The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 129 Ch.128 Awesome, my…

In the first half, the two chatted.

It was not until the second half that Victoria 'casually' mentioned some 'key points'.

She seemed to understand Roland's doubts and was happy to answer them.

"Enid and I have some minor conflicts. We meet, but we don't drink tea and chat together. I invited you today not for her. I want to see you."

She said it in a very appreciative tone, and expected the listener to make due 'returns'.

Roland gave it to her.

"This makes me both honored and nervous, Your Majesty." He showed just the right amount of 'excitement', and raised his trembling voice impolitely: "I, an insignificant executive, can actually be honored by you... you..."

He was so excited that he suddenly ran out of words. He muttered to himself, trying desperately to express something.

The Queen was very tolerant: "Mr. Collins, your loyalty to me and to the country is reflected in your handsome face and noble soul. Please believe that I have absolutely good intentions, both to you and to the court."

She showed a trace of sadness: it was noticeable, but not so deliberate.

"Are you aware of hunting, Mr. Collins?"

Without waiting for Roland's reply, she continued:

"I shall lead the hounds in my own pastures and woodlands. I shall have them hunt rabbits, foxes, and pheasants, and bring me honor with their sharp teeth."

"But guess what?"

"Some hounds think they have sharp claws and teeth, while human skin is so fragile... They even think that it is not me who should lead them, but they should manipulate me, the master."

"This incident makes me sad, angry, and genuinely ridiculous."

A trace of anger appeared on Roland's face:

"How can the master and the hound switch places? You must be the master of the rope."

Victoria forced a smile: "But I can hardly hold the rope now, Mr. Collins. I wanted to patrol the territory with these brave and noble people, and perhaps open up new territories full of gold, but if someone makes trouble..."

Roland said in a deep voice: "What can I do for you, my majesty?"

"It's really troublesome to go around in circles."

"Don't they know how to speak simply and clearly?"

Roland glanced at the words and then looked away.

Victoria looked at the angry young man and revealed her weak side to him:
"…I need your help, Mr. Collins. I need the executors, I need the Inquisition. I need the loyal ones who fight for me; I need the ones who burn with the fire of wisdom to dispel the darkness for me. I need you, and I beg for your help…"

Roland frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "I'm just an insignificant executive..."

"I have talked to your presiding judge, Enid Jutia, and she has agreed." Victoria looked into Roland's eyes with great sincerity: "But I cannot decide a gentleman's coming and going at will. I hope to see you, to speak to you in person, and then wait for an answer."

"Mr. Roland Collins, please take notice."

"We are fighting against a group of extremely terrifying people in a huge organization - these people have great power and do not act alone. I don't know if you are willing and ready to help me and the country..."

she says.

"I respect your choice, and I also know that this is not easy for a young gentleman who has just entered the mysterious world."

Roland was confused: "I am not special, Your Majesty?"

Victoria shook her head and slowly uttered a name.

"…Charles Chloe."

"He's surrounded by very scary ritualists, and of course, he himself."

"That's why I asked you - I heard that you and your chief judge seemed to have had some minor conflicts with him recently."

When Roland was silent, she would slowly cut the bread, spread the butter, or gracefully scoop the grapes and nuts from the pie with a spoon.

About five minutes passed.

"If Lady Enid agrees, then I will lead the way for you, Your Majesty."

Roland sighed, with a lingering annoyance between his brows: "Something did happen before... Charles... I mean, the gentleman from the Chloe family was very unkind to me and Lady Enid. If, as you said, they are the vicious dogs that are obstructing you, I am very happy to devote my enthusiasm and loyalty to open up a way forward for you and the country."

"Even though I am insignificant."

The young queen was finally satisfied.

Roland's respect and loyalty gave her a sense of control.

But at the same time, she was also a little disappointed.

Enid Jutia…

How could I fall for someone like this?

