The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 129 Ch.128 Awesome, my...

For the first half of the trip, the two people chatted.

It wasn’t until entering the second half that Victoria ‘casually’ mentioned some ‘key points’.

She seemed to understand Roland's doubts and was very willing to answer them.

"Enid and I have some minor conflicts. We will meet, but we will not drink tea and chat together. My invitation today is not for her. I am here to see you."

She said it in a very appreciative tone and expected the listener to make due 'repayments'.

Roland gave it to her.

"This makes me both honored and worried, Your Majesty." He showed just the right amount of excitement, and raised a trembling voice impolitely: "I, an insignificant executive officer, can actually get you...you..."

He was so excited that he suddenly ran out of words, mumbling words, eager to express something.

The Queen was very tolerant: "Mr. Collins, your loyalty to me and to the country is reflected in your handsome face and noble soul. Please believe that I absolutely have good intentions, whether towards you or the Inquisition."

She showed a hint of sadness: it could be seen, but it was not so deliberate.

"Do you know anything about hunting, Mr. Collins?"

She didn't wait for Roland's reply and continued:

"I shall lead my hounds in my pastures and woods. I shall let them hunt rabbits, foxes, and pheasants, and bring me honor with their sharp teeth."

"But guess what?"

"Some hounds think that their claws are sharp, and human skin is so fragile... It even feels that I should not be holding it, but that it should manipulate me - a master."

"This incident makes me sad, angry, and sincerely ridiculous."

A trace of anger appeared on Roland's face:

"How can the master and the hound exchange places? You must be the master of the rope."

Victoria forced a smile: "But now, I can hardly hold the rope, Mr. Collins. I originally wanted to patrol the territory with these brave and noble people, and perhaps open up new territories full of gold, but if there is Who is causing trouble..."

Roland said solemnly: "What can I do for you, my Majesty?"

"It's really troublesome to go around."

"Don't they know how to speak simply and clearly?"

Roland glanced at the words and immediately looked away.

Victoria looked at the young man with an angry face and exposed her weak side to him:

"...I need your help, Mr. Collins. I need the Executor, I need the Inquisition. I need the faithful, the one who fights for me; the one who burns with the fire of wisdom, to dispel the darkness for me. I need you, and I beg you. Our help…”

Roland frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "I'm just an executive worth mentioning..."

"I have talked to your presiding judge, Enid Judith, and she has agreed." Victoria looked into Roland's eyes, extremely sincerely: "But I cannot decide the coming and going of a gentleman at will. I hope I can see you, I can tell you personally, and then I can wait for an answer.”

"Attention, Mr. Roland Collins."

"What we are going to fight against is an extremely terrifying group of people in a huge organization - these people have great power and do not act alone. I don't know if you are willing and ready to contribute to me and the country. …”

she says.

"I respect your choice, and I also know that this is not easy for a young gentleman who has just entered the mysterious world."

Roland was confused: "I'm not special, Your Majesty?"

Victoria shook her head and slowly spit out a name.

"…Charles Croy."

"He was surrounded by very scary ritualists, and so was he himself."

"This is also the reason why I asked you - I heard that you and your presiding judge seem to have had some minor conflicts with him recently."

When Roland was silent, she slowly cut open the bread and spread butter, or elegantly scooped out the grapes and nuts on the pie.

About five minutes passed.

"If Lady Enid agrees, then I am willing to go forward for you, Your Majesty."

Roland sighed, with a lingering annoyance on his brows: "Some things did happen before... Charles... I mean, Mr. Chloe was very unkind to me and to Lady Enid. . If, as you say, they are the vicious dogs that hinder you, I will be very happy to devote my enthusiasm and loyalty to opening up the way forward for you and the country."

"Even though I'm insignificant."

The young queen was finally satisfied.

Roland's respect and loyalty gave her a feeling of being in control.

But at the same time, she was also a little disappointed.

Enid Judith...

How could you fall in love with such a person?

