
Roland: "Maybe we don't deserve it."
Xander: "Don't we want the captain to like us?"
Fernandez silently separated the two types of bullets, filled the magazines one by one, put the two daggers into the soft sheaths on his boots and chest, and prepared the holy water.
"Sometimes, I feel like you two are the captains."
"We're just kids."
Fernandez picked up a bullet and hit Roland.
"Prepare your weapons and be vigilant! Two talented rookies. If you are injured in the hands of the apprentice, don't say it was me who brought you out."
He stood up, took an oil lamp in the room and lit it, without looking back: "I'm in District 2. Remember, once the war starts, all we need are corpses...The babies are not as important as you."
The closer it gets to midnight, the more the cemetery looks like a black rotten swamp filled with thick fog.
The second Fernandez stepped into the fog, his figure became difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and a pea-sized fire was seen swaying farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller.
The wind outside the house ignores the rugged corners like a whistle, howling through the moist and soft obstacles.
Roland stuffed the last bullet into the magazine.
"He's quite gentle, isn't he?"
"'Holy Flame' is like this, Roland. They'll get better...much faster than you think. "
"Yeah, it's not like some roads are bad from beginning to end."
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You and Xander will definitely get along.
"fart."
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