The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 674: Old Ancher's Request for Help

"You can send your lover."

In the small hall, the maids had come once earlier.

They re-boiled milk and hot tea, replaced the biscuits with freshly baked ones, and kneaded the cakes - which made Victoria laugh at Enid for several minutes, laughing at her for eating the leftovers, even though it was three hours later, they were her leftovers.

Enid didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"Since you can't find a brother, I think it would be a good idea to find a younger brother. Don't you like that Roland Collins very much? I think he looks good and could be a younger brother."

Victoria laughed at Enid's 'hobby'.

According to her understanding, this unqualified judge did take care of the young gentleman in every way. There was no doubt that something more intimate must have happened between them - she and Enid had known each other for decades...

Only she treated Roland Collins differently.

"Or do you think of him as your 'brother'?" The woman said maliciously: "Fantasy has become reality, right?"

"You'll be more like a queen if you talk less nonsense," Enid wiped her fingers and prepared to leave. "I told you not to cause any big trouble. If that day really comes, the agreement between us will be invalid - I won't sacrifice my life for you, just like you."

The woman suddenly frowned: "We had an agreement."

"The agreement didn't say I would die," Enid stood up and picked up an unused table knife - pure silver covered with gold flakes, with many patterns on the delicate handle: "Stay away from my lover, I don't care about many people, you know what I mean."

Victoria took a deep breath.

"tea party."

The woman in the dark dress paused and slowly turned her head.

"what?"

"Tea Party," Victoria also stood up, "My fortune teller. You know, I won't lie about this - the prophecy says that this cult will cause us great trouble... devastating."

Enid turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at her for a long moment: "So?"

"so…"

"'Great sin.'"

Enid couldn't help laughing. "Big sin? Can you convince other sects? What's your reason? Your male favorite had a dream that the world was destroyed?"

The Queen obviously understands that this is unrealistic.

"I have sent someone to inform the Supervisory Bureau. Enid, I hope you will take it seriously - you know that the fortune teller under my command is not an ordinary one." She repeated the description in the prophecy and added a lot of her own speculations, which were more serious.

"Tea party..." Enid repeated it twice, her brown eyes narrowed a little: "I can't think of anyone who can 'destroy the world' - immortals? God's servants? Just an unknown cult..."

"Enid."

"So that you can use the golden urinal to pee and poop in the future," the presiding judge said jokingly, "Your hard-earned life, I will send an officer to investigate... What do they want?"

Enid asked.

"An evil name? A fictitious god? Mortal flesh and blood? Money? Or, a ritual?"

Victoria shook her head.

That would be great if it were.

According to her ritualists, this cult is most likely populated by a group of mentally disturbed lunatics.

"I will consider increasing the salaries of executive officers..."

"Money is not important!" The bearded man banged on the table. More and more people were around him and the cheap, airtight clothes were suffocating his skin.

Sweat beads appeared on the tip of her developed nose, and her voice trembled noticeably: "Gentlemen, money is not important! The daughter of hustle and bustle...sit down! Quick, give that person...no, I mean everyone, there are chairs here!"

This was the first time he faced such a scene, all because of the two slender, sharp scimitars on the table.

Roland wasn't the only one with good eyesight.

Few blind people can enter the Beheading Club.

A strange item of weapon type.

This is rarer than earrings and rings. "We've waited so long, and now you say money is not important? You know what clubs are for. If you want to show off to someone, you should go to another place - a place full of women."

The bearded man wiped his sweat and even stood up himself. He went to the round tables around him, apologized in a low voice, and borrowed a few chairs that no one needed.

"Gentlemen, I promise to come here for this, but I don't need any gold pounds." After smiling and apologizing to the dissatisfied faces, the man began to look around again. After waiting for half a minute, he saw that he had attracted all the people who could be attracted, and then he whispered: "This thing was left by my father's father..."

He took some time to calm her down before telling her what he wanted.

According to Mr. Ancher, he is from Basildon in Essex, a small town west of London. Like his father, he inherited the land from his family from generation to generation. The rent every year not only satisfies his appetite, but also makes him live a good life in the local area.

This originally ordinary and happy family should not overlap with the world of the ritualists in any way.

Until his son.

John Anchel began to behave strangely.

Old Anchel said that he, his wife, and the servants in the villa often heard the sound of a dying violin at night - it would be more accurate to say the wailing before death. In addition, there were also the sounds of bells, drums, and the unmelodious noises made by hitting the piano.

It came from little Anchel's room.

At first, the "evil sound" only appeared for a short while at midnight and disappeared in the time it took to pee.

then.

They began to grow longer and louder.

Everyone was terrified.

"Maybe there were some extraordinary people in my father's father's generation, but when it came to my father, he could only talk about his childhood experiences when he was drunk..."

Old Anchel said.

The two scimitars were kept sealed in the wine cellar. There were many times when his friends wanted to buy them at a high price, but he refused.

"Gentlemen, I am not short of money. I originally planned to leave it to my son just as my father left it to me, and pass it down from generation to generation to prove that the Ancher family also gave birth to extraordinary people who witnessed another world..."

This is a testimony and a symbol.

But when little Anchel got this "strange disease", old Anchel thought of these two scimitars first.

"You should ask for help from the Holy Cross, sir."

Someone gave some solid advice.

Who better to deal with evil than the Holy Cross?
Anchel shook his head.

"My friend...oh, he recommended it to me. He hopes that this matter will end in the club..."

"why?"

This is also the question of all the onlookers.

Obviously, the 'monster' that was harassing the Anchel family was most likely a ghost - or a vengeful spirit.

Both the "Saints" and the "Holy Flame" are more experienced and effective in fighting against such beings than ritualists of other paths.

"…I had the wall chiseled thinner. One night, I plucked up the courage to eavesdrop before the 'performance' began…"

Anchel rubbed his face, letting the lush patches of hair clump together.

He looked around carefully, and said in a trembling voice: "...I heard my little John say some 'invitation' prayers..."

Before he could finish, someone interrupted him coldly.

"The art of the invisible."

Not only him, but the audience around him also stood up and said goodbye one after another, as if this elegant pure white sword was about to fall and fall into a basin full of feces and urine, and they were afraid that their dresses would be stained with filth.

Some of them showed disgust, while others were terrified.

"Good luck to you, Mr. Ancher. Because I can't give you any more help except blessing you."

(End of this chapter)