The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 521 Ch.520 Cellar Consecrated and Private

As guessed before.

This is indeed a stupid thief.

Xander shouldn't even use the word 'thief' to describe it - at least the thief knows what he is doing.

This person obviously doesn't know.

It was just kicking up the sand and mud aimlessly, and one at a time, it was digging with its bare hands into the soil that was full of sharp rocks and ferns.

Soon, the girl with a keen sense of smell smelled the smell of blood.

It found no one following it, that is.

"The gravekeeper was lazy."

It was impossible for the father and son to not notice such an obvious movement - even if it was just a cursory inspection in the middle of the night.

They weren't even in the cemetery.

"I thought he had already told us about his little hobbies." Roland mumbled into Xander's ears like an ant, the heat making the girl itchy, "...drinking and gambling."

"You should also have some small hobbies." Xander rubbed Roland's chin with his soft gray hair. There were emotions in his watery eyes that he shouldn't have at this time: "For example, bet a few times, or collect some red wine. , whiskey...oh...right."

After saying this, the girl suddenly remembered.

Roland Collins, her flagellator, seemed to have never been to Flower Street—and had never left any trace of romance on him.

This is so unmanly.

What does he like?

Apart from cigars, there seemed to be only cases in his life.

During the break, he stayed at home and went to the Fairy Ring to play cards and drink tea with her and Rose at midnight...

Xander suddenly discovered that Roland didn't have any hobbies that men should have - just like even as an executive, she had the same preferences as other women.

Those beautiful blankets, uniquely designed satchels, elegant long boots, long skirts of different textures and stitches from various designers.

Bonnet bonnet that can be assembled freely.

Pearls, colored treasures, gold.

Something shiny.

and, private discussions of men, fashion, art, and other bitches.

Xander also eats mortal food. At this point, she doesn't need to make herself 'otherworldly' at all - but what are Roland's hobbies?

The gray-haired girl stared at the man's profile quietly.

She plans to help him find some hobbies...

Because once a man is free, he might stare at his friends, rub his chin and think, ‘Is he better than a woman when having sex?’…

Xander was obviously thinking too much, but Roland didn't know - no one knew that someone would think about this while performing tasks in the cemetery.

"I'm not interested in wine... shouldn't we drink it as water?" Roland replied in a low voice.

The water source in London is not very reliable, and families with a little money will use alcohol with lower alcohol content instead of water.

"I mean collection, Roland." Xander leaned over and leaned on his shoulder.

She didn't care at all whose body the stupid mad thief dug out.

Just like before she fell in love with Roland, she never thought that she could actually become an executive...

Now…

It's just a matter of time.

"Collection?" Roland said: "You mean... Oh, there are quite a few in Randolph Taylor's wine cellar. I heard that each barrel is worth a lot of money - they are older than Fernandez. Be big.”

"Forget about that man." Xander frowned, leaned forward and raised his eyes: "My grandfather has the authority to take a batch of top-quality long-term aging from the church's wine cellar every month... I can use this authority Come over."

Roland was stunned for a moment: "The church's wine cellar?"

If he remembered correctly, a certain ritual used by Xander before required highly consecrated red wine... it was called——

Heavenly blood?

"Yes, Blood of Heaven." She was very happy that Roland still remembered this name: "It is also called Tears of Eden. The power of this extreme sun even exceeds that of holy water. Since recorded history, there has never been a cradle of flesh and blood. Cultists dare to act wildly in the church.”

"The consecrated wine stored in the cellar there is enough to melt an eight-ring master who controls the power of the feminine... Maybe it's higher, I don't know." Xander paused: "Because such a stupid thing has never happened..."

This is also Roland's problem.

Holy Cross may have stored a large amount of highly consecrated red wine, and new ones are added to the cellar every year - but what about this cheap, inferior wine that is only used as 'high-grade holy water' and 'ceremonial material'? Will it become the bishop's 'high authority'?

Based on Roland's little knowledge, it seemed that the cheapest red wine only cost about ten pennies.

The kind without labels.

Gary Kratofer shouldn't be a surprise.

"Of course not the cheapest, Roland."

Xander liked to see the 'stupid' expression on Roland's face, which always gave her a strong, indescribable throbbing: she wanted to bite him fiercely with her teeth, and then grind him carefully...

"Of course it's not the cheapest," the girl licked her lips, her eyes narrowing in a narrow arc: "Where do you think the money for the red wine comes from?"

"It will never be a donation from a devout believer," Roland said.

"That little money is nothing," Xander purred like a cat, clinging to Roland's arms: "Of course it comes from the "Parliament of Truth" - the nobles, wealthy businessmen in the parliament, and, through the parliament, influence House, 'Requesting' State Appropriations—"

Holy Cross is the state religion.

What does it mean to consecrate red wine?

It means the cheapest way to fight against the cradle of flesh and blood and against these cultists who want to destroy the world: at least it can be bought with money, and compared to those scarce materials, they are everywhere.

so.

Give me the money quickly.

Every year, every month, a steady stream of gold pounds flows into Holy Cross and into the Church.

They used the money to perform sacraments, including wine.

"Although it's called 'consecrated wine', in fact, there won't be any crazy cultists attacking the church - it's already the private vault of the bishop and the senior council members, Roland."

Xander joked: "Who would use a limited edition bottle produced in a 25-year-old Grand Cru vineyard to ward off evil spirits?"

Not just red wine.

In fact, many pastors with extraordinary backgrounds in the church or bishops from wealthy areas have received more or less preferential treatment——

They eat, wear, and use everything every day. Even a piece of soap is packaged in a beautiful color box wrapped with specially decorated cashmere thread. The soap bar is wrapped in oil paper and comes with a handwritten calligraphy card.

This is called ‘Shepherd’s Details’.

Xander Kratof, who has spent a lot of time in churches and monasteries, understands the lives of these people very well. At the same time, her surname also allows her to enjoy these from the moment she is born.

She was nowhere near as rich as Randolph Taylor.

Her wealth is invisible, invisible and intangible, but it exists - she can't buy an entire newspaper like a pack of cigarettes, but if she wants to publish something, newspapers all over London will cooperate with her. .

"I'll bring some to you... Roland. As you continue to advance, sooner or later you will have to learn to get along with those well-dressed trash... If you don't make a few comments on the spot, hehe, those weaklings will 'praise' people behind their backs."

"'Move' some."

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Yeah, that's a terrible word.

"Santi, I'm hungry."

Roland:......

"I'm not interested in red wine, Xander. I don't think it's necessary—"

Xander said affectionately, "You had no interest in beating me before."

"Everything can be cultivated, everything can be cultivated."

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Too much bullshit spanner.

"Oh, you're not going to hit me, are you?"

Roland:......