The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1114 (Ch.1113) Gifts and Tenderness

London has been in chaos lately.

Not only were there "cat people" everywhere wearing instruments and making a "clicking" sound when they shook, but many citizens also took to the streets in groups, holding handwritten wooden signs and bed sheets—they were speaking for the Savi Brotherhood, and at the same time, they were speaking for themselves who had been deceived for so many years.

Nation, government, religious sect.

This world clearly harbors a special, supernatural force.

They've been deceived, haven't they?

Surely there are people who don't want them to come into contact with such transcendent power, covering up the truth with lies, and treating the lance like an infant, pointing at it and saying it's their afternoon meal.

That's outrageous and shameless.

They want an explanation.

of course.

The people themselves were not clear about what they wanted to 'demand an explanation'. These people were simply following the lead of a neighbor or friend, or spontaneously joining in when everyone else was taking to the streets—they didn't know who the real leader was, they were just shifting their idle chatter from the walls to the streets of London.

Incidentally, there's something else that's both funny and frustrating.

—Because 'being infected with the plague' is a necessary prerequisite for 'becoming the one who manipulates the rat swarm'. And 'manipulating the rat swarm' means having one foot in the door of the 'supernatural'…

It's hard to imagine just how 'popular' these patients in London have become: those who were once avoided are now the neighborhood's 'darlings'. People have suddenly become friendly, readily offering help to the suffering families of these patients.

The only condition is…

They want to visit them in person.

They might even have to go through some more intimate formalities.

For example, touching cheeks or kissing hands.

Using someone else's tableware 'inadvertently', or even going to the South District to find thugs and buy things that the patient had used—some of these things are easy to say, while others are hard to talk about.

It's even disgusting.

Most of those who do this are young people.

Because older people understand that climbing a ladder doesn't depend on how strong your legs are—it depends on whether the person on the wall is holding the ladder, or…

Push it away.

Young people don't understand.

They did everything they could to pursue this miracle... and they did it right.

mystery.

Indeed, it began to spread uncontrollably: among the poor, among those who should not have a good life and were destined to go through cycles of desperation like cogs in a machine.

Now some people are getting anxious.

but.

Victoria remained on the sidelines amidst the chaos, negotiating some benefits with those around her, and cleverly displaying her 'personal charm' everywhere.

Kshihai disappeared.

The Great Whirlpool escaped a blasphemer, an apostate.

And Enid…

She has already gotten what she wanted.

When Roland knocked on the office door with a bunch of purple tulips, she had just taken a shower and her hair was styled like an Indian man's.

“You should have locked the door, Enid.”

Roland kissed her wet cheek in the steam, and his words, falling into the room, somehow made the woman feel even better.

"Are you worried that someone might see me?"

Well known.

Roland traveled in London, relying primarily on sincerity.

“Yes, Enid, I don’t want anyone but me…”

Enid rolled her eyes at him.

Love, you make people blind—of course, you can't say that to a blind person.

"Besides you, who else would dare to barge in without permission?"

Roland thought for a moment.

Who knows, Fernandez might actually do that.

"Do you really want me to break his legs again?" Enid took the bouquet, untied the string, and placed the flowers one by one into the small vase.

"I didn't say that."

He took off his hat, hung up his coat, and comfortably tossed himself into the judge's sofa.

“I’m so busy lately, Enid.”

“Nonsense. Blade tells me you’re never around—if you’re going to use that as an excuse… I heard you went to Shelley’s more than once, only to be kicked out.” The woman leaned against the liquor cabinet and said sarcastically.

Roland did indeed visit Shelley's house many times.

He tried to visit Rose after he lost sight of her in a dream in the "Fairy Ring".

After being refused two or three times, he came up with another wicked idea and climbed over the courtyard wall under the cover of night...

The old housekeeper caught them red-handed.

What exactly happened to Rose?

She contracted the plague?

“...My friend is missing, Enid.”

"She'll be alright."

“No one knew she would…” Roland paused, “Is this also the answer after that season?”

Enid avoided answering: "Are you really going to talk to me about another woman here?"

She turned around, picked up a box from the desk, and presented it to Roland.

“I’ve never formally given you anything, brother.”

“You yourself,” Roland said softly.

“…That’s nothing precious,” Enid shook her head and laughed, “but I like that sweet nothing…Are you going home tonight…?”

"I told you long ago, bats her age aren't ordinary bats, they're giant beaked bats—"

Roland shielded himself from the flames in front of him.

…………

……

Romantic love is just a diversion in life. Enid finally managed to catch Roland once, but she had more important things to do.

box.

And inside the box was a piece of silk cloth with brown patterns.

Anyone with no knowledge or experience can see that these patterns do not belong to London, the Empire, or their 'side' of the world (Londoners usually consider London to be the center of the world).

This is a piece of cloth that records Eastern secret arts. Interestingly, Roland could actually understand the text on it.

No.

Using "see" to describe it is somewhat inaccurate.

It should be said that he could 'smell' it.

He could read by his nose without relying on the flames in his eyes, 'reading' word by word.

It's amazing.

"what is this?"

He clutched the cloth, which was covered with writing: It was about only one ceremony.

"A gift, darling. A gift for you."

— Clearly, this scroll of cloth did not name itself "Incense to Godhood"; it merely introduced a secret and possibility about becoming a god, leaving it to be misinterpreted by whoever obtains it.

The ceremony was very simple (in Roland's view).

Secret organs that constantly replace the original flesh and blood.

The ever-expanding impact.

The "name" to be chanted—that is, a "key" that can open the door to godhood: the ritualist must ensure that the key is made of strong enough that when it is inserted into the lock and turned, it should not just make a crisp sound but break in two like a biscuit.

Overall.

This roll of silk requires the ritual practitioner to possess an almost solidified faith…

It wasn't him personally addressing a particular deity, but rather all living beings addressing him personally.

"What's written on it?"

Enid, wearing a loose-fitting nightgown, leaned against her lover, resting her chin on his shoulder and breathing warm air on him.

"...Were you tricked by someone?" Roland frowned.

"Wh-what?" Enid was taken aback.

Victoria…

Logically speaking, she wouldn't dare to deceive herself about this matter—at least "becoming a god through incense offerings" shouldn't be of any use to her.

"It's full of cooking tips, Enid. I bet you wouldn't give a blind person a cookbook...?"

This was the first time Roland had ever seen a look of panic on Enid's face.

(End of this chapter)