The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 511 Ch.510 Don't be so incompetent (A)

Roland understood what Fernandez meant.

There was no problem with the logic.

Suppose he was the wandering ritualist who was unwilling to join the Ring of Eternal Silence, and got the great ritual from someone - he had to find materials that would allow him to complete the ritual.

Then, he would definitely buy the dead baby through legal channels.

Why dig the grave?

The price of the dead baby is not high.

"Unless it has nothing to do with the ritual, or he is not a ritualist of the Eighth Crown." Roland guessed.

"I think so too." Fernandez nodded: "A ritualist with a normal mind would never want to provoke those dirty guys in the Ring of Eternal Silence."

This case is not dangerous, just troublesome.

One of the points is that the stolen graves are all in the suburbs of London, those poor nests that are almost the same as mass graves - poor people are guarded and controlled when they are alive, so let them be "free" after death.

Those cemeteries were not guarded by the believers of the Ring of Eternal Silence, but were handed over to the gravekeepers.

Choosing such a place proves that the thief is not very good.

"Maybe he is just a first or second ring." Fernandez said.

First of all, high-ring ritualists are excluded (if high-ring ritualists still need to rob graves, then he, Fernandez, is a gentleman). Secondly, fourth- and third-ring ritualists also have certain abilities (depending on the road) to steal the rich people's tombs under the eyes of the gravekeepers-the premise is that the ability of the road is indeed suitable and it is only done once.

But he chose the poor nest.

This proves that he is only a first or second ring.

Fernandez is still sure of this.

He has seen ritualists of too many roads, and none of them can have such power before the third ring.

Even many more "remote" roads do not have a decent, frontal combat ability until the high ring-the same is true in reverse. Some roads focus on combat, so they are inevitably weaker than some roads in other abilities.

"Holy Flame" is the best example.

When he was at the third ring, he could face the fourth ring of the "Secret Scroll" Road.

(Although their "trading"-like powers are really annoying.)

If he had to name someone who was beyond the "standard", it would only be the "Saint" in history - her extremely special path allowed her to easily fight against several ritualists of the same ring, and the six secret organs also gave her extremely strange and difficult to defend power.

When the executive officers chatted, they even joked about guessing how many "rings" the "Saint" could cross to fight.

There were so many outrageous guesses.

And no one dared to assert that it was impossible.

After all, there were six secret organs.

Fortunately, Delis only had one.

"The previous baby theft case had a huge impact. Many bigwigs are very sensitive to this matter. In addition, a living baby was kidnapped... We have to find this gentleman with a unique habit as soon as possible."

Fernandez first found Roland, and then went to the other end of the city to inform Shandel -

This girl has been helping Roland study the "Shining Heart" recently.

Roland couldn't figure out whether this was a riddle or if it really had to be "shiny" - he originally planned to make a heart made of diamonds, but he felt that this approach was not in line with his own path.

The "secret scroll" one was possible.

During this period, Roland took a car to a circus in the suburbs of London.

To find Bodali and Halida, who had sent the letter.

The Mud Ball Circus recently increased the number of performances. It was rumored that the owner of the circus, Mr. Mason Lyle, owed a large debt, and for some reason, the bank that had always had a good reputation suddenly withdrew the loan, almost killing the peacock.

Roland rode in the car all the way, listening to the driver talking all the way, from Mason Lyle's interesting stories to his private life, from his private life to his suicide doctor friend (Isaac Brown), the "corruption" in the circus, and what big shots did in the circus -

If you want to say who lies the most, perhaps no one can compare to the drivers in London.

But the lies they told were not annoying, and even if you didn't know the inside story, you might be fooled by one of the stories.

Roland leaned on his arm and stared at his back quietly. Suddenly, he had a strange idea: Maybe in some special cases, this group of people is more useful than newspapers...

They have to travel around the city dozens of times every day.

Not to mention the drivers who are cheaper and have more contact with people.

"If it weren't for your extraordinaryness, I would almost take this secret into the coffin." He turned his back to Roland, pulled the rope, and the horse's hooves accompanied this deep and hoarse voice: "I know some unique..."

"Oh, it won't be about the supreme lady?"     "Almost." He chuckled a few times and leaned back, "That's also a big shot, not much less than our queen."

Roland became interested.

"Do you know those black crows?" he asked.

"His daughter will never see him again."

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Don't be so hard to take a joke.

Roland leaned against the simple swinging baffle, swaying as he continued: "Of course I know, patrolmen, right?"

"No, no, of course not. You look very important. I'm not talking about those debt collectors who would even take a bite of the passing manure cart. I'm talking about..."

He didn't know why, but he felt the wind blowing into his cotton coat.

So he wrapped himself tightly again and continued: "I'm talking about those priests."

"Priests?" Roland pretended to be confused.

"Yes, you always know the Holy Cross, right?"

"If I didn't even know about Holy Cross, I probably wouldn't be able to pay for the car."

The coachman laughed loudly: "If you can ride in my car once, it's enough for the fare."

He complimented a few words, but still wanted to continue the topic, as if he had reached a critical point. Once he stopped, he would feel uncomfortable for the whole day.

"...Those black crows, no, we call them that, in fact some people call them...'the Burners' or 'cold-blooded monsters'..."

Roland's eyes moved slightly.

This coachman is really well-informed.

The title "Incinerator" is much rarer than "cold-blooded monster".

"Where did you hear that title?"

"My wife's friend's husband works for these people..." His voice was lower, as if he was afraid that a group of black-clad men with guns would suddenly appear on the empty street - but he still said, "...to do small things. Let's drink, I heard him say..."

"Seriously, sir, you have no idea how terrible these people are."

"I'm afraid you'll find out soon."

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Don't be so incapable of taking a joke.

"You better be."

"How terrible is it?"

"It's very scary," the coachman emphasized again: "I heard that these people are not welcome in the church - their master has a woman who is vicious and full of bad ideas..."

Roland silently twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What a bad idea."

"Oh, then I have to explain it to you." The coachman shook the thick rope in his hand and shouted. After guiding the carriage through the street, he said:

"I heard that these cold-blooded monsters all listen to that woman - they want to find living people to bleed, and they also want to burn those who are about to die into black sticks alive..."

Roland tapped his knees with his fingers and hummed from his throat.

This was not the intention for the coachman to continue, but he thought it was.

Just like when he reaches the critical point, any sound is the clarion call to guide him to charge - even if his daughter turns around and says, Dad, you have the wrong person.

"That woman has to bathe in human blood every day, fresh... She wants her men to help him plunder beautiful and tender children - of course, adults can do it, but they have to be beautiful and tender."

Roland asked what the function of bathing in human blood was, and the coachman said that it might be to make him younger, or it might make him more 'attractive' - he was confusing, but he was actually expressing one thing.

The evil monster bathed in human blood is the leader of the group of little monsters.

Roland sighed slightly.

"gentlemen?"

Horse hooves accompany the silence.

Roland said softly: "This story is too scary...right? Let's talk about something else? For example, talk about your well-informed friend."

"Roland."

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Um?

"Don't be so incapable of taking a joke."

Roland:......