The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1091 Ch.1090 Gilles's Question
Keshtai showed leniency.

According to the medical officer, if that 'blasphemer' were to strike a few more times, Fernandez, even if he didn't die, would be permanently removed from his position as an executive officer and would have to be transferred to logistics or some other post.

The same goes for Xander.

"Didn't you bring a bouquet of flowers?"

Lying in his hospital bed, the man, wrapped up like a dumpling, saw Roland push open the door and immediately launched into his sarcastic remarks—speaking of dumplings, once the disaster was over, he needed Randolph's help to find some good chefs…

"I don't like flowers anymore."

Roland placed several bags of cookies from Enid's office on the bedside table.

Sender is on another floor.

Fernandez was the only one in the room.

"I also hate flower shops."

For a long time to come, he will have to avoid exposing this flaw of his.

"...You're not hurt at all?" Once Roland was seated, Fernandez was finally able to take a good look at his adjutant—sometimes he was as conflicted as a girl in love: he didn't want Roland to be seriously injured, but he also didn't want to see him completely unharmed.

This makes him and Shandel look foolish.

"How not?"

Roland clutched his chest and frowned:

"My heart is breaking for you and Xander..."

Then Fernandez insulted him, accusing him of having an affair with his mother.

"Don't do this. Don't you want to hear where Keshihai took me and what he said?"

Fernandez asked suspiciously, "You told Lady Enid this secret, why would you tell me?"

"Do you want to hear it?"

"think."

“But Enid didn’t teach me to talk to other people.”

“There must be something wrong between you and your mother.”

Roland took out two cigars, lit them, and stuffed one into the mouth of the cursing captain.

Fernandez, still holding the food in his mouth, glared at Roland: "...The doctor said I'm not allowed to put anything in my mouth except for medication and my daily rations of food and water. My injury is too severe."

“This one is five pounds,” Roland said, glancing sideways.

“…But then again, they always like to exaggerate,” he said, turning with difficulty to the side, puffing out smoke from his thick cigar. “Why the hell don’t I have a better idea, to open a perfume shop or something…to make money…”

“I think you’re about to receive a windfall, Fernandez.”

Roland spoke to the beaming man:

“Enid strongly agrees with our move to the East District—you know, there are some things that the presiding judge can’t say out loud…”

Fernandez was initially delighted, then frowned: "...I understand...but going to the East End was your decision, Roland—"

Roland gently touched his shoulder twice and shook his head.

“You will always be the captain, Fernandez. We are a team too—me, Shandel, and you. Do we have to be so particular about who’s who? Besides, didn’t you just mention the ‘perfume shop’? Shandel and I are not short of money.”

"...So, you spoke up for me in front of the adults?" The man, who was almost wrapped up like a mummy, glanced guiltily at the door and asked, shrinking his neck.

“I did tell you, I said it was you who suggested going to the East District to be the first to lend a helping hand to those poor people…” Roland nodded: “Enid was very happy, she said that this kind of executive truly deserves the title of ‘Father God’s Sword’—once you recover, you must go to her office in person to discuss the details…”

Fernandez glanced at Roland, still somewhat puzzled: "Didn't you tell Lady Enid? You've been doing some things in the office—"

The drawn-out melody, born of hesitation, was the final sound in the brief silence.

Fernandez glared at Roland. As a man himself, he knew all too well what would happen if a couple didn't talk about serious matters in a room.

seriously.

Enid Jutia is not only famous in the industry, but also the unattainable goal of most executives—it's shameless, Roland Collins, to do such a thing.

“…Tell me in detail.”

He rubbed his fingers together, peeking around like a sleazy scoundrel who frequents the red-light district.

Roland gave him the middle finger. "Why don't you tell us your 'little story' with Ms. Fonseca?"

“Alright, if you want to hear it, I’d be happy to…” He chatted idly with his adjutant, puffing on his cigar, but after a while, his expression turned grim again: “…I’m not kidding, Roland. You have to help me…”

"what?"

"Gilth. You said she was taken by Westevik to the 'Great Vortex,' is that right?"

"Yes."

"You heard what Keshihai said too."

Although Westevik was to give Gilles Fonseca a new identity as agreed, he still hoped that Roland would bring his Gilles to the courtroom.

Keshhai's words left him somewhat uncertain about what had happened in the "Great Vortex".

“There are many who manipulate the rats, and I don’t think the Church can accurately convict every apprentice—think of something, Roland… help me. Gilles… is very important to me.”

…………

……

The trouble caused by the Saviour Brotherhood has undoubtedly added further waves to an already turbulent London—they need official recognition that allows them to operate in the open, and at the same time, they are forbidden from being called 'cultists' by the church any longer…

Actually.

As the rats were gradually eliminated, the apprentices naturally discovered that 'manipulating the rat swarm' was just a bubble-like illusion: the rats were the ones who were special, not them.

What makes apprenticeships special?

The interesting thing about this discovery is that most of the 'rat messengers' don't believe the official story. They think it's a delaying tactic—once the rats are completely eradicated, these 'rat messengers' will be toothless…

Not the same as meat falling onto the cutting board?

Therefore, it seems that the trouble caused by the Savi brothers was not entirely for the sake of gold.

They demand an explanation.

The saying that one must not break one's word in public.

The citizens wholeheartedly supported this, and some were even encouraged to take to the streets in protest with those self-proclaimed "Red Sons."

Roland understood.

Some families who hadn't lost their wives, children, or parents had all been saved from the gray tide by the "rat messengers." They simply walked into the streets holding up the signs and flags that had been made. What was so difficult about that?
not to mention.

The rich are the ones who get eaten by rats, it has nothing to do with them... Anyway, the rich never die a good death.

procession.

Traffic congestion.

The streets were a mess.

The rat population has not yet been completely eradicated.

Torches were lit everywhere.

as well as.

After a long period of wage cuts, factory owners have once again opened their purses, urging workers to bravely face the 'minor dangers' and return to the factories immediately—Roland could not describe the chaos in London today, where murder and work can happen on the same road, in the same place, as can marches and rat extermination.

The citizens seemed used to it. It wasn't indifference; the girl was experiencing two minutes for the first time, and it was completely different from the two minutes the women had experienced—the latter could still eat a few dates and feed their children in that short time.

Simultaneously.

Many small, unnamed groups related to mysticism have also emerged among the general public.

At this point, even the dumbest person would know that the situation was out of control.

Mr. Collins, caught up in the chaos, paid no heed to any of this. With the help of his maid, he dressed in his ceremonial robes, and led Delos, the girl eagerly awaiting her sister, into a carriage studded with torches like a hedgehog, heading straight for the sanctuary of the nearby whirlpool.

It's here too.

He encountered the Sun Knight, whom he hadn't seen in a long time—Deloz said it was probably the best name he had ever given…

Theodore Gabriel Thackeray.

"I went to the courthouse to look for you, but they said you were on a mission..." The anxious-looking man jumped down from the carriage.

(End of this chapter)