Hypocritical and slippery, they were no different from the people she saw every day - to be honest, they were just a little prettier, their speech level was lower, and they were a superficial imitation of etiquette.

However, after all, he is a person of humble origin and cannot learn the essence of true noble blood.

Otherwise, there is no difference.

Young, hypocrite.

The Queen showed little interest.

"I will inform you further in the future."

She dealt with it for another half an hour, but her interest was visibly lost, and she scribbled about the end of afternoon tea.

Lavia Heidi stopped talking to him and changed a waiter to send Roland away.

…

"I told you, he is just a loser who lives by his face." Lavia Heidi knelt in front of her roses, looking up at the supreme man of the country.

The woman in the seat said nothing.

Waiting for the glow to explode not far away.

A graceful woman stepped out of the light, swaying a black gauze skirt.

She glanced at Victoria, her cold face did not change at all, she pulled up the low stool and sat in the seat of the young man who had just left.

She looked at the tablecloth in front of her with surprise in her eyes.

"I thought you didn't know that I opened the 'door' specially for you." Victoria said, "Long time no see, Enid."

"If possible, I try not to see you - because every time I see your face full of lust and conspiracy, I want to twist your head off your neck."

Enid crossed her legs and placed her hand on the tablecloth, fiddling with her silver knife.

"You already got what you wanted, and you still need my help?"

Victoria spoke sincerely:

"I need it, Enid. This isn't about the Cradle of Flesh or the Black One - that's a cult. But I don't want blue-blooded nobles to stand in the way of my decree, including the Illite Art Association and those who believe in the hustle and bustle A daughter of a profit-seeking businessman - I have too little power around me."

"I am the monarch of this country, but I am trapped in a complicated spider web."

"Do you want to see an army march into London and fight another army?"

"Do you want to see dreams and reality overlap, with rivers of blood and broken limbs everywhere you look?"

"I want a complete country, complete theocracy and political power, not a fragmented ruin."

"I want every gear to be as flawless as possible and run smoothly. Instead of having to repair it after a mess, I want it to be repaired."

"Can you understand me?"

Enid deadpanned: "That's what you do. You get the candy and you put up with the high price. Price, Victoria, everything has a price."

cost.

The Supreme Being does not like this word.

"I work hard for this country, what price do I have to pay? Why should I pay the price? What do I get?"

Enid tapped her plate with her knife and glanced at the delicate pastries on the table.

"One afternoon tea costs an East End poor man five months' salary - or more. Now you ask me, what did you 'get'?"

"Perhaps the luxurious life has made you accustomed to it, and it is difficult to realize that you are not the same creature as other citizens, right?"

Victoria's face was gloomy for a moment, but it soon returned to its natural state.

She stared at Enid for a long time, then suddenly mentioned the young man who had just left.

"You're not looking for a good lover, Enid. He seems to be just a scumbag with no sense of anything but rhetoric and a semblance of elegance--his manners are just above the surface, and I can see that you put him Brought to a place that doesn’t belong to him.”

She doesn't like to defend, she likes to attack.

Having said this, the Queen's expression showed a bit of sarcasm - a sarcastic expression that has been refined over time and is as exquisite as a pastry on the table:

No more, no less, if you look carefully, you can find it; but if you are distracted, then this is just a fleeting illusion.

——The ‘illusion’ used by others to laugh at you for ‘not understanding faces’ and ‘not understanding human language’.

"You love 'ordinary' people, don't you?" Victoria's face was like a spring breeze, as if she were saying "I wish you good health".

Enid was noncommittal, holding the knife and cutting off the tablecloth in front of her.

Then, in the sight of Lavia Heidi and Victoria, he slowly raised it and showed it to them:

It seems that the previous visitor, distracted by the boring conversation, used his finger as a pen and strawberry jam as ink, leaving two lines of words on the tablecloth.

‘If a person is not good-looking. ’

‘Sweets will make her fat and ugly. ’

Victoria:…

Ravia Headey:…

Enid: Well done, my Roland.