The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 103 Ch.102 Secret Meeting and Quiet Night

Homeless camp?

Seeing Roland's confusion, Fernandez was also confused: "Why don't you even know about the homeless camp?"

Roland smiled: "I don't know if you remember, but you should be the one who taught me mystical knowledge..."

"You, the captain, are simply a fisherman."

"...Ahem, I, um...too busy, right." Fernandez scratched his head and said dryly: "...I remember mentioning it to you? Those who can't find a way forward and have no hope of promotion, don't Organization... or a loose alliance formed spontaneously by ritualists who do not want to join any organization, also used to trade knowledge and ritual artifacts.”

Roland listened quietly.

"But that's not what I'm talking about."

"What I mean is that there are often transactions between ritualists and ritualists, apprentices and apprentices, and even occult enthusiasts - especially those who are not popular occult enthusiasts, who need more when there is no guide. "

“There are little secret meetings like this all over the place.”

Roland understood, but...

"It doesn't sound like it can be easily found."

"No need to go out of your way to find it," Fernandez picked up a complimentary cherry tomato and threw it into his mouth, then turned around and ordered another glass of beer. "I am the organizer of the secret meeting in this city."

Roland:…?

"Executor, can you do something like this?"

"Why not?" Fernandez sucked his fingers and picked up another fried fish: "How else do you think those idiots who messed with the ritual were discovered?"

"The silly guy directed and acted in a masquerade."

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Very interesting indeed.

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No wonder he is so well informed.

"Did you come up with the idea?"

"No, it's the church." Fernandez tore the fried fish into pieces: "The senior advisers of the Supervision Bureau are responsible for one, and I am responsible for the Inquisition. Maybe the pagans also have their own."

"We use secret meetings to guide those apprentices who perceive and come into contact with the mystery, so that they can move closer to the church and stay away from evil. At the same time, we also eliminate those who go astray."

"Do you remember Mestre?"

Roland didn't remember the name at all, but Wrench gave him the hint.

"The ritualist who died next to you."

"When being chased by living zombies..."

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oh.

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I remembered.

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The one who died of thirst.

"…You are so vicious."

"Before, he and a senior advisor were in charge of the secret meetings at the Supervision Bureau. Unexpectedly..."

Fernandez paused: "Next time, I will bring you and Kratofer in. I don't want to be there again and again to play tricks with those apprentices. From now on, you and her will be responsible. If anything goes wrong. , tell me in time.”

"Maybe you can buy something of great value from those people," Fernandez said. "It costs very little."

"I heard that there was a detective in the Inspectorate who once bought a rare item for twenty-three pounds—although it was a rare item with very little effect."

"What's this?"

"Roland Collins also exchanged fifty pounds for a rare item worth five hundred pounds."

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wrench.

"But guess what?"

"It's a fire!"

Roland:......

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do not talk.

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My heart hurts so much.

Fernandez stuffed fried fish in his mouth and said vaguely: "...But then again, who knows if they are bragging that those vultures who drink human blood have been planning all day long-"

The words stopped abruptly.

He rolled his throat and turned his lips.

A paper ball mixed with fried fish meat was spat out.

It rolled halfway around the table and hit the wine glass.

Stand proudly with your head held high.

Fernandez looked at the paper ball and then at Roland.

Poker face.

Roland used all his strength to tighten the muscles at the corners of his mouth, trying not to reveal the curvature: "...Happy birthday, Fernandez."

…………

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After being full of wine and food, the picky captain sent Roland home and took a carriage to nowhere.

In the drug store, old Collins was arranging cabinets by candlelight, and the fireplace was burning brightly.

"If you want to come back drunk every day, you have to be alone, you know?"

He raised his head and glanced at Roland who came in. He put down his words and lowered his head to do what he was doing.

"Alone?" Roland didn't understand.

"Let the lady who takes care of you know that you go to some unreasonable place, and you will lose your job." Old Collins started to be weird again: "The family is not enough for you. Let me know what you have brought with you. When the woman comes back, get out of here."

Roland:......

He knows now.

"Isn't it a little early for you to say this, uncle?"

Old Collins curled his lips: "I'm afraid I'm too late. When I was your age, I had already ridden..." He skipped the next section by coughing, and simply put down the paper bag in his hand and looked Roland up and down: "You wear too little and I didn't buy you any clothes?"

"I don't feel cold."

Old Collins rolled his eyes, "You don't think it makes any sense. Let them see it and think that I, Old Collins, can't bear to buy you clothes."

"that is."

"The neighbors saw it and thought I couldn't afford it."

"Wear another one! The same one!"

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You're crazy again.

"Why didn't Su Yue tell you this story?"

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You can tell me.

"I'll tell you tonight!"

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The Legend of Eyes: Little Grass Looking for Mom, Sailing Travel Diary: My Backstage is Very Strong, Now There's One More.

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You already owe me three stories.

"...Just remember this one clearly."

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Miss Nina never owed me a story.

"Yes, yes, she just owed me a credit card."

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Credit card? -

What is that?

"It's a voucher that can be used to borrow money from a bank for consumption."

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Oh...

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Miss Nina's history is really special, the bank owner is not very smart. With a card, you can lend money to others?

"Hehe..."

"I think you are not very smart."

Roland responded casually, took off his coat and boots, put away his cane, and pulled a chair to the fireplace to warm his hands and feet.

He would chat with his uncle every night after he came back from work.

The room was very warm.

Old Collins saw him take off his socks, his fingers and eyebrows stretched together, and his face unconsciously had more smiles.

"Wear more clothes. I heard that a child froze to death in the street next door."

"Really?"

"... He was only four years old. When the street police found him, he was already frozen in the gutter."

"How terrible."

"I don't want to carry you to the doctor in the cold night."

"Yeah."

"Do you want to eat something else? I left some vegetable soup and half a piece of bread."

"I've eaten."

"... When I was your age, I never had enough."

"Really?"

"I am the biggest eater in the Collins family."

"I probably can't beat you."

"You definitely can't beat me. You don't even have a cat to eat."

"How could it be..."

"Hahaha, William brought Alice here yesterday, and the child's hand was scratched by the cat and a letter was left... By the way, tomorrow You have to give me some time to measure…”

“What?”

“Knitting.”

“You——”

“There is no woman in the house, what, what do you want to say?”

“…I respect your hobbies.”

“Get lost.”

“Uncle.”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“…It’s rare to hear you say thank you, I have to see what day it is today…How is your, um, your, uh, I mean, your ‘friend’…?”

“Who?”

“In that letter.”

“She…she’s fine. She went to a faraway place for treatment, maybe, it will take one or two years, three or four years to come back…” Roland paused: “…maybe even longer.”

Old Collins didn’t speak, silently moved the chair to the fireplace, and sat side by side with Roland.

He was quiet for a while, suddenly raised his hand, and took Roland into his arms.

Very hard.

Then, he patted his shoulder heavily.

"Uncle...?"

"You can say anything, just don't cry. I can't stand men crying."

"I mean, it feels like there's a dead person under your armpits."

"... Do you want to be beaten?"

After the joke, both of them fell silent at the same time.

The fire crackled.

The way a man comforts another man is always silent.

Just like tonight is particularly quiet.