Chapter 659 Ch658 Admirer York

Chapter 659 Ch.658 Worshiper York

A liar who has lied all his life may only have enough "influence" to upgrade from the first ring to the second ring.

Perfect disguise, imitation that is almost unnoticed by anyone.

Easy and clever ring-up ceremony.

The price of these joys is that they need a greater influence than other ritualists.

The lies seen in daily life are really not worth mentioning.

They want to be bigger and more vigorous, with countless burning fires everywhere, and the lies that immerse the whole world in flames.

The ingenious trap in the "Ocean Trade" case undoubtedly aroused vigilance.

——The queen's vigilance.

Other sects showed little interest in this: although they hated the ritualists of this path, they did not pay much attention to these liars who were full of lies.

After all.

A mirror cannot destroy a sect formed around the gods.

But it may be able to collapse the walls of a city, tear apart a rich land, rust a brilliant chair, and a crown shining with power and honor through lies.

So.

When the ritualist of the Tribunal came to the conclusion of "forgetting" after interrogation, the woman on the throne began to go crazy again (according to Enid).

"She met with me, and recently invited the person in charge of the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Great Whirlpool to bring a great sin to the "Silver Spindle".

Enid said lightly, and couldn't help laughing when she thought of the woman forcibly restraining her anger and panic in her heart.

"The "Silver Spindle" is not a "great sin", and no one would agree to it.

A cult composed of women.

-- Fear such an organization?

The benefactor is above, but anyone who knows shame will not do this.

Roland has always wanted to find out what happened between Enid and the queen, so that the two of them disliked each other, but they kept this "dislike" to a certain controllable degree...

"In terms of being blessed by nature, I have to say that the mirror is more enviable than any path of the crown god. "

Enid sighed.

After all.

The Ring Rite and the Soul Fire (Qualification) are the locks and doors that trouble and block all ritualists from moving forward.

Some people have to wait for decades for a ritual, and even pay an extremely "expensive" and unbearable price, just to exchange for a trace of blood-like red wine.

And the ritualists of the "Mirror" Road...

Just an immortal lie.

…………

……

The traveler's decayed teeth were taken away by Roland.

Before leaving, he also went to Fernandez's office by the way-this gentleman was not at "home" again.

To be honest, this is how the days of the executive officers have been for the past ten years.

Except that their chief judge has started to "retro" recently, these old executive officers are not much better than Fernandez-

They don't have to spend a lot of time praying to a statue every week, don't have to preside over baptism ceremonies for people, don't have to listen to the private and smelly confessions of those ladies and gentlemen, and tell them in a good voice:

God forgives you.

Fernandez is the most standard example.

Today, it is difficult for the executive officers who can stay to change these bad habits that have penetrated into their bones - Enid doesn't care.

Roland greeted all the way and returned to the common room.

Halida was being entangled by a boy, stammering to answer his incoherent questions.

The maid didn't have the slightest boredom on her face, but was very happy to talk, even if she stumbled.

Roland knew him.

York.

Peter Heller's apprentice, a semi-ritualist who has not yet formally entered the circle.

An apprentice who has just manifested the arcane triangle.

He didn't need to walk behind the bench to hear the conversation between the two people:

York: 'Mr. Collins actually likes to collect different styles of canes? '

Halida: 'Also, maybe? I can't, I can't be sure...'

York: 'He likes it, right? '

Halida: 'I, I don't know...'

York: 'Do you live with him? Is he training his swordsmanship and gun skills all day? ’

Halida: ‘It’s meditation…’

York: ‘Oh! I know! Mr. Heller said that we should exercise our control over the “secret”…’

Halida: ‘Facing the fireplace…’

York: ‘Is this the secret? ! ’

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Roland on the side: …

He didn’t say anything, wanting to hear what Halida would say.

The brown maid looked a little guilty, and raised her chin slightly in confusion.

The boy was very excited.

“Great! I knew it! Collins, who has handled so many big cases, must have his own secrets! He, he must be, oh--Mr. Collins!”

The dancing boy glanced at the person standing aside for a long time.

“Mr. Collins! Mr. Roland Collins!”

He left the maid, ran to Roland, and saluted properly--this was rare among the executive officers.

Generally speaking, the most common greetings between ‘brothers and sisters’ are:

‘Good day, old bastard.’

‘Good day, I heard you were hit by a bullet in the last mission, I wish you better luck next time.’

Respect, honorifics and politeness rarely flow between each other.

Except for a few old gentlemen like Peter Heller, a group of executives headed by Fernandez were mostly spokesmen of foul language and sarcasm.

York inherited his mentor's courtesy.

Maybe, it's different for Roland.

"Good day, York. I think you're a lot taller than last time."

The boy grinned stupidly and tugged at the decent trumpet uniform: "I heard that you solved another case! Silver spindle, right? A group of criminals tried to carry out a conspiracy in the city, and were arrested. After you found out, you caught them one by one!"

Roland bent down and patted the boy's shoulder gently: "I have better luck than ordinary people."

The boy sniffed, dissatisfied with his humility: "That's not luck! Mr. Heller said that you are a born ritualist. If you are different, you should be favored by the world - you are extraordinary!"

"I have to thank Mr. Heller for the compliment, although I don't think I'm as good as he said." Roland tilted his head, with a hint of ridicule in his tone: "I'm afraid Mr. Heller thinks you are extraordinary. Otherwise, How can we, an 'old gentleman' who never accepts apprentices in the Tribunal, be so 'open to the outside world'?"

The boy smiled even more stupidly.

He shyly scratched his head, neck, and back of his hands, even though these places weren't itchy.

"...I still think you are the best."

He was filled with longing, as Fernandez always was when he mentioned Enid.

"Although you are not the "Holy Flame" or a ritual practitioner of other crowned gods. But it also happens to prove that as long as you are good enough, you don't need a "broad and flat" road, you can also punish rape and eliminate harm, and bring justice to suffering! "

York kept talking without waiting for Roland to answer.

"... Mr. Heller is starting to investigate... Oh, you know, right? There's been a lot of buzz in the city recently about the cult...tea party. I think if I hand it over to you, it will be a 'short' case again."

The young gentleman shook his head, imitating his mentor's tone and talking about the recent case, and asked Roland if he could visit him when he was free.

"Mr. Collins, you and my mentor are both my role models."

he said.

"Silly boy."