Hypocritical and slick, no different from the people she saw every day - if anything, only a little prettier, with lower level of speech, and a superficial and clumsy imitation of etiquette.

However, he was ultimately a man of humble origins and could not learn the essence of truly noble blood.

For the rest, there is no difference. Young, hypocritical.

The Queen showed little interest.

"I'll let you know later."

She dealt with it for another half an hour, then visibly lost interest and spoke in a perfunctory manner until the afternoon tea was over.

Lavia Heidi ignored him and asked another waiter to send Roland away.

……

"I told you, he's just a loser who lives on his looks." Lavia Heidi knelt in front of her rose, gazing up at the most supreme man in the country.

The woman in the seat didn't say anything.

Waiting quietly for the glow to explode not far away.

A slim woman stepped out from the light, her black gauze skirt swaying.

She glanced at Victoria, her cold face showing no change at all, and she pulled out a stool and sat in the seat of the young man who had just left.

She looked at the tablecloth in front of her, surprise in her eyes.

"I thought you didn't know, I opened the door specially for you." Victoria said: "Long time no see, Enid."

"If possible, I try not to see you - because every time I see your face full of power and conspiracy, I want to twist your head off your neck."

Enid crossed her legs and placed her hands on the tablecloth, fiddling with the silver knife.

"You've already got what you wanted, do you still need my help?"

Victoria said earnestly:
"I need it, Enid. This isn't about the Cradle of Flesh or the Black Man—that's a cult. But I don't want the bluebloods standing in my way, the Elaite Art Society, the mercenary merchants who worship the Daughter of Hustle and Bustle—there are too few forces around me."

"I am the monarch of this country, but I am caught in a complicated spider web."

"Would you like to see an army march into London and fight another army?"

"Do you want to see dreams and reality overlap, with rivers of blood and body parts everywhere you look?"

"I want a complete country, complete theocracy and political power, not fragmented ruins."

"I want every gear to run smoothly without any defects. I don't want to have to fix it after a mess."

"Can you understand me?"

Enid deadpanned, "That's what you do. You get the candy, and you pay the high price. Price, Victoria, everything has a price."

cost.

The Supreme Being does not like this word.

"I work hard for this country. What price do I have to pay? Why should I pay the price? What do I get?"

Enid tapped her plate with her knife and glanced over the delicate pastries on the table.

"One afternoon tea costs five months' wages for the poor in the East End - or even more. Now you ask me, what did you get?"

"Perhaps you have become accustomed to the extravagant life and it is difficult for you to realize that you and other citizens are not the same kind of creatures, right?"

Victoria's face darkened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

She stared at Enid for a long while, and suddenly mentioned the young man who had just left.

"You haven't got a good lover, Enid. He seems to be a sleazy fellow with no sense, who only knows how to talk and maintain a superficial elegance - his manners are superficial, and I can see that you have brought him into a position where he doesn't belong."

She doesn't like defense, she likes offense.

At this point, the Queen's expression showed a hint of mockery—a mockery that was the result of thousands of trials and tribulations, as delicate as the pastries on the table:

Not more, not less, if you look carefully you can see it; but if you are distracted, then it is just a fleeting illusion.

——The 'illusion' that others use to laugh at you for 'not understanding facial expressions' and 'not understanding what people say'.

"You love 'ordinary' people, don't you?" Victoria's face was as warm as the spring breeze, and her tone was as friendly as if she was saying 'I wish you good health'.

Enid said nothing, but took the knife and cut off the tablecloth in front of her.

Then, in the sight of Lavia Heidi and Victoria, he slowly raised it up and showed it to them:

It seemed that the previous visitor, distracted by a boring conversation, used his fingers as a pen and strawberry jam as ink, leaving two lines of words on the tablecloth.

'If a person is not good looking.'

'Sweets will make her fat and ugly.'

Victoria: …

Lavia Headey: …

Enid: That's great, my Roland.

(End of this chapter)