The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 711 Ch.710 Assassination!

Darwin's theory is undoubtedly shaking the foundations of religion.

Especially Holy Cross (after all, they are the only ones who claim creationism).

The books published in newspapers and on the shelves of bookstores will make many people begin to doubt, or use them as a spear to pierce the holy face of the Holy Cross that has been adorned for hundreds of years.

Under the tide of 'science', this is a terrible catalyst that can make the turbulence boil even more.

In theory, the Royalists, the Greys and Victoria herself should have welcomed this.

Because to a certain extent, Darwin was not only shaking and destroying the stone piles of the Holy Cross embedded in the earth, but also providing them with more room for development and blowing a wind that was favorable to him.

But considering the group of old guys at the top of the Holy Cross, the masters of the Parliament of Truth, the Inquisition and its two factions cannot make things too obvious.

That means conflict.

The higher a person's status, the less he wants conflict - unless it happens and does not involve himself.

For example, Mortal Wars is a good example.

The ritualist's is not.

“Darwin can’t go ashore.”

Peter Heller said softly.

They all understood.

Apparently, the Supreme Lady had made a deal with the Holy Cross. As long as the author died and stopped researching and spreading his blasphemous ideas, the matter would be over - but once he landed in London and wandered around the academic salons...

Some things are beyond the monarch's control.

Her faction would push the whole thing forward, using Darwin as the tip of the spear to target Holy Cross at its weakest point.

By then, things will become very troublesome.

This person cannot exist.

"A false peace."

Crow's face was gloomy. "His works are in the brain of everyone who has read them. If you had followed my suggestion earlier and banned it completely..."

Enid raised an eyebrow, "You need to at least make it clear whose side we're on, Raven."

"We always stand on the side of the Father of All Things, Judge." The crow sneered, "We are only the swords of the Father God, not those of any monarch."

He looked around the room.

Faces with different expressions.

"What shook your faith?"

"If it is not for the sword, why do you stay in this holy place?"

Fernandez said impatiently: "You really should leave with Keshihai."

"Dewinson." Enid lowered her mouth slightly.

The air in the room grew scorching hot.

It's quiet too.

"He can't come ashore. If the Whirlpool doesn't take action then, we will."

Enid tapped the table and reiterated:
“This man is not allowed to set foot on land. If he survives and reaches London, it will not just be the Holy Cross and the Maelstrom that are involved in this.”

London is too chaotic.

Sects big and small watched them from the shadows.

By then, I'm afraid there will be too many people willing to 'spontaneously' protect this scholar.

"So, ladies and gentlemen. Who wants to go on a boat ride?"

Quiet.

Blade swallowed a puff of smoke and took advantage of the silence to touch his armpits through the lining - then he found that Roland seemed to be watching.

She pulled her hand out and waved it towards him from a distance.

'Want to smell it?'

No one paid any attention to her.

Because everyone just stared at the tips of their shoes and said nothing: Who would take on this kind of job?
It was an undignified murder of a famous scholar, and at the same time, there was the possibility of facing ritualists from various sects - killing them was fine, as it was the same as their original purpose. I was afraid that some sects did not want to kill people...

"I have another competition, Lord Judya, and I can't leave London anytime soon," Hele said helplessly, "The prize money is very high, and they also give a pure gold trophy."

One of the three executive officers that Roland was not familiar with muttered:
"I heard it was just covered in gold..."

"Who said that? The Haojue Club never cheats."

"But I heard from a friend that the last trophy was..."

"Don't talk nonsense, that's a real big competition--"

Two ceremonials began a debate about the authenticity of the poker tournament champion trophy. In the judge's office.

Crow interrupted with a cold face: "I still have a mission in the Ring of Eternal Silence. I can't go that far."

Seeing this, another captain immediately followed up Crow's words: "I'm currently hunting down a cultist."

Fernandez rubbed his forehead.

It's all the same.

"I think you should just assign them directly, Jutia." Blade slumped on the sofa, supporting his head with his hands in an unpresentable manner. "If you ask, they will never be available. You know, we are not here to be 'swords', to get permission decently, and then to confess our sins under the cross of the church -"

"We care more about who sits on this chair than the illusory name of the Inquisition."

The woman raised her eyebrows and flicked the cigarette butt away with her fingers.

Landed at the crow's feet.

The other person gave her a gloomy look.

"Tell me who you want to go, it's not that important for me to watch the poker tournament."

Peter Heller smiled and said, "As it should be."

They were reluctant to get involved in trouble, especially since it had nothing to do with the cultists.

Unless Enid Jutia speaks.

No one who could stay would refuse Enid Jutia.

It was also the first time that Roland truly understood what kind of status Enid held in the Tribunal.

No wonder the church always finds it difficult to actually take action when it wants to take back the power of trial - besides the fact that no one is willing to give up their good life and fight to the death with an Eighth Ring who is good at frontal combat, the executors remaining in the Tribunal are also part of their concern.

if.

If Enid leaves the Tribunal one day, I'm afraid that the ritualists who stay because of her will "disappear" in the next moment: perhaps not everyone will follow Enid and leave like they followed Kashhai.

But Roland can guarantee it.

After Enid left, the Inquisition was left as an empty shell.

They have no control over these unruly ritualists.

Crows and the like are okay, they are just a low-level ring.

What about Fernandez de Vinson, who has a mystical organ and a promising future?

Although the path is unknown, it is clear that someone has already stepped into the high-level circle? Peter Heller who manipulates the shadow? Not to mention the other high-level circles. These high-level circles are uncontrollable - each of them leads a team, and each member of the team also has his own network of relationships.

The Inquisition is famous for its unity.

The church did not dare to act rashly. In addition to concerns about Enid, there was obviously another problem: these people had experienced two temptations (Kashhai and the church) and still chose to stay in the Inquisition.

If we keep the status quo, nothing will happen.

"Let me go."

Roland raised his hand.

"I heard that if a deputy wants to become a captain, there will be an assessment," he said, pressing the silver handle with his other hand, his voice echoing in the room, "I think I should be able to do it."

Crow would not miss this good opportunity to humiliate Roland.

"It seems that you are not only uneducated, but also have not learned... the knowledge you should learn." His strange tone was like a carriage that was about to fall apart, which made people feel very uncomfortable. "Obviously, your stupid and ignorant captain did not tell you... To accept the captain's assessment, you must have at least three rings-"

then.

He looked at the smile on the golden-eyed young man's face.

Suddenly realized something.

A shudder ran through my scalp.

Own…

How long did it take to reach the Third Ring Road?
This guy...

The man whose deep voice turned silent lowered his pointed nose, his eyes full of indifference.

"Ha, it seems there's someone who likes to show off his...stupid, vain, ever-present twins just as much as his captain does."

He pulled his hood, stared at the blade and Fernandez's playful eyes, sat back on the sofa, and said nothing more.

The Court of Inquisition...

what.

Not bad.

The Inquisition has a future.

The crow flicked its long nails that were filled with corpse mud and slowly closed its eyelids.

(End of this chapter)