Chapter 528 Ch527 Accidentally Injured Ear

Chapter 528 Ch.527 Accidentally injured ear

Roland must have been 'not seriously injured' - according to Wrench, if he was burdened with many major rituals and two secret organs, he could still be seriously injured in the hands of that stupid big man, which would be a shame for him. 'Gold pounds'.

To a certain extent, Roland is indeed 'expensive'.

And it can be seen to the naked eye that it is becoming more and more ‘expensive’.

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I am not considered a gold pound ritualist.

"A special path, many major rituals, two secret organs, knowing the target's fighting style, not afraid of holy water——"

"If you still can't suppress that stupid guy, it's time to buy a farm and retire early."

Roland curled his lips.

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Nonsense.

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Just tell me whether I am great or not.

"Normally speaking, you should be called 'open'."

Roland:? -

What does openness mean...is it...unreasonable?

"No, that makes perfect sense."

"The gap between you is too big - now you should know what the secret organ and the grand ceremony mean. Being able to use the grand ceremony of other paths without any scruples, Roland, if you don't die in the lower circle, you will be in the future. There are no shortcomings.”

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So when I reach the seventh ring, I should be able to fight against the eighth ring?

"Small."

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What's too small?

"You're too timid."

"If everything goes well, the moment you step into the sixth ring, you will have caught up with the ritualist who holds the most secret organs in history."

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Delise…

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Saint.

"That's right."

"Six secret organs."

"The grand ceremony of the path of the Crowned God."

"I kind of believe now that you might be the protagonist."

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I am.

"You are a fart! If I were you, I would never step on that frost trap!"

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Unfortunately you are not.

"..."

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whee.

"I'll kill you."

Roland:......

That's right.

Roland’s so-called ‘not seriously injured’…

It's just a sprained foot.

My ankle sprained again.

The same one.

When he was dancing to say goodbye to Fernandez, he didn't pay attention to the bulging tree vine under his feet...

And Shuteng himself will never walk on a dishonest foot.

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I hate maelstroms.

"What does this have to do with the maelstrom, you blind man with an underdeveloped cerebellum?"

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What kind of brain... healthy development?

"Forget it. I really admire Su Yue for having the patience to tell you so many stories..."

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Oh, now you know about Miss Nina?

"I didn't praise you two."

…………

…

Roland didn't go to the church or the Inquisition last night and stayed at home to nurse...that foot.

(Actually to deal with frost on skin and clothing, as well as scratches from fights.)

Xander led Halida to the trial court - the case had to have a beginning and an end. Since Halida's brother was lost... or perhaps dead, she had to undergo a certain level of interrogation, and if there was a chance, there might be treatment.

Enid turned a blind eye, immersed in her novel.

Fernandez came to Roland the next day and apologized to Roland - for his 'indiscretion' and 'coldness':

He said that he should not have left him and Xander behind, nor should he have left Roland where he was in order to chase the cultist.

If he was really harmed by some curse or strange object, there might be big problems.

"I'll be kicking myself for ten years."

The second floor of the drug store.

A man-bear squatted on a relatively short and narrow chair, pretending to be talking casually.

Roland leaned on the head of the bed, slumped on the bed as if he had no bones in his body, and joked: "...it doesn't take ten years, just three thousand days is enough, captain."

Fernandez scratched his thigh and didn't react for a long time.

"...Isn't that ten years?"

"I thought you couldn't count."

Fernandez: ...

"I don't think you're hurt."

"I wasn't injured to begin with," Roland smiled and squeezed Fernandez's hand. "From the moment I became the executive officer, I had to accept an ending. Fernandez, this is Every executive knows this."

"Damn liar."

Fernandez was unaware of the characters floating around his head and sighed with relief: "Should I say you are lucky or unlucky, Roland? Why do things like this always happen to you - that's a person with at least three rings. A cultist, and on a very special path.”

Roland was confused: "She didn't seem to want to hurt Xiandel or me."

"Of course," Fernandez also thought so, otherwise the two rookies wouldn't survive before he arrived: "Maybe they don't want to be enemies of the Tribunal." When talking about the scene at that time, Fernandez became angry. Come to one place.

"…turned into the shape of my mother. A bunch of blasphemers who are so ugly that no one can see them…damn it…"

Roland blinked: "Maybe she's pretty."

Fernandez did not say that he suffered a loss in the battle: "Ha, I guess he is a thick-waisted, square-faced old guy with nostrils bigger than your eyes."

"You really like to guess."

Roland grimaced and looked away silently.

Yam Jones didn't dare to show the face of the "adult" in black church uniforms. Although she really couldn't like the person who led Roland to a dangerous road - but for Roland to have more "peaceful life", the woman still forced a smile and entertained him with Pushu Collins.

"Your "mother" doesn't like me very much."

Fernandez could see it of course.

"She's always worried that I'll get hurt..."

"Cherish your family, Roland." Fernandez said casually, and seemed to find that this would make the atmosphere too heavy, and explained with a smile: "Every link of the "Holy Flame" will make us lose such feelings. "

"Sometimes, I clearly know that the woman in front of me should not die."

Fernandez said.

"But I don't feel any regret or pity for killing her. "

This is not "confessing one's heart", because everyone who has come into contact with the mystery has the same feeling.

It's just that the "road" separates different pains.

"I often think that maybe we, the self-important ritualists, are the real monsters in this world."

It's even heavier, Fernandez.

What on earth are you here for?

The captain, who didn't notice this, started talking and muttered to Roland about the cases he had handled when he first joined the job.

He said that most ritualists suffer from pain, the kind of unspeakable pain that can only be felt through every movement when the needle is in your body - it's very uncomfortable, but how should you choose someone?

"That's a great power that can make people transcend the mundane world."

Fernandez told Roland that only a very small number of ritualists would "enjoy" such "loss" - they are like fish in water, and even desire every more "loss" to make their souls full of holes.

"Those people are monsters among monsters."

Indeed.

Fernandez.

But I am a patient.

Roland suddenly understood why the captain always lingered in the red-light district - perhaps there was a lot of love for women, but he was sure that a large part of the money was spent on the "please listen to me" portion.

It's not easy to make a living.

Roland silently pitied those girls who not only had to work hard but also had to train their patience.

If there was a path that required the qualification of "speaking", Fernandez would probably become immortal on the spot and show the world's born deaf some real color.

'Is this the hell you have longed for and pursued all your life? '

Puff.

Fernandez: ...

"Roland."

"Hmm?"

Fernandez: "Why are you laughing?"

Roland: "I'm just thinking about what you said just now."

Fernandez: "What did I say just now?"

Roland smoothed his black hair and stretched: "...I will go back to the court with you today."

Fernandez glanced at his feet and nodded: "Okay. What did I say just now."

Roland: "Do you want to take some Yam's meat pies to eat on the way?"

Fernandez: "Okay. What did I say just now."

Roland: "Do you want to take a cup of hot coffee with you?"

Fernandez: "Okay. What did I say just now."

Roland: "...Fernandez."

"Hmm?"

"Actually...that cultist injured my ear yesterday."