The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1083 Ch.1082 Keshihai

Keshihai.

A "major sin" of the orthodox religion.

The master of holy flames, the betrayer and blasphemer of the court.

She shares the same eight rings as Enid Jutia, known as the "Holy Flame".

A rebellion that slaughtered nobles and disregarded the rules.

He has many names, and different ceremonialists from different sects use different names for him. Some call him a mockery of the inquisition, others a denigration, and still others a sign of fear.

They said Kashhai betrayed the court because he lost the power struggle for the presiding judge to a conspiracy; they speculated that his massacre of nobles was due to his low birth; they believed that he and Enid Judith had plotted some scheme, and that the rebellion was merely a facade.

Various opinions.

There is one thing that cannot be denied.

Kshihai is strong enough.

So powerful it's awe-inspiring.

If this power is driven by someone who disregards the rules, he is enough to make even the most stubborn compromises compromise—when the Holy Flame reaches the eighth ring, constantly consuming it and exposing it to more "mysteries" leading to its initial dissolution into "undying fire" is the best way to deal with Enid.

Why not use the enemies of the court?

Because outside London, there was a more formidable and menacing figure.

It's better to hand the button to end the world to a lazy old man than to give it to a curious child.

"Keshihai..."

“You used to call me ‘Lord Keshihai’.”

The man pushed up his hat brim, revealing his weathered face, and stared at Roland without turning his head: "You've found yourself a good deputy, little sparrow."

sparrow.

Keshti's nickname for "the owl of the courtroom".

Only he has the qualifications.

“…Roland Collins is the adjutant assigned to me by Lady Enid Jutia! Kashhai! If you—”

“What I want to do is beyond Enid’s control.” Kashhai smiled, the lines around his eyes proving that the man was no longer young.

He seemed to have a considerable curiosity about Roland, his fingers, hanging out of his black sleeve, slowly tapping the cotton-like ashes as if touching piano keys.

“You know the price of the spider's kiss, young man.”

Roland nodded.

This is an enemy he absolutely cannot defeat with 'ingenious power'—at least for now, the power of illusion at most allows him to fight across half (wonderful artifacts) or a whole ring without the opponent knowing his abilities.

Eight rings?

It's still "Holy Flame".

“Of course I know, sir. I knew it when I received it from Fernandez—if a warrior doesn’t understand whether his weapon is sharp, he will die on the battlefield sooner or later.”

Keshhai lowered his eyes, his fingertips tracing the pale silver, shimmering surface of the spider's snout, tracing its intricate patterns.

"If I haven't miscounted."

He paused.

"Ten shots?"

He meant that Roland, having broken free from fear, fired a total of ten shots from the start to the end of the battle: both sides had wielded the Spider's Kiss before and were well aware of the weapon's cost.

Before the fifth shot, the pain of the spider bite.

Ten shots before the attack, a trace amount of toxins that cause a negative state.

Starting from the eleventh shot.

Every time the trigger is pulled, there is a risk of death for the user—meaning that if he is even a second slower to end the fight…maybe half a second slower.

The eleventh bullet, said to be able to 'kill the immortals,' was about to hit him.

Thinking of this, a meaningful questioning expression appeared on Keshhai's weathered face—he weighed his old buddy in his hand, turned the gun around, and pointed the handle at Roland.

I handed it to him.

Fernandez was dumbfounded.

"What's so special about the boy that little Enid has taken a liking to?" Kishhai watched as Roland took the Spider's Kiss, tilting his head slightly to reveal his eyes, previously hidden in the shadow of his hat brim. "The life of a low-ring ritualist is probably only enough for an eleventh shot. I admit—"

Click. Before Keshihai could finish speaking, Roland pointed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Fernandez's shout caught in his throat, while Sindel let out a scream!
The candidate for sainthood unusually lost her composure.

but.

The gun did not fire.

An index finger was placed on the trigger, on the way back to the finish line.

Keshihai's gaze became even more eerie.

"You and she are nothing alike."

Roland glanced at the trigger he couldn't pull, then slowly released it, leaving only calm in the two pieces of soft, melting amber: "After we spend a few more decades together, maybe we'll become one person."

“She won’t live for more than a few decades.” Keshhai twirled his finger, and the beautiful gun spun around. This time, the butt of the gun was facing Keshhai himself.

He put the strange object into his trench coat pocket right in front of the three people.

"Several thousand pounds for three lives..."

“We’ve made a fortune,” Roland nodded.

“Very good. A wise man knows when to bend down—come, follow me.”

He waved to Roland, then turned and went into the alley.

The pale flames cleaved a 'new path' at his feet: when scattered rats or corpses blocked his way.

Fernandez forced himself to kneel on the ground, his eyes fixed on Roland.

The same goes for Xander.

Neither of them were stupid, and Rose wasn't present—they knew very well that Roland had no right to refuse Kashhai's request.

“...You shouldn’t have betrayed the Father God.”

But Fernandez couldn't help himself.

During those dark ten years, in the dead of night, he would always recall the image of this man leading the executors in London: What cultists? Even bishops would get slapped twice if they passed by the courthouse.

During his time in the courtroom, Kashhai truly lived up to his 'oath of the sword'.

The sword of the Father, the flames of the cross.

"betray?"

Keshihai paused in his steps.

He pulled down his hat brim and turned around, his eyes mocking: "Am I betraying the Father God, or... the high and mighty Council? Fernandez, the blindfolded live happily, but will never see the truth."

Fernandez was furious: "You think you can find the truth by killing people? You could have stayed—you and Lady Enid both have the power to change the church."

Kashhai blinked: "So, what did little Enid change?"

He blocked the muzzle of a musket that was about to be fired with his finger.

Fernandez was speechless.

Enid…

Indeed, nothing has changed.

“You’re the same as always, Fernandez. Always relying on others,” he pointed at his junior with his index finger, “before you met me, as someone who wanted to ‘change’ the Inquisition… your most frequent haunt was Red Deer Street…”

Fernandez immediately realized something, and a different emotion appeared in his eyes.

"I certainly have no interest in an apprentice who only takes over a temporary initiation ceremony... however."

Keshihai said.

"The 'Great Whirlpool' might not be so certain."

This suggestion immediately made the man, who had previously thought Gilles was safe, feel uneasy.

Westerwick—

"Where are you taking Roland?!"

“Losers have no right to ask questions,” Keshhai glanced at the girl who had collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood. “Neither does your father.”

He led Roland into the alley.

They quickly disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)