The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 177: The New Sacrament
The remains of different species each have their own magical uses.

such as.

A certain alien species named "Genie in a Bottle".

They usually appear around young children (a few adults have also encountered genies in bottles) and say they can fulfill the holder's wish - in exchange, the wisher has to pay a price equal to the value of the wish.

There is no introduction to this species in the Inquisition's library.

"Because it is very valuable, Roland. The previous Inquisition could not obtain such a precious thing."

According to Shandel, the Church has recorded three appearances of the genie in the bottle.

They all do regrettable things to their holders.

The first owner was a twelve-year-old girl.

This ignorant girl made a wish to see her dead father.

After hearing this, I believe all the smart people have the answer.

Yes.

She did 'go to see' her father.

The second holder is also a child.

He wished he could have enough white bread every day.

This wish led the detectives from the Supervisory Bureau to find a corpse with its belly bulged by bread.

The third holder is an adult female.

She made a wish, hoping that her father would give all the family property to her - first of all, she had two older brothers and a younger brother.

This wish caused her to lose four of her relatives.

His father, two older brothers, and a younger brother all died in a carriage accident.

And it just so happened that his family didn't have even a distant relative - this wealth, more than enough for her to enjoy for the rest of her life, really fell into her hands.

Of course, she had to pay a small price.

——She was completely paralyzed.

"Genius in a bottle."

On the return carriage, Shandel described to Roland in detail what this alien had done - it was different from the 'dancer' that Ximanlis had seen.

This alien species is born with malicious intent.

To humans.

"It interprets wishes, but each time it is full of malicious intent." Shandel said: "Three cases, three identical aliens, three bottles."

"The bottle it came in."

Shandel lifted his gray hair and turned the topic around, returning to blood again: "They found that any liquid put into the bottle will not deteriorate...it can keep the liquid inside fresh forever."

"The Inspectorate kept one bottle and handed over two to the church."

she says.

"Grandpa kept one and gave one to the Parliament of Truth."

Shandel told Roland that this alien species had appeared more than three times. Some bottles might have fallen into the hands of nobles or pagans and were traded or collected for use...

As for the branch of the church, it was filled with the blood of alien species.

"You want it, right?" Shandel squinted at Roland. "I won't ask you what you're going to use it for... But, alien blood, especially fresh blood, is very expensive. Roland, can you pay enough?"

Roland looked disappointed: "I wish I was still Mr. Rose who eloped with you."

Shandel paused and chuckled.

"I don't know how much the blood of alien species is worth, Shandel. I hope you can tell me the 'normal' price, not the 'friendly price'." Roland leaned against the awning, calculating the wealth in his hand.

To be honest, he felt he should be able to afford it.

"price?"

Xiandel thought for a moment and came over quietly.

Said something in his ear.

Roland tilted his head and blinked rapidly: "…Sorry, I suddenly lost my hearing just now."

Shandel puffed up his cheeks and said, "You heard it."

"I probably won't be able to hear anything today."

"Then I'll come see you tomorrow."

Roland: ...

Why do you have to do this, Shandel?

"Ms. Kratov, I don't know if the road has brought you pain. But in any case, this is not what a friend or a teammate should do."

Roland pinched his ears, looked out the window, and ignored her.

The relaxed smile on the girl's face gradually disappeared.

There was a chill in his eyes.

“I believe in the All-Father.”

Her tone suddenly became mechanical and stiff, and her facial features seemed to follow some kind of rule, showing an extremely unnatural sense of horror like a puppet: "…Anyone who stands in the way of my faith is an enemy."

Roland didn't look back: "Your teammates too?"

"Even Enid Jutia cannot stop the faith of a devout person." Shandel gently unbuttoned the single button of his collar, took out the silver cross that was close to his body and held it in his hand, leaned close to the young man, and raised his head. He looked at Roland devoutly as if he was praying every day, just like looking at the benefactor who could only be glimpsed through the path.

"Roland Collins,"

Her voice was soft but firm.

"The benefactor brought you and guided me to find you..."

"This must be my destiny."

She took Roland's hand and forcefully placed the warm cross into his palm.

"You have to help me. You have to hear the confession of the Penitent."

"This is something that believers of the Benefactor should not refuse."

Roland said nothing, turned around and looked at her quietly.

The pale flames blew out the outline of the girl in front of him.

She was like a hysterical madman whose voice had been removed, her eyes full of hatred and pain - but her mouth couldn't stop whispering to herself.

Her angry and vicious gaze almost turned into a physical blade that tore Roland into pieces.

But she chiseled a hole in the blue surface of the lake, and tears flowed down onto Roland's wrist.

Her spirit was like the waterlogged potholes that dot the East End.

It's all turbid.

A mess of thoughts.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

She grasped Roland's wrist tightly, her knuckles turning white: "... Roland Collins."

Her smile became more and more forced.

"My sacrament of the day."

…………

……

The carriage stopped at the East End.

Not far from the pharmacy.

The corner of an abandoned alley.

A corrupt corner that no one cares about.

A loud clapping sound was heard -

Snapped!
moment.

Roland Collins walked out with a gloomy face, holding his cane and swinging his right hand.

The gray-haired girl who followed closely behind him covered her cheeks, smiled foolishly, and followed the young man in small steps like the most loyal servant.

She heard him sigh and turn around again, a look of suspicion on his face.

"Have I been cursed by you, Cinder Kratov?" Roland's mind was now full of the scene just now - he felt that not only Cinder Kratov was abnormal.

Now, I am not normal anymore.

He actually...

I didn't feel uncomfortable with my behavior just now.

He should have felt uncomfortable.

"Yes, I cursed you, Roland." Xiandel rubbed his swollen cheek, as if he had finally put down a heavy burden and felt much lighter: "But no one can break this curse...Except me."

Roland didn't know what to say.

Shandel Kratov.

This woman...it's like she has a contagious disease.

Or like a drowning man.

She caught him and insisted on dragging him into the water.

"Xandel."

"Roland?"

"Have you ever, I mean, tried - I mean, if, I'm not special... well... anyway, do you understand?"

Shandel watched him explain dryly: he wanted to use some clear and specific words, but was embarrassed and ashamed to speak out - as unfamiliar as a lion trying to hunt for the first time and has not yet learned to follow instinct.

Or rather, he learned it, but she was not his prey.

That's a pity.

"I tried, Roland."

The girl pulled her felt hat down, lifted her skirt, took a small step forward, and landed lightly beside Roland.

"I've tried...many times." She confessed in his ear: "Look..."

"Doesn't this prove that..."

“Are some people really special?”

(End of this chapter)