The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 673: Scholars who cannot reach the shore

"I told you that you are not welcome in my palace."

The servants were sent away, and even Lavia Heidi was not allowed to interfere in the conversation between the two "queens" - Victoria rudely pulled off her gloves and threw them on the table in front of the mirror.

"Your palace?"

The woman swung her legs with a playful look on her face. "It's Alexandrina's palace, my 'king'. You don't seem to remember what happened before?"

This is really worth getting angry about.

There was a moment when Victoria's face became extremely hideous, as if the usually gentle and polite monarch was not the true face of her soul. She was wrapped in a white veil that symbolized holiness, but her skin was covered with fishy, ​​yellow, wriggling abscesses.

But it was just a moment.

She was a qualified monarch and quickly adjusted her emotions - to deal with the emotions of this crazy woman.

"What are you doing here?"

She ran her fingers across the low wooden cabinet and chose the seat farthest away to sit down.

"Neither of us want to chat. Tell us why you're here, and then, get out of my palace."

Enid looked at the self-righteous "tough" woman, with all kinds of sarcasm in her eyes - to make sure the other party could see it, she turned her head away.

"Tell me why you're here." Victoria didn't like this expression of hers, and the fact that she could enter and leave the palace at will made her even more anxious - although she knew very well that Enid Julia would not hurt her.

"Oh, it's Mr. Charles's little matter. You seem to have a plan?" Enid asked casually, shaking the liquid in the teacup.

Victoria frowned. This had been repeated twice. "I told you to send a low-level team. The church has no control over the Inquisition in this regard."

Enid tilted her head slightly: "Are you sure the Maelstrom will do what you want?"

"It is natural and it is 'natural'," the queen said something ambiguous, and raised her chin slightly: "I am the monarch of this country, Enid, you just have to follow my orders."

Enid was unimpressed: "You have no sense of humor."

She put down her teacup and moved the plates and cake towers on the table one by one, tasting them one by one, just like she would at home.

"Maybe the Maelstrom will, but have you ever thought about what those who oppose you will do?"

She talked while eating.

"Don't forget, Heyman, Chloe, and Heffer have no shortage of ritualists."

Victoria's frown deepened, almost popping out an eye from her nose.

"This is impossible."

She asserted.

"What good will it do them if Charles comes back?"

Enid couldn't stand the woman's stupidity and almost laughed out loud: "There are too many benefits, my 'Queen'. If that scholar really returns to London, the Maelstrom will never take action again - at that time, it will be an inevitable conflict between the Holy Cross and the royal power..."

"Are you sure they won't do this? Send someone to protect the scholar, and then personally escort him to London - even provide him with personal protection around the clock, and let him give speeches everywhere to publicize his 'little research' and 'little discovery'..."

"Eating away at the teachings of the Holy Cross bit by bit."

"They are not your husbands."

The seriousness of the topic made the Queen ignore the ridicule.

Enid was right.

Those people...may indeed do so.

Because the Holy Cross needs to be respectable - if such a large sect really attacks a mortal, as the master, will the monarch just watch his servant being killed?

Both Holy Cross and Victoria have reasons to be respectable.

After several rounds of balancing and compromise, the Maelstrom is the best choice.

One of the best knives.

It just so happens that their doctrine does not allow such remarks to appear - but it is not certain if people return to London. Victoria was skeptical: "If you do such a thing, you will face the wrath of the Holy Cross, Hever? Or Chloe dares? I remember that they are all members of the Truth Council."

"The Parliament of Truth can tolerate and accept anything and everyone, except the truth." Enid laughed: "You really should learn from the courtiers, Victoria. You lack too much and are not a qualified monarch..."

At this point, she was suddenly surprised: "I forgot, you weren't one either."

"Enid...Jutia!" The queen gritted her teeth: "We shouldn't have been enemies..."

Enid was noncommittal.

"In short, you'd better make plans early and don't expect me to fight those old guys for you - I won't spend even a minute of my remaining time on you."

Victoria knew it, of course, and raised her lips: "Yeah, your 'brother'... I guess you haven't found him yet? Is it possible that he doesn't exist at all? Or, he died a long time ago?"

She thought this sentence would anger the other party, but there was only silence.

The two queens sat facing each other quietly.

One sat in the sun, near the window, and one sat in the shadow, near the unburned fireplace.

But the woman in the shadow is the embodiment of fire.

"You should send your people," Victoria thought for a moment and broke the silence, "If the situation you described really happens, kill him."

Enid raised an eyebrow, "This is loyalty offered only to you, loyalty that belongs only to you...Does he know that his monarch has betrayed him?"

The queen sneered: "If he doesn't die, the Holy Cross will confront me head-on, and then the Inquisition will not be able to escape. Perhaps I should listen to your decision, Chief Inquisitor Enid Jutia?"

This time she won.

Enid pursed her lips, feeling a headache: "Why do you have to spread that research everywhere?"

"Because I want to weaken them. It is undeniable that gods do exist, but gods are not equal to divine power - it should not be in the hands of humans, Enid. I want to be a good monarch, perhaps the most outstanding one in the history of the whole country. I must cut these chains first..."

"At least, it's within a certain range."

Enid sighed and seemed to compromise: "In this regard, you are not too stupid...Have you negotiated with those old guys?"

The queen nodded: "As long as he dies, this matter will be over."

"So," Enid tapped her teacup, "you want me to have him assassinated?"

"Just an insurance, Enid. For a mortal, a bullet is enough - who would defend his protector? You just send the Low Ring, the Low Ring with my will, to put a bullet or a dagger into his neck before going ashore..."

"Many passengers fall into the sea every year."

Enid half-jokingly said, "You should have sent someone to blow up that ship."

"If you are willing to do it, of course I agree." Victoria relaxed after getting a satisfactory answer. "You know what? When I told the gentlemen of the Gray Party about the research, they were all very happy. This is such a good opportunity to give a strong response to those religious heads who claim to be 'serving the gods'..."

"pity."

"It's a pity that we can't really confront them head-on right now."

The Queen said to herself, "You said I was an unqualified monarch and had a lot to learn. But as the presiding judge, are you qualified?"

Enid slowly put half a cookie into her mouth, not wanting to chat with this fool at all.

If her so-called 'plan' hadn't been so flawed and stupid, and would have consumed her limited time if something really went wrong, she wouldn't have met her at all.

"What is the name of the person who is about to die and is destined not to reach the shore?"

Enid asked.

The Queen's reply was as crisp as crushing a beetle.

"Charles."

"Charles Robert Darwin."

(End of this chapter)