The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1113 Ch.1112 Old Friend
"Can't tell."

Enid casually replied, pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Keshhai, pouring herself a glass as well.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"Waiting for your wedding—"

“He won’t marry me.” Enid glanced at the man, clearly not fond of the topic.

"No?" Keshhai frowned. "He loves you?"

"Without a doubt."

"You love him too."

"of course."

"I think no one can stop an octagonal ring from getting married...?"

Kashhai was unaware of Enid's thoughts.

He never understood.

“I’m too old, Kashhai. Roland Collins should marry someone of a suitable age, someone who can help him, perhaps… a noblewoman would be good too,” Enid said casually, as if discussing someone else’s marriage, without taking it to heart at all.

At least, that's how it appears.

But Keshihai didn't believe it.

He knew how long Enid had waited for her 'fate' and how much effort she had put in.

“I have never called you ‘stupid,’ little Enid.”

The meaning of Keshihai is very simple.

"you…"

Seeing the woman's increasingly cold expression, he wisely chose to remain silent.

Obvious.

Even in Kashgar, a place notorious for its "major crimes" that strike fear into the hearts of many, people are reluctant to provoke this...

Crazy woman.

"Okay, so what kind of lover did you choose for yourself... By the way, don't you think there's something wrong with what you're saying?"

Enid shrugged. “Shandel Kratofer, or Lillian Rose Vansidat Shelley. I was originally planning to introduce him to my friend…you know, the one who inherited a huge fortune…”

Sender.

Shelley.

And what Enid mentioned, that girl from the North family…

Keshihai is not unfamiliar, especially the former.

“The Cratoff family’s little madwoman?” He had just broken the girl’s ribs a few days ago. “For her father? And Shelley? A merchant’s… murky daughter?”

Enid shook her head slightly, without answering.

She stared at the similarly colored liquid with her dark brown eyes.

Through it.

Everything is distorted.

"That depends on Roland's choice."

she says.

Keshhai sneered: "If he chooses an answer other than yours, someone will break his legs."

Is the person you're talking about you?

Enid sighed and called out his name: "Kishhai".

If others were present, they would be astonished that these two, who seem to be irreconcilable enemies to outsiders, could get along so well as old friends.

“…Suit yourself, little Enid. I’m just warning you: Roland Collins is walking down an extremely dangerous path,” Kishhai placed the hand holding his wine glass on his knee, his expression turning serious as he spoke. “That path is different from the ‘Holy Flame’…”

"No, it should be said that it is unlike any other road."

He spotted Roland's path immediately.

In this respect, Enid could not hide anything from him—otherwise, he wouldn't have been the one to leave ten years ago.

"Illusion will devour the ritualist's reality. Little Enid, it's not too late to stop it... if you don't want to see your lover become a true madman."

Enid lowered her eyes: "That was his fate."

“Our fate is in our own hands! You—” Keshhai was furious at her incredibly foolish idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh to the poor woman: “...If you want to stay with him for the long term, little Enid, you must stop him from going any further.”

Keshhai drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and placed it on the round table.

“I gave him organs from the ‘multi-headed race.’ This was a good opportunity.”

Enid understood what Keshhai meant. Those who received transplants of organs from the multi-headed race, especially the cerebrospinal fluid of the ritual practitioners, almost all exhibited similar symptoms: whether they survived or passed away.

Amnesia.

"Six months. Take your lover and leave London."

Keshihai said.

"You two still have at least several decades of romantic time ahead of you..."

That can be guaranteed.

Keshihai's words were without ulterior motives.

He was completely thinking of little Enid, that poor woman.

Far from the center of the vortex, with her eighth-ring strength, she could live a peaceful and happy life with her lover—provided that no one changes their mind.

Enid Juilliard.

This woman was no match for the increasingly unpredictable and turbulent city of London.

Keshihai had a premonition.

Just like those single-lens-of-a-kind, gear-headed types say: a new era has arrived.

A new era?
It's just a rotten era that repeats itself and is continued to be ruled by conspirators.

"Leave London."

“…I don’t think it’s time yet, Kashgar,” Enid pursed her lips, “our destiny…”

"When is 'when' enough?" Keshhai interrupted. "When they force you to reveal your power? Or when you're forced to advance to the ninth ring and become the 'Undying Flame'? Your little lover can't protect you."

Enid shook her head again.

"Tell me, little Enid. What...did you see?"

Kishhai pressed for further answers.

Enid didn't answer, but instead changed the subject: "I traded 'incense offerings to become a god' with Victoria. Are you interested?"

Keshhai scoffed: "I never believe... wait!"

He suddenly straightened up.

"how dare you!"

"Why wouldn't you dare?" Enid asked with a strange expression. "We all know that the Father of All Things is not great."

Gods…

Secret organs…

In an instant, one guess after another popped into Keshhai's mind, vibrating and roaring like the large machine of a steam-powered carriage.

"...The necessary condition is a secret organ?" he asked, frowning.

“Perhaps…” Enid paused, “…it is a ‘non-human species’.”

Yes.

With the continuous replacement of his organs with different types, Roland Collins…

Can they still be considered 'human'?

“God…prophecy…” Kashhai found the whole thing increasingly amusing: “Messiah? You think Roland Collins is the prophesied Messiah? A savior who will lead the world to a brighter future? The son of the benefactor? Or are you secretly guiding him in that direction?”

For the first time, he saw 'ambition' in this woman.

is it?

“Messiah?” Enid smiled too.

Roland is not the Messiah.

“Leave me alone, Keshhai. I also advise you not to turn on that light—I’ve never said it before, but today… I have to remind you that you don’t have to pay such a high price for it.”

Enid knew perfectly well what Kishhai wanted to do with the "Breath of Order"—what was the point?
What does it matter to her whether the world is in chaos or not?
She couldn't understand Keshihai's 'ideal'.

That can't even be called an ideal: to tear down the barriers of history, open the doors, and let the enemy swagger into our home...

Is this 'for humanity'?
Kashhai forced a smile: "It seems we can't convince each other. Little Enid, regarding the 'Holy Grail'... I hope you pay close attention. This time is different. The saint chosen by the Church, and the rituals... I can sense it, little Enid. This 'Holy Grail' is different from the past..."

Enid remained silent.

of course.

Keshihai.

This time is definitely different.

(End of this chapter)