The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 520 Ch.519 Felony

"Grave digging."

"One of the serious crimes."

The same fate as theft, blasphemy, cutting down small trees, writing threatening letters, rape, destroying bridges, etc.

The highest level of punishment.

Especially the poor, incompetent, and those whose parents and family are incompetent.

You will be hung up on a wooden frame and appear dangling in every square.

certainly.

Some people believe that some felonies are outdated and the severity of punishment should be slightly modified to reflect the changing times - maybe.

But digging a grave is different.

No matter what era or which party is in power, no one dares to speak for the gravediggers.

Because these people not only go there for funerary objects, but also steal the bodies and sell them to medical schools, large and small, legal or illegal, for those 'butchers' who have not completely changed their thinking from barbers to practice or completely treat them as barbers. 'Teaching Tools'.

Some even more 'secret' shops will sell 'potions' mixed with certain parts of corpses - this is not considered fooling around, but it is obviously illegal.

It's hard to say whether it helps your health.

The benefactor is above.

The citizens of London live so well and so healthily that there is a shortage of corpses?

The rich can afford to send people to guard the tombs, or bury their relatives in the best cemeteries. The poor usually can only use barbed wire to surround the tombs as a 'barrier', or boil the corpses thoroughly into bones before burying them. ——

This undoubtedly reflects the current hatred of tomb robbers.

No need to think too much.

Anyone caught will be hanged, and there will be no room for intercession - unless he is the child of a nobleman or a wealthy businessman...

But if the children of these people are trying to stimulate grave robbing, I am afraid that the person who was robbed should be happy.

That's why Fernandez asked Xander and Roland to prepare weapons.

There is room for friendship with thieves, but not with grave robbers.

He himself also knew what would happen if he was caught.

"Recently, a couple of lovers were sentenced to fifteen years."

Xander held an unlit oil lamp and hid with Roland behind a rare tomb with a large monument, chatting all the time - from here you can see or hear the sounds of the entire fifth district.

Of course, there are rumors coming from all directions now.

"who?"

"It was mentioned in the newspaper that the two men... I forgot their last names." Xander lowered his voice: "I heard that they were going to be hanged, but they made a fuss in the church, and finally someone spoke for them... I guess they can't sit still for fifteen years. prison."

When the excitement subsides, maybe I will come out in two or three years, change my identity and live somewhere else.

"I don't mean to blaspheme, Xander." Roland paid attention to the white waves blowing around his eyes, and said softly: "I just don't understand, if you like something, do you no longer like it because it is big?"

Xander blinked: "I like it even more."

Roland: "I mean boys. If priests like boys enough, how come they become 'blasphemy' just because they grow up to be men——"

Xander: "I'm talking about boys, too."

Roland:......

Xander covered his mouth and laughed sullenly, shrugging his shoulders.

She lightly patted Roland's arm with a slap, her blue eyes flashing: "It's really not nice for you to say such things in front of a former Saintess candidate."

But it is true.

Miss ‘Bookstore’ doesn’t understand why either.

"My grandpa loves him to death." She leaned on Roland's shoulder and breathed into his ear: "Look, you've fallen into Kratof's hands too."

"You don't discuss anything with others?"

"Yeah... Roland. But if you're angry, you can hit me."

"Let's make an appointment separately."

Xander chuckled crazily, lowered his head and approached the blood vessels on Roland's neck. Every inch of his breath made his skin tremble like a spider weaving a web on a tombstone: "...What happened between you and that dirty-smelling thief? wrong."

Roland said nothing.

"I know, Roland, I know everything..." Xander narrowed his eyes: "I don't care what happened between you... but if you are like my grandfather, Roland..." She stroked his neck.

"I will kill you."

Roland tilted his head slightly: "Are you talking about becoming a high-level ritualist?"

Xander couldn't hold it back and pinched his arm.

"You are getting worse and worse now. This was not the case when I first saw you...in the ward, do you remember?"

Roland thought thoughtfully: "Maybe there is a bad guy who taught me bad things."

"If you dare to blame me, you will be blind all night."

-

You are too sensitive.

"I know you too well, you blind man."

"Anyway... Roland. Love women, nothing else."

Roland didn't know why Xander suddenly mentioned this.

Maybe it's because he's been hanging out at Randolph's house a lot lately?

Actually.

The current approach to same-sex romance is relatively vague, unlike fifty or a hundred years ago when there was almost no room for survival - it's different now.

Few were brutally executed, more often people were imprisoned for 'insufficient evidence' or 'insufficient piety' - as long as the gentlemen were smart enough not to be caught 'king against king', there was always room and Reasons to argue.

(Mr. Mince Croy is a good example. Although he was caught, if he died first, no one could punish him.)

In this regard, women are somewhat different.

People have a rather blind eye to the feelings between women:

They know what their "friendship" is, and they know that they know.

They know that they know that they know - but as long as they and they don't mention it, no one will know.

For example, a letter expressing gratitude for friendship.

A feather pen or a necklace symbolizing friendship.

For example, a kiss of friendship.

For example, a hug to enhance feelings...or other elegant exercises to exercise the muscles of the hands and forearms.

Or other ingenious...making people look like a violin bow...

In short, they will be more tolerant.

Perhaps influenced by Miss Nina, he has no good or bad opinion of these people.

He just didn't expect that Cinder would be so disgusted.

"It's a disease, Roland." Shandel said with an expression of nausea: "I would rather find a sheep in your bedroom than Randolph Taylor in his nightgown."

"If it's a sheep in Randolph Taylor's nightgown..."

"Or Randolph Taylor bleating in wool..."

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You really shouldn't say this to someone with a rich imagination.

"These people are the real blasphemers. The disease that comes from the blood, the terrible poison that will be passed on to the next generation, the one who can never be cured, and who deserves to go to hell-"

Roland gently pinched his wrist and suddenly interrupted Shandel's voice.

The waves in his sight were quietly surging.

After a few breaths.

Shandel also heard the rustling sound.

The sound of the soles of his shoes crushing the dry grass.

Crackling...

Crackling...

Soon, they heard the sound of turning the soil, and stones hitting each other.

This thief is not careful enough.

'Follow him. 'Roland wrote on the palm of Shandel's hand.

Don't forget.

There are still two living babies that have not been found.