The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1102 Ch.1101 Sublime and Secular

The executives came up empty-handed.

The villa where Gilles Fonseca was imprisoned was empty—not even Florian Westwick was there.

Naturally, they would think in another direction.

"This is what we've been talking about, swords."

After dragging away the useless man whose thigh was wounded by a bullet, Roland led the executive officers into the green robe once again, and the crowd suddenly had a different leader—the real leader.

He called himself 'Trek', the person in charge of guarding Fonseca and Florian, the 'prison', and also Horn's second-in-command.

The Unfading One, Sixth Ring: "Forest Witch"

His emerald green curly hair cascaded down to his shoulders, and his narrow eyes slanted outwards from the sides of his nose—combined with his tone of voice, he was easily reminiscent of a snake.

"last night."

Clearly, Trek is a true nature walker, unlike those 'unqualified' believers.

He was not afraid of the flock of black crows that came in groups.

The courtroom is not the same as it was ten years ago.

"Last night, he attacked me and the other officers—"

Theodore quickly interrupted, "Who?"

Trek glanced at him, his smile icy: "Of course it's 'him,' Mr. Thackeray. Florian Westwick, our distinguished 'noble descendant'... He attacked the Beast Hive's steward first, and somehow managed to deceive my Ross..."

As he spoke, he swayed the hem of his robe and leaned against the outer wall of the villa.

Extend your palm.

soon.

The green brambles that enveloped the entire villa seemed to have been summoned: they came to life.

“That’s impossible, Florian can’t be—” Theodore didn’t believe Trek’s words. He had seen Florian just yesterday, and they had all agreed; Lord Horn had agreed to his proposal and was willing to issue them a mission certificate for several decades…

"Yeah."

Trek gently stroked the vines that had wrapped around his arm.

“The Green Knights can glean intelligence from plants… Mr. Thackeray, I have been to the Fifth Ring before,” he looked up at Roland and the many silent Executors behind him, “I think that while you may be reluctant to believe in heretics, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to find a Green Knight from the Fifth Ring… Mr. Thackeray, you have never associated with lies… Tell them what your ‘friends’ in the Holy Land have witnessed.”

Theodore didn't rush to reply. He took a few steps back and turned to walk towards the bushes on either side of the path.

Under the watchful eyes of many ritual participants, he revealed his "secret".

half an hour.

His face became extremely ugly.

Trek was not lying.

Florian did just that: like a fool, he paralyzed Trek's 'Ross' and most of the surrounding vegetation, and attacked the Beast Hive's manager...

“The Westwick family has indeed inherited many terrifying artifacts, even if it's only a fourth ring, Mr. Thackeray. It took us a great deal of effort to capture him, actually—”

The crowd stirred and made way.

“Lord Horn.” Trek quickly bowed in greeting.

Horn nodded to Trek and then moved past the executives present in turn.

“That’s not a good way to greet someone, Mr. Collins.”

He stopped.

Pairs of bright green eyes lit up amidst the lush greenery along the roadside.

"And no one dares to harm His traveler in the Holy Land..."

“Now we have it.” Roland smiled broadly.

At the boundary between green and black, time seems to stand still.

Horn stared at Roland, who stared blankly at the weeds at his feet.

A long stretch of several tens of seconds.

Neither side spoke.

Until Theodore spoke.

He couldn't just stand by and watch the two sides start fighting.

"...Lord Horn, I wish you would allow me to see Florian Westwick. I believe there must be some misunderstanding... He... he would never harm our people... Besides... you yesterday..."

Horn shifted his gaze, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear: "Yesterday?"

Theodore clenched his fist: "You said yesterday that Florian should leave London and go...go back to the port..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Theodore heard a muttering. The volume was so loud it seemed they were deliberately trying to make him hear.

'Westwick failed to fulfill the responsibility entrusted to him by the goddess.'

I think this surname is no longer 'noble'...

'Hush... Who taught Lord Horn to be so soft-hearted... If it were me... blasphemers must die...'

Horn raised his arm and gently patted Theodore's shoulder twice.

As soon as he took action, the subsequent discussions were instantly silenced.

This caused both Blade and Heller to frown simultaneously.

“Indeed, Theodore Gabriel Thackeray, my compatriot,” he proclaimed, looking around at the assembled believers, “I did indeed promise Thackeray. If we consult the goddess and receive her grace, may the sins of Westevik be forgiven…”

He became increasingly 'grief' as he spoke:
"But I simply cannot forgive Florian Westwick, along with his loyal hounds, for harming our fellow citizens..."

He's more like a politician than an agent of God.

The crow couldn't help but sarcastically remark, "Do you really care that much about your fellow countrymen?"

Horn's expression immediately changed.

"You should not set foot in the land of the living! Believer of death!"

The relationship between the Great Vortex and the Ring of Eternal Silence is like that between the Holy Cross and the Cradle of Flesh and Blood—aside from the outlier Natalie Benevento, few followers of the Ring of Eternal Silence would have any connection with the Great Vortex.

"Right now, all we want to know is where Gilles Fonseca is, Mr. Horn."

Horn said he was powerless to help.

That night, they only captured Florian Westwick, the one who had caused the disturbance. The others in the villa—only Gilles Fonseca—did not come into their sight.

In chaos.

She just disappeared like that.

Roland blinked. "It's astonishing, Mr. Horn. A mere mortal has vanished without a sound from the sacred grounds of the Great Vortex."

Horn replied coolly, "If it's truly as sacred as you claim, Your Excellency, you shouldn't have barged in—Gilce Fonseca harmed my people, and even if she were a member of the Inquisition, you cannot take her away unless she is missing..."

“I don’t think we need to define a lady’s identity too early… Can we just wander around?” Roland drew a circle the size of a button in front of his eyes with his fingertip.

This made the green-robed men behind Horn unable to contain their anger any longer.

These robbers even planned to break into their house?!
How dare they? !

"Roland Collins".

Horn's voice grew increasingly deep.

The two stared at each other in silence.

Anyone could smell the danger in the air.

Yes.

This is the best opportunity.

Horn.

Go to war.

First, strike and kill this pretty little face. Then, kill the dead believer… Given the stubbornness of these fools, perhaps by sacrificing half a Tree Mother, they could keep most of the burners in the Holy Land…

then.

You will then achieve your goal: force Enid Jutia to take action…

Horn glanced to the side.

It landed on a gray-haired girl.

No.

He just wanted to get the deal done, a symbolic 'all-out effort'.

Kill most of the executives…

This will likely really enrage Enid Judit... and Kashhai.

And then there's Gary Kratoffer.

Horn backed down.

He has obtained Florian Westwick's artifact... and himself. The most important thing now is to extract the illustrious blood and complete the sanctuary ritual.

Disaster…

It will never befall the person the goddess favors most.

(End of this chapter)