The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1021 (Ch.1020): The Three Rings and Tacit Understanding

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Name: Butcher
Type: Saint (Three Rings)
"Description": You should call me doctor.

The saints who have reached the Third Ring Road have begun to possess 'aggressiveness' in the conventional sense—in fact, their true terror never lies in this.

They have mastered even more ways to use the "secret," and can even sharpen it to be sharper than any blade in the world:
It can cut through the enemy's "secrets," rituals, and most of the unspread power.

They can seal all wounds on their bodies in a short time, preventing them from worsening (advanced level), or silently sever the nerves of the recipient—their control over "secrets" far surpasses that of other third-ring ritualists, and even fourth-ring ones.

At the same time, these people are more sensitive to 'emotions'.

Very few exceptionally gifted saints are able to master the power to cut and transplant 'emotions' through continuous study and practice (for a short period of time).

They could be doctors.

Of course, it could also be a butcher.

but.

Does it make a difference for these people?
'Take a deep breath...I promise I'll be very quiet...'

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This is not a normal, standard way of greeting.

For Deloz, or for Roland.

When the pretty gray-haired girl fluttered her wings like a fledgling bird and threw herself into Roland's arms, it made Deloz frown. What happened next only made her grit her teeth and squeeze out the word 'shameless'.

She kissed Roland.

In front of Delos.

In the sun, in front of the church, on the street.

This was clearly not a 'fleeting glance'—the girl who grew up in the "House of Fonseca" had seen too many gentlemen and ladies, too many 'dragonfly kisses...water droplets that get stuck in the mud and can't get out, so they simply don't struggle and go all the way to the room...kiss'.

The two people in front of her were no different from those she had seen before.

Obviously.

That gray-haired bitch had no intention of letting Roland go.

She was like a squid covered in suckers, whether it was her mouth, fingers, the skin on her forearm, or even her chest—as if she wanted to swallow Roland whole right in front of her.

This made Deloz very uncomfortable.

She felt as if something had been taken away from her.

We watched helplessly.

"Good day... Roland."

The two lips, now parted, finally fulfilled their proper duty: to greet Roland and ask how it tasted.

"How does it taste?"

"The taste of eyeballs," the girl said, hugging him and resting her chin on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "How does a baby's eyeball taste..." After she finished speaking, she suddenly pushed Roland away and took a half step back with a smile: "It was just a joke."

"I don't think this is a joke."
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I don't believe it either... I feel like throwing up.

"Don't be so rude."
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I think I swallowed some gooey brain matter... Was that brain matter? Are my eyes connected to the brain matter through ducts? Was it gooey?
"Maybe it really is just a joke..."

"The sticky stuff is her phlegm."
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Shut up.

You should have told yourself this sooner.

Deloz couldn't hear what they were saying.

All Roland saw was the gray-haired girl finish sucking and push him away. He immediately bent over, clutching his chest, his face deathly pale.

Infected persons?!

The girl, carrying a heavy bundle, pulled a wrench from her waist and rushed forward anxiously: "My God! You're sick, how could you harm your own friend! Unbelievable!"

She bared her teeth, brandishing her greasy wrench, and stood between Roland and Sandel.

Shandel genuinely thought the girl was lovely.

They're at least a bit cuter than Harida... no, maybe they're both pretty cute.

"Who are you?" Cinder asked with a smile, tilting his head.

“Deloz Fonseca! Roland’s friend! The one who would never harm him!” Deloz tried to scare Sender away with a wrench, saying he could swing it like that all day long.

“This is my friend, Deloz… well, I'm not planning on being friends with her for a while.” Roland stared at the flickering flames that wouldn't give him an answer, and he no longer felt as nauseous as before—if it really was some kind of baby's eyeball or phlegm…

Given Roland's knowledge of wrenches, he wished he knew them perfectly well.

"You've used all your intelligence to outsmart me, you idiot."

"To be honest," I said, "would you rather have chewed-up baby eyeballs or Xander's phlegm?"
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Are there no other options?
"How's the phlegm from Fernandez in Sindel's mouth?"
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not so good.

"You'll discover the interesting parts if you think about the process carefully—"

Roland blocked it.

“I don’t like this way of greeting you, Sender.”

"I miss you so much, Roland. Will you blame me?"

"To be honest, I do have some—"

"Then I'll really chew one up—"

"I really don't want to blame you, after all, we haven't seen each other for a long time..."

There were hardly any people outside the church.

Even if there were people around, Shandel probably wouldn't care.

She led the two through a side door and across the main hall. Along the way, they didn't see many white-robed priests hurrying by—on this day, Deloz assumed they had all left the church to go door-to-door preaching and saving people.

Although Daniel's workshop never opens its doors to these people.

“I bet they’ll charge a lot of money.” The girl with the leather bag followed Roland and tugged at his sleeve: “…If they don’t give you several tens of pounds, they won’t ‘speak’ for you in front of the gods…They’re all like that, aren’t they?”

She whispered a hint, staring at Xander's retreating figure.

What kind of hint is this?

Roland almost laughed; they had only met once.

“In fact, they didn’t earn a single penny from this disaster, Miss Deloz Fonseca.”

Suddenly, Sender turned around.

"These people are more 'shameless' than you can imagine. 'Going to whose house to preach and save people'? If you knew that ritualists could also get sick, you should follow their little thoughts about the baby's head—all the way down the veins of their thighs and calves to their hairy big toes."

Sender stepped on the ivory-colored stone slab.

"They're scared, so they've been hiding for a while."

Delos didn't hear a word of Xander's explanation—when she realized her 'mutterings' had been overheard, her face flushed red, and she buried her head completely.

“…Excuse me, miss.”

Deloz tightened the leather strap around his shoulders.

Sender seemed not to have heard clearly: "What?"

“I said…I…I didn’t mean you…I said you’re a bad person…I shouldn’t have said that behind your back…”

Sender stared at her for a long time.

"You are more polite than that thief."

She didn't care about Deloz's 'insult' and said with a smile, 'I forgive you,' then turned to ask Roland why he was there to accompany Deloz when there were many judges in the court.
Once we're at the church, who will protect us?

if…

and many more.

Enid Juilliard is not a generous person—

and many more.

Sender blinked. "You mean, Enid Judith sent you? Roland?"

Roland shook his head: "It's said to be our Queen." When the topic of political parties came up, Roland lowered his voice a few notches and whispered, "...she's worried about the Church and the Secret Party, so she always sends someone she knows to keep an eye on things...I think it's just that Enid is afraid I'll get involved in Fernandez's rat-catching work...he told me all that."

The gray-haired girl stared at Roland, lost in thought.

Catching rats?

No.

Enid Juttia wouldn't really 'cherish' Roland that much.

if…

If what she guessed before was true.

If it is...

Then.

Enid's meaning...

Is it related to Gary Kratofer?
The girl walked slowly with her eyelashes lowered, and suddenly changed direction at the end of the corridor: she turned into a narrower and more secluded passageway.

The road Roland visited.

(End of this chapter)