The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 530 Ch.529 A Hope

Halida was placed in the ward of the Inquisition—yes, the Inquisition also has wards.

But usually no one uses them.

Because the ritualists of the "Holy Flame" Road have no ability to treat injuries, and except for Shandel Kratov, no "saint" has ever joined the Inquisition.

Of course.

The ritualists of the Great Whirlpool and the Ring of Eternal Silence may have similar methods, but they are ultimately not as good as "saints".

When Roland came to the ward area, Shandel was holding a plate of cut apples and bumped into him head-on—Fernandez was too lazy to see Roland's "beast friend", and after throwing down a sentence "You will understand sooner or later", he impatiently went to play cards with his brothers and sisters.

The ward area was very cold.

Not to mention the spider webs and rats, even if the footsteps were heavier, the dust that was shaken up would make people cough non-stop.

There wasn't even a decent oil lamp here, like a path for adulterers to visit at night, and those who needed it were told not to take off their clothes.

A few steps past the round belly hall, and the half-asleep, damp corridor was strung with abandoned single rooms, and behind some broken wooden doors, one could hear rustling crawling sounds.

Roland didn't see even the cheapest decorative painting, a drop of oil paint, or a metal cross the size of a fingernail.

Nothing.

The barbaric bricks each had their own ideas. The rebellious protrusions fit in docilely, and then created a strange road that was sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, sometimes winding, and even needed to be crossed sideways - at the same time, the walker had to almost face to face admire the black-shelled multi-legged insects on the wall that crawled past the tip of his nose.

Roland couldn't name them.

They were quite comfortable.

No "authorization" was required here, and you didn't have to have a toad in your stomach to come here.

As long as you can endure the dirtier environment than being locked up with lepers, and the coldest and dampest "cave".

However, the room that Shandel took Roland into had a stove.

The floor was unexpectedly clean. There was a plank bed, a low wooden barrel for storage, a small chair for children to sit and play, a quilt, a cup of hot milk, and the fruit in Shandel's hand.

Roland was about to say thank you when Shandel sat on the bed as if no one was around and picked up the milk.

He drank and ate the fruit.

He also invited Roland to sit down and eat together.

Halida squatted barefoot in the corner, licking her lips that had not been wet all night, and carefully shrinking her neck.

Roland:...

"I fucking knew that I couldn't have any hope for this bad seed."

Roland turned around and closed the door. When she heard the voice, Halida's silver eyes suddenly lit up.

It was just a moment.

It went out soon.

She curled up her legs, as if she wanted to hide her face from Roland.

But this could not hide the stinking sweat on her body and the mud in her hair and toes.

All her movable joints seemed to curl up as much as possible, shrink inward, squeeze, and try to crush the heart beating faster and faster in her chest with such force.

Then she died like ordinary dust in the blink of an eye.

She was afraid.

"She knows everything." Xiandel bit the apple and raised his chin to Halida, with a playful expression: "You know what you did, right, Miss Black Skin."

She said.

"Starved a baby to death."

In addition to the remains in the tomb, there was a living baby who was starved to death at the scene.

There was nothing in his stomach except maggots.

Xiandel chuckled: "... stole a mother's child and starved him to death cruelly. I have never seen a more vicious person than you..."

"I don't believe she hasn't looked in the mirror."

Xiandel's words made Halida curl up tighter.

She seemed to know what she had done, but she didn't answer Shandel's words. She just turned around and stared at Roland.

"Brother..."

She covered half of her face with her knees, revealing her silver eyes full of confusion: "Ke..."

Roland squatted in front of her.

"Collins." He said softly: "Roland Collins. Halida, you remember me, don't you."

The girl nodded slightly and sank her face into her knees again.

She didn't want to talk.

Even if Roland took her hand, pulled her up, led her to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

She still looked stunned.

She was in a daze. Roland brushed away the black hair on her face, and didn't rush to listen to what she said. He sat by the bed and waited for time to pass quietly like her.

Five minutes.

Or ten minutes.

There were only three breaths of varying depths in the silent room.

Until the woman on the board finally "woke up", slowly got her hand out from under the quilt, and grabbed Roland's little finger.

"Brother..."

She murmured.

"Brother."

As she spoke, she suddenly became ferocious, as if her whole face was being torn by a pair of invisible hands, and every inch of her skin trembled unnaturally.

"...Woof! I...Woof...Pendant...Woof! Mom..."

Roland held her hand in reverse, and the trembling spread from the wrist to the top.

He stared at the awake madness in those silver eyes.

Shandel glanced at the struggling woman on the board and said lightly: "She is not crazy... I mean, she knows what she did. Of course, even if she is crazy, the "Saints" will not be able to do anything. If they were, they should have cured their "holy child disease" long ago..."

"But I did find this thing on her. "

With that said, the girl took out a coin from her pocket and threw it on the quilt with great disgust.

Big coin.

A bloody gold pound.

The pattern on the front and back has been blurred, as if it has been touched too many times.

Roland was surprised.

It was not because Halida could not possess such a denomination of gold pounds, but because of the blazing flames in her sight.

…

"Name": Hope

"Type": Strange item (one-time use)

"Description": A miracle was born.

No one would worship a coin as a god.

No one is stupid enough to pray over a coin.

Unless it's her only option.

Unless that's all she has.

'I have a lot. Now, let me give some of it to you, okay? ’

Bounce, spin.

No matter how desperate the situation is, it will show you the direction of hope.

Note: It will take away your despair, as well as part of the flesh and blood in the user's body.

Note: You don't want to know where it was hidden before.

Note: You only have one chance, please use it with caution.

It, and you, are.

…

Roland rubbed the blood stains on the coin and asked in a low voice, "Where did you find it?"

Of course he remembered this coin, which he gave to Halida.

But.

The piece of cloth on Halida's body did not have a pocket.

Xander clicked his fingers and smiled strangely: "Roland, women always have places where they can hide things."

Roland:?

Before he could think about it, the flames had already ignited the entire room.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Roland heard the tired sighs of the stone bricks of different shades.

Amidst the mist that came in and diluted the reality, a tent rose up quietly from the ground.

He heard the sound of newspapers being shaken.

The sticky sound of leather heels stepping on glue.

He fell from the steep reality, hitting the rock wall with the ringing sound of coins.

Stranded in hazy memories.

"Nostalgia: You will have a chance to witness the past with highly mysterious items."