The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 612 Ch.611 The Evening Breeze About to Journey Away

The ritual required a mystical organ, some 'good luck', and miscellaneous 'alien viscera' - Belos had seen ritualists before, so he knew that one of the items was contraband.

Sometimes, he really felt that "faith" was a terrible thing that could make people destroy their relatives and families...

although.

Jocelyn Cavendish had a difficult relationship with her parents and siblings.

They thought she was a "freak", a gloomy, rude, taciturn, but perhaps extremely slutty bitch - otherwise, a noble family like Cavendish would not have married her to a small businessman who did not have much status at the time.

"They're smarter than you think, Baker."

When Jocelyn mentioned her relatives and brothers, she couldn't help but sneer.

——Jocelyn’s parents are a shrewd couple.

They had already investigated the Taylor family thoroughly, including the business that Bellos Taylor started, the bumpy road to success over the years, who his enemies were, who his friends were, his influence in the industry, and what kind of achievements he could achieve in the future...

Marrying the unpopular second daughter to such an outstanding 'mud toe'...

Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?

Taylor has been doing a lot of favors for Cavendish over the years.

"If these dowries were to meet someone..." Jocelyn paused, with a look of disgust on her face: "If it weren't for the great cause, I would really find a way to curse them..."

'What a great cause...' Bellows muttered.

"So, how long do I have to wait before I can see my wife again in Porti?"

"Two weeks, my love." Jocelyn raised her eyebrows: "Then I will bring back good news. Our daughter will be as smart and lovely as Randolph, and you will be able to avoid the pursuit of death and officially open that invisible door..."

"Two weeks."

Belos thought: "How about I prepare a welcoming ceremony for you."

"Beck!"

Bellos raised his hands and said, "Okay, don't tell anyone. I will never tell anyone. I have come into contact with the ritualists, Joey, and I know that you are committing a crime."

"That's worse than committing a crime..." Jocelyn stopped smiling: "...Jumping history is a big sin, Baker. Do you know what a "big sin" means? All the followers of the Crown God will be my enemies...including those wanderers."

"Not only me," she said, "my family, friends, husband, children... once we are convicted of a "big sin", the only final destination is fire..."

Belos moved his lips: "…The Inquisition."

"That's right." Jocelyn nodded: "You are also familiar with the style of the Inquisition. Especially that Keshihai and Enid... Keep this secret for me, Baker. The ignorant false god believers hate and envy us, the primitive people with noble blood. Once this secret is revealed..."

Everyone will die.

Bellos was silent for a moment. "It seems that you also know how dangerous what you do is. Have you considered your family, your husband, and your children?"

"Just because I thought about you, Baker."

Jocelyn held her husband's hand and pleaded softly, "I want you to live longer, I want to cure my daughter's illness, and when my son grows up, I want to give him... at least the right to rule a city."

"This world should belong to us."

Bellos could never understand what Jocelyn meant by "god".

He had heard of the "Ten Crowned God" and often went to church. He knew about the famous "Great Whirlpool" and the "Ring of Eternal Silence" that no one could avoid - but he had never heard of the "Eleventh" God.

"Some believers believe that their gods are the only ones..." Belos said softly.

"No, the gods are not the only ones."

Jocelyn knew what her husband was implying.

"We are different from those ignorant ones, Beck. We know most of the secrets of the world and are gradually penetrating the fog - the gods are not the only ones."

She emphasized.

"But our Lord is the truly indispensable One - the world has not given Him the glory He deserves, but has covered up all traces of His existence... This is so infuriating. I have reason to suspect that the conspiracy of mortal blood is directed at us, the noble people..." Jocelyn told Bellos.

What they believe in and what created them is truly "great" - no matter which god the ritualist believes in, no matter what kind of spell you cast, as long as it is related to the ritual, you are borrowing the power of her god.

Without this god, mortals with great powers would not be able to use any rituals or perform any "miracles" in the eyes of mortals.

"…They are so ignorant that they think their gods bring everything about. All-Father? How ridiculous."

Jocelyn Cavendish, or rather, the "Society of the Key", an organization of primitive people to which she belongs, firmly believes in the existence of the lost gods.

They seek the truth from the fragments of history and dreams, and they long, and always long, to find their Lord.

Jocelyn said.

His name is Saint Archbishop.

Associated with revelation, dismantling, openings and wounds.

'To open a door, you must first open your soul.'

Jocelyn touched her chest and whispered.

'My scars grow tongues, and secrets begin there.'

Speak from the heart.

Bellows loved Jocelyn.

He didn't know if it could be considered 'deep love', but since he saw her at the port and fell in love with her, he had never touched any other questionable women except Theresa - perhaps this could not be considered imperfect deep love?
Bellows didn't know.

But that’s the sad thing about love.

There was no way he could report her.

There was no way to report his wife to the church, to the barbarians with swords, or to the monks who preached in the sun in an upright manner.

He couldn't say that his woman was a cultist who was part of an organization of insane cultists intent on establishing a country.

He couldn't tell anyone about the portion of the Taylors' expenses that disappeared from their books each year.

He couldn't tell his own children what a stupid, useless thing their mother had been craving.

He keeps getting older, but she remains as charming as ever.

This made Belos feel extremely tired.

And when Jocelyn proposed this "ritual" and what she was about to do to Cavendish, Bellows Taylor actually felt like heaving a sigh of relief - finally, the day had come when it would end.

He would warn his children, Randolph Taylor and Betty, never, ever, to participate in, or have any contact with, cult members or gatherings involving cult members.

Never.

This is so sad.

Bellos quietly looked at his wife kneeling and praying in the candlelight. Looking at the woman who looked just like the first time he met her at the port, he felt a sense of bitterness and regret in his heart.

It's like the sea breeze passing by my ears and never coming back.

She wasn't so 'pious' back then.

She is just a pretty girl who looks gloomy but doesn’t show mercy when she speaks…

The man squeezed his dry throat and hummed a broken ballad.

That came from the sailors.

It was also Jocelyn's favorite tune back then.

'The waves of longing send us on a long journey...'

(End of this chapter)