The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 818 Cause and Effect and Destiny

Chapter 818: Cause and Effect and Destiny

In fact, Roland didn't lie.

They were indeed sent to track down that group of cultists.

That is, "tea party".

Although Bertrand was not really worried, as he said, that this group of cultists would cause trouble and interrupt the cooperation between the Empire and the people in the Far East - he was just looking for a reason to bring the Inquisition into the game.

He and Enid knew each other.

It's hard to say that this method didn't get permission from someone...

Who else could it be.

Since Enid Julia and Victoria had been together for life and death, both of them gradually lost control of each other - Enid became "lazy" and Victoria was too "diligent".

The presiding judge knew very well who had instructed Bertrand to behave in this way and what she was trying to do.

Once the "tea party" really hinders cooperation between the two countries.

"When will you stop showing off your three-year-old-like cunning and wisdom?"

Enid didn't like to be associated with a woman, especially one she disliked.

After sending Bertrand away, he went to find the real boss.

"When will you have some manners?"

Victoria appears to have put on some weight recently - and not just in her face and arms.

She is pregnant.

"I said that the Inquisition will not get involved in this matter."

The queen leaned back on the goose down pillow, looking very proud. "Yes, but it was your executive officer who made the mistake. If he hadn't let the cultist go, the Inquisition would have done what you wanted. Of course, it can do it now. As long as you want."

Enid was not angry, she paced around the room with her hands behind her back.

Kensington Palace is different from Buckingham Palace.

The sunlight coming through the glass here is much warmer.

Outside the window is a fountain and a lake with swans and noble animals.

Enid gently lifted the gauze curtain to let the wind in.

"Can't you just be a good queen?"

The woman on the bed was silent, squinting her eyes and looking at Enid's back.

"You know why I do this."

"Of course I know, but that doesn't mean you have to mess up the country, Victoria, our 'Queen' - as long as you stay still, in a few years, I'm afraid no one will be able to do anything to you... What are you afraid of?"

Enid slowly turned her face away.

The eyes in the shadows seemed to be on fire.

The woman on the bed gathered the quilt and pulled it up a few times.

“…I am different from you.”

she whispered.

The royal jewel, the most dazzling and precious crown in the entire empire, at this moment revealed a trace of weakness in front of people.

"I'm only human, Enid."

she says.

“I need to gain ‘influence’, and do my best to carefully peek into your world through the crack in the door - you gave me a new life, but taught me to watch a person become immortal, and to grab a long life and enormous power from the vast fog…”

There was sarcasm in the words of the young and plump queen:

"Your Majesty, you are worthless."

"They treated me as a clown, a puppet on the stage, a showgirl."

Enid seemed to have noticed Victoria's thoughts a long time ago.

She turned her face back into the sunlight, facing the evergreen lake outside the window.

"Greedy. This is the most typical greed, Victoria. A new life is not enough, now you want a long life, an eternal life - you have indeed gained a lot of "influence" from the minds of fools, but how do you plan to use it?"

The person on the bed suddenly laughed.

She turned over lazily, her experienced and plump legs rubbing against each other in the soft and fluffy quilt, making frowning whispers.

then.

She propped up her head with her increasingly thick palms and looked at the woman with her back to her with a smile.

"It is a very personal question, Enid. Do you want to know my secret? I got it from the treasure house, from my 'name', my 'blood', from my 'lord' - I will tell you if you ask."

so boring.

Victoria.

Enid would probably never ask anything of her in her life.

"It has nothing to do with me. I want to warn you, my 'Queen': cherish your hard-earned life. If you insist on getting involved in secrets that you are not qualified to pry into, the scorching sun will burn your eyes."

Victoria said calmly, "Oh, then I should be content with being a mortal. Even if I become one of the wisest rulers in history, I will still be buried in the ground, rotting, stinking, and living with rats and maggots after decades?"

"Be patient and it will pass quickly. Insects don't eat bones."

"Enid Jutia."

Enid chuckled and turned around to face the gorgeous bed.

The light from the window outlined her figure.

“It’s not an admonition.”

Enid took two steps forward and came to the bedside.

Staring down at her.

"It's a warning, Victoria. If you do anything stupid that involves me..."

She leaned down and stroked the face of the country's most senior person like a hunter concentrating on setting a trap in the forest - like stroking her own pet. "You know who I am."

The person on the bed had no escape.

She clenched her teeth and pretended to be calm as she stared at the flames whose features were blurred by the shadow.

“…I promise I won’t.”

"What guarantee do you have? The prince who is obsessed by you like a dog chasing a dung bucket, or your female guard dog who is good at drinking water?"

Those spring gloves were much rougher than my skin.

It rubbed the delicate skin of the delicate person red, and soon fell on her neck.

At this moment.

If a ball of holy flame flourishes, the monarch on the bed will avoid rotting and stinking in advance and will no longer have to worry about being invaded by insects.

"You are really different."

Fingers loosened.

A breathy whistle.

Victoria rubbed her bruised neck, half sat up in shock and anger, and said sarcastically: "You abandoned your 'brother' for your little lover, and now you would rather have a conflict with me - it seems that his skills are better than those of the men in the red-light district, right?"

"You finally realized that it was all your fantasy?"

"Do you still call out 'brother' in your dreams now?"

Enid withdrew her hand abruptly: "Tell me what you are up to. Otherwise, you will never get the support of the Inquisition again."

Victoria was silent.

She didn't want to say it.

But she knew very well.

The only person in the world who truly knew her secret was Enid Jutia.

This is the person she can really turn to in times of crisis.

Even if this woman is a lunatic, who went crazy for an imaginary 'brother' before and now goes crazy for a subordinate who only has beauty - even so, she is the most crucial one.

As long as she's alive, she can serve as a check on those old dreamers in Holy Cross.

"I sent people to the East."

Victoria hesitated for a moment, but finally told the secret.

One she found in a secret vault...

It is very likely true.

"I remember that Gao Huan of the Heiman family will go back with the envoys from the East."

"That's the business of the balm and the 'United Grazing'. That's not what I'm talking about - I sent the most suitable man to go with them."

Enid hugged her shoulders, stepped back a few steps, and leaned lightly against the side of the slender pipe in the wall.

"continue."

she says.

"…It is said that there is a secret technique circulating in the East," Victoria paused, "Of course, you call it the 'Invisible Technique'."

This is a very magical spell.

It can free people from the shackles of "rings" and "rituals" and allow them to ascend to godhood through "influence" alone.

This is also the only chance that Victoria, a mortal excluded by the "mystery", can find, and it may also be her last chance to achieve immortality.

"'Incense makes one a god.'"

She uttered a string of strange words.

"This is their language - I need to learn it, at least to understand if there is any unknown connection between it and our "faith"..."

Enid looked disappointed: "Do you really think that faith can make people become gods? Victoria, you are a silly girl. If faith can really make people powerful, the Holy Cross should have thousands of immortals long ago."

"not to mention."

She looked at the stubborn and paranoid woman on the bed with a little pity.

"If this method really works, they should be the ones selling the 'balm' to the empire now - if they really have the power, the soldiers in India will not be the empire's soldiers."

Victoria certainly understood.

Just like Enid said.

If this "invisible art" really worked, they wouldn't allow the Empire to spread poison on their land...

But she just refused to give up.

This was one of the few good opportunities within her reach, the possibility of immortality.

Seeing that she insisted, Enid stopped persuading her and slowly walked to the window to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the manor again.

half an hour.

"Sometimes, fate is so strange, isn't it."

A sentence without beginning or end.

Victoria raised her eyebrows. "My ritualists are more precise than those in the Council."

"Yes."

Enid dropped her eyes.