The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 145 Ch.144 The Power of Organology

If the Tribunal follows the ‘original’ approach, how will it deal with a salon suspected of holding a cult ritual?

——Visit the door.

To put it in a more understandable way.

——Kick the door open, make all humans except the executive kneel on the ground, and then burn the cultists and those who are stubborn.

So, Roland was very curious whether he and Fernandez would rush directly into the banquet.

“Why do you think a low-level cultist would be led by the chief judge?”

The office in the afternoon.

Only Fernandez and Roland.

The priest can answer this kid’s question.

“To ensure that she can be caught…?”

“Of course not.”

Roland still has a lot to learn.

In addition to mysticism.

"Change the question, Roland."

"Why 'us'?"

Fernandez's words were a test and a guide: "Apart from those who have been 'transferred' in recent days, there are also many team executives in the Tribunal - why did Lady Enid choose us to participate in this matter?"

Roland stroked the porcelain cup and thought quietly.

We...

"Thinking arrogantly, maybe it was to train Miss Kratov and me." Roland blinked: "Right?"

"Half." Fernandez pinched his thumb and index finger, leaving a small gap: "More is 'merit'. You don't think that aliens and cultists are as common as poor people, right?"

Roland:...

He doesn't like this metaphor.

Although they are indeed everywhere.

"Merit is a condition for promotion and also a 'gold pound' for knowledge - the Inquisition has its own way of operation. Lady Enid cannot give the secrets, rare objects or materials in the secret library to anyone privately - those are exchanged for the blood of countless executives."

"If you want to get these, you must have enough merit."

Fernandez showed a hint of a sly smile: "Cultists and aliens are."

Then.

Roland understood the meaning of the words: "This is Ms. Enid, who has taken good care of our team."

Fernandez glanced at him.

It's taking care of you.

What does it have to do with me?

Before Roland, he rarely saw Lady Enid - the chief judge was either running away to some place on a mission or hiding in his office all day long.

No one dared to disturb her.

Otherwise, people would hear screams from the training ground the next day.

To be more blasphemous: Roland's arrival was like a hot torrent that awakened a frozen and long-sleeping Valkyrie named Enid Jutia - it might just be a coincidence, but Lady Enid did make a 'change' after Roland appeared.

"In addition to merit, Lady Enid also wants you and the children of the Kratov family to truly feel what a cultist is."

Fernandez said.

The one Roland encountered and killed at the banquet was not a real cultist.

"You will participate in the salon with Chandel Kratov - I will arrange two reasonable identities for you."

Enter... the banquet?

"I thought they would just kick the door open and kill the cultists... or something like that?"

"You can try to do this in the future." Fernandez raised his eyebrows: "Just like that day at the old dog and the duck - you reminded me of..."

He paused, but still didn't say the name.

Keshhai.

The priest looked depressed.

Before, Keshihai was the "flag" of the Inquisition, second only to Lord Enid. Due to the "inaction" of the Chief Inquisitor and his "cowardice" towards the great men, the executors were proud of Keshihai for a long time.

At that time, Fernandez was still a newcomer.

He heard news about "Lord Keshihai" every day: real or rumored.

The executors took him as an example and learned to handle every case like him.

Until...

He apostatized and left.

Not only did he take away a group of fanatical executors, but he also completely took away the last bones that supported the body of the Inquisition.

For several years afterwards, they were like mud.

"The crow will adjust your appearance, and the court will provide your identity. Apart from that, you only need to witness the disgusting ritual of the cultists with your own eyes, and protect yourself during the ritual, and wait for me and Lady Enid to go in and twist their heads off."

"Are there any problems?"

"Adjust... your appearance?" Roland was surprised: "Is it a strange object?"

"If you are smart enough, you should know that if it is really a strange object, you don't need to mention my name." The crow pushed the door in.

In addition to his cold voice and malicious eyes, Enid and another girl also entered the door after him.

"Good day, Roland."

Enid's eyebrows were affectionate, and there were some emotions hidden in her brown eyes that could be felt without reading.

Roland felt his face a little hot, and smiled and greeted.

And the other...

"Good day, Collins."

The voice was crisp.

"…Miss Kratov?!"

The girl's hair was no longer gray, but light blonde; her nose tip became more upturned, but a little sharper; her face was elongated, so it didn't look so round; her eyebrows were different from the usual straight ones, and had a very obvious arc.

Her lips were also much thicker.

These adjustments made Roland almost unrecognizable.

"To be honest, you observe her much more carefully than you observe your uncle."

-

She's my teammate.

"Oh, good reason."

"This is the application of the great art, Roland." Fernandez said as he stood up and moved chairs for Enid and Kratopher, turning a blind eye to the crow.

Crow, with his greasy hair, ignored him. Shi Shiran pulled out the chair behind his desk and sat on it.

It wasn't discovered until Fernandez settled Enid and poured tea for the two of them.

"That's my seat." The priest folded his hands and said with disgust on his face: "You haven't showered in several days."

The crow said nothing and looked at him with cold eyes.

"It's a great technique."

Enid glanced 'Are you glaring at me? Then I stare at you too. The two men clasped their cups and said to Roland: "I think Fernandez has taught you this lesson. Those who have studied the great art deeply will have extra special power. '—just like the power given to us by the great ritual or each link of the road."

she says.

Roland rummaged through his previous memories and a word came to his mind.

"Organology?"

Kratof clapped his hands: "Correct, Collins."

Enid glanced at Xander and said to Roland: "Yes, it's "Organology". If you study it in depth to a certain extent, you can master this kind of power - you can adjust human appearance within a certain limit, and in a short time Change them...as you see."

"Can you recognize Xander Kratof now?"

Roland shook his head.

If it weren't for the voice, the deep impression, and the habit of calling him by his last name, he would hardly have recognized him as Xander Kratof.

"But I can't change the color of my eyes." Crow interjected sadly: "If someone doubts you, they might cut off some part of your body and turn it into a part of the ritual..."

"Don't scare him, Crow." Fernandez pouted. "Lord Enid will lead the team, there won't be any problems."

Crow nodded seriously: "Yes."

"but…"

He looked at Enid.

"But how many times has our great and powerful presiding judge led teams in the past few years?"

Fernandez frowned: "Do you have to be beaten today?"

Crow had a sullen face and said solemnly: "Say something you can do, Dwinson."

Fernandez: "Now get your butt off my chair and follow me to the training ground."

Crow: "Then, see you crying for mother...or, 'Lord Enid'...?"

Enid put down her tea cup with a playful look on her face.

"Looks like the injury is healed? You two will go to the training ground and wait for me tomorrow."

Fernandez: …It’s all fucking up to you.

Crow: Get lost.