The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 529 Ch.528 The carriage and teachings leading to the Tribunal

"You're a black-skinned slut, but you make friends with everyone. Do you think we can't take care of a girl?"

On the carriage.

Fernandez was quite critical of Roland's insistence on bringing injuries back to the Tribunal - this made him feel that Roland did not trust his 'brothers and sisters'.

Although he did have some unfavorable views on Roland's friend.

Don't blame him either.

Although the Abolition of Slavery Act has been introduced and implemented for many years, in the eyes of most people, certain people of similar skin color should do the work they should do——

Although Halida can only be considered light brown.

But a few shades lighter doesn't make any difference, it's not white after all.

"That's why I'm going back today."

Roland asked.

"My friend is not very brave... have you prepared a small cake for her?"

Fernandez turned to look at Roland in surprise and rubbed his cold arms: "To be honest, Roland. I kind of hate the word 'little cake' lately..."

"Don't you think it's very exciting to die?"

In fact, Fernandez and Xander have the same view on this point - the same view as most people.

That is:

There was really no need for Roland to befriend these breathing 'objects'.

He was born at the bottom of the society, and he finally gained the favor of Enid Judith. He also had the qualifications for a certain "path" and had to escape death several times to get where he is today - if he looked back and looked back at himself who was once trapped in a mud prison. , the one who is coveted by countless pairs of greedy eyes should cherish everything that is hard-won today.

status, identity.

The artificial, visible 'skin' that wraps one's own flesh and blood.

Yes, Roland is a kind boy, Fernandez knows that.

With his background, if he doesn't look back, he has no conscience. But it would be foolish to go back and forth.

People are either stupid or have no conscience.

Fernandez hopes Roland will be smart about this.

——There are all smart people in this world, and no one thinks he is stupid.

It's just that everyone is smart in his own way.

Fernandez firmly believes that Roland should use his affectionate and sociable side on someone who deserves it - even if it is a 'person'.

Look at that damn thing.

It's the same color as coffee with milk. Isn't this a living beast?

"If you are responsible enough for yourself and have a long-term vision, you should make plans now." What Fernandez said is practical and useful to Roland at the moment: "Being an executive is not enough to erase your background. Roland. Frankly speaking, you must work hard before you are beyond the age of marriage..."

"Maybe ten to fifteen years."

"If you are lucky, then you will be able to choose your wife among ladies with status."

Fernandez spoke earnestly: "At your age, you may think that I am too philistine, like those businessmen who can sell their parents - but what I want to say is just philistine."

He didn't have bad intentions, but because he knew the world too well and valued Roland too much.

"A good marriage can change a person's life. You don't know what it means to marry a lady with noble blood and a strong family background."

That means that even if Roland is of a low level, he can easily do things that are difficult for high-level ritualists to do.

And Roland has looks, talent, and everything that is attractive enough—except his background.

He should work hard for it, pruning his interpersonal relationships like a crooked branch, making good friends, and making his name famous in the circle in a neat and beautiful way.

Instead of becoming friends with some slutty circus slave girl.

Fernandez's own life had long been hopeless. In this situation, he placed more hope on a young man he was optimistic about.

With Roland’s qualifications…

What a shame.

High class, nobility, blood and reputation. These large and small steel seals, along with 'loyalty to the Tribunal' and 'faith in the Father of All Things', were burned into Fernandez's head.

They are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but they are always sizzling.

"Then you didn't teach me well," he teased: "Flower street is not a necessary effort, Fernandez."

The captain disagreed: "You see, although you came from the country to London, you never intended to accept it."

Flower Street is really a necessary effort.

"You don't want the ladies to think you're an 'abnormal', 'unmanly' man, do you?"

Especially when Roland is so beautiful.

It’s hard not to overthink this.

"Beautiful, Holy Cross, not popular with the public, energetic - such a man turns a blind eye to young girls... Roland, it would be better if they discussed the story of you and the man, but if they talked about horses or sheep..."

Roland rolled his eyes: "We are the executive, Fernandez."

"If high status could make people shut up, there wouldn't be so many jokes about the 'Supreme Girl' on the market." At this point, Fernandez suddenly remembered something and clenched his lower teeth: "...recently I don’t know who is looking for death, but he is spreading rumors about Holy Cross everywhere.”

He felt guilty when he said 'rumor'.

"What priest and what boy... I mean the holy boy."

Fernandez scratched his thigh, his mouth was dissatisfied, but his face was somewhat gloating: "I know those priests are not clean, they always say 'find the way to truth'... Is the truth on the saint's buttocks?"

Roland slowly turned his face away: "I haven't heard such a 'rumor'."

"It's everywhere," Fernandez said helplessly: "The church can't do anything, it can't arrest everyone on the street... Oh, by the way, I heard that you are looking for the feathers of the whistling bird and the tongue of the echidna... If I remember correctly?"

Fernandez told Roland that he got a 'reward' - as a 'reward' for facing the cultists and obtaining a lot of information from them.

He can't use it.

But Roland can.

"Ring-raising ceremony, Fernandez. I thought it would take half a year."

"It's normal to take three to five years." Fernandez shrugged: "How about I give you a suitable price?"

Roland asked if it would be more than one pound. Fernandez said that you can bribe a holy child with one pound, and then pray to find the brown and yellow feathers of the whistle bird from their "holy way".

"Five hundred pounds," the captain added unhappily: "But it's not expensive at all. Do you think it's everywhere?"

The price of alien organs has never been stable-just like you can't set a standard price for water bags in the desert or the sea.

After all, you don't know how much the buyer needs it, and what price the seller expects in his heart.

Generally speaking.

For alien species such as whistle birds, which are not too rare, the "parts" on their bodies range from three hundred to one thousand pounds.

Of course, they may also be sold at a higher price.

For example, the life of the seller.

"It's definitely a friendly price plus a discount."

When it comes to "rewards", Fernandez muttered in his heart.

Roland had just publicly purchased whistle bird feathers and echidna tongues in the Inquisition a while ago, and his reward was a "tail feather" - if Roland had nothing to do with this, he would dare to cut off his big toe and put it in his eye.

He had worked for the Inquisition for so many years, he must be clear about what kind of organization he was backing.

He also knew his presiding judge: Enid Jutia.

He had a "bad idea" and wanted to keep it a secret and observe whether Roland would "coincidentally" get the second "tail feather" - that would confirm many speculations.

Of course.

The reason why he didn't do this was also very simple.

He wanted to live a good life.