The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 167 Ch.166 What are you waiting for?

A person can tolerate a vicious dog roaring at him - some people, instead of being disgusted, will lament their ferocious character.

When it changes its owner and the rope falls into its own hands, its roar towards others will become particularly sweet.

But a person will never allow a vicious dog to bite him.

Nor would he ever become the owner of a vicious dog that bit him.

Regarding the handling of Andrew Heyman and Judy Heyman, see the above paragraph.

——However, among the 'guests' who were captured and participated in cult rituals, the Heiman family was the fastest to arrive.

In other words, the people from the Council of Truth came the fastest.

In the afternoon, the arrogant messenger appeared in front of Enid along with two detectives from the Inspectorate.

In front of a kind of public officials, he loudly declared that Andrew Hyman and Judy Hyman were lured to the party. They had nothing to do with the cult - and judging from their status, they could not participate. Cult ritual.

He said that he would take these two suffering lambs to the church for a purification ceremony and appoint someone to appease their wounded spirits.

Both words and expressions hinted that what happened at the banquet was not everything.

The imprisonment of the Inquisition also caused unbearable pain to the two Heymans.

Roland held his cane and leaned against the wall to watch the fun.

The executioners surrounded the messenger and the two police detectives one by one - whether it was disrespect for the presiding judge or covering up the crimes of the Heyman family, these were enough to make them angry.

Roland saw an acquaintance among them.

The woman who interrogated him one night.

Remember to call...

Julie?

The female police detective didn't seem to agree with what the lead messenger said. She stood far away and never said a word from beginning to end.

"It is impossible for the Hyman family to have anything to do with cultists. Judge Enid Judith, I hope you can understand that some people are born with noble blood, and the weight of that blood is different from that of ordinary people. ”

Enid thought thoughtfully, and after a moment, she still shook her head: "I don't know if the blood of these two brothers and sisters is heavier than that of ordinary people, sir. But when I burned them, their wailing was heavier than that of ordinary criminals." It’s much more tragic.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

The messenger's eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

His upper lip twitched, and his front teeth were exposed from time to time, along with the two beards that curled up on the left and right.

"How dare you...!!"

Obviously, whatever Enid said was true or false.

The two Heymans will definitely not survive.

This sewage will definitely follow the surnames of these two people and spread to the entire Heyman family - and the head of the family: Marvolo Heyman.

Even Marvolo Heyman's masters: Charles Cloy, Paul Heffer.

The master of the Inquisition broke the rules.

She did not stay in the buffer zone established by each other for many years, did not wait for the messenger to arrive, and rejected the transaction.

Her behavior was extremely rude and was basically equivalent to banging the plate with a spoon at the dinner table.

He kept knocking.

"how dare you!"

The messenger's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly took a step forward. As he approached Enid, his voice was extremely low: "...Do you know what you are doing?"

Enid's eyes were contemptuous and she didn't even say a word.

"The Church should be one! The Inquisition, the Abbey, the Council of Truth - we form the Holy Cross! Enid Judea, what on earth do you want to do?!"

The messenger disliked this woman from the beginning to the end.

Maybe someone has good intentions towards her and thinks that letting a presiding judge who does nothing to lead the court is a good thing for the parliament - but he can see through the true face of this woman under the disguise:

Her eyes were full of indifference towards the church and those important figures.

She is not dissatisfied.

But don't care about them at all.

The messenger even thought that she didn't even care about the Inquisition.

Many gentlemen in Parliament were deceived by her cold face.

Among the best and the worst, they think it is best to choose someone who likes to stand by and is neither good nor bad.

The result is what we see today.

"Do you think that there is no more powerful ritualist than you in the church?" His wild eyebrows were focused towards the center, and he threatened with words: "Do you think that there is no more powerful ritualist than you in the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Great Whirlpool? A more powerful ritualist?"

He growled lowly.

"Do you think that the blue-blood nobles and the council really have nothing to do with you?"

Quiet promenade.

The messenger's voice reached each executive's ears clearly and accurately.

The chaotic and invisible fluctuations are like tides, covering this space one wave after another - this is the "secret" unfolded by several people.

However, when Enid turned her head slightly and scanned the surrounding crowd indifferently, these "secrets" from different people were quickly eliminated like candles falling into water.

They bowed their heads at Enid's gaze.

But his fists were clenched tightly.

After a while.

Everyone heard a rising breath.

There was no trace of anger on Enid's face. She looked left at the messenger in front of her, then tilted her head to the right and looked at the right side of his face.

Lean slightly.

"'You don't think that the blue-blooded nobles and the parliament can really do nothing against you' - Sir, then you..."

Enid was puzzled.

"What are you waiting for?"

She said in a playful tone: "It can't be..."

"Wait until I die of old age?"

Pfft.

Someone in the crowd laughed.

——In this extremely solemn atmosphere.

Detective Julie turned her head quickly like a hawk, her sharp eyes went straight through the crowd, locking onto the golden-eyed young man who was leaning against the wall and laughing...

Then she recognized him.

The female detective rolled her eyes in her heart, looked away expressionlessly, and pretended to continue scanning the crowd, looking for the person who laughed.

After a few rounds, "nothing was found".

So, she glared at the executive officers in a demonstrative manner and turned back.

"Every move you make represents the Tribunal. Enid Jutia, if I were you, I would be more cautious about the friendship extended by the Parliament and the Blue Blood Nobles..."

The messenger took a half step back.

Enid was taller than him.

The pressure brought by this high-ring ritualist made him feel uncontrollably physically fearful.

"It's a pity that you are not me, sir."

Enid chuckled: "My decision..."

She looked around.

The voice seemed to gather a silent storm.

"It is the decision of all the executive officers."

The storm passed.

No one spoke out against it.

They stared at the unwelcome person quietly. At this moment, his previous threats and provocations seemed like a vulgar performance that was not funny.

"Tell Paul Heffer and his friend who has been sleeping..."

Enid looked down at him from a high position.

"Next time you send someone to the Tribunal, it is better to pick a high-ranking person."

After she said that, she turned around, and the crowd opened the way for their queen like water.

At this moment, a figure emerged from the crowd and hit the messenger heavily with his shoulder. Before he could speak, the man as strong as a bear scolded him first: "Not only did you insult us, you even dared to attack the executive officers in the Tribunal!"

He did not give the messenger any time to react, and his huge fist quickly enlarged in the other's eyes.

Bang.

He knocked him down with one punch.

The chaotic crowd rushed forward, and the long corridor was filled with pig-like wailing.

The male detective next to him subconsciously raised his hand to his waist, but in an instant, countless guns were pointed at his head.

It was like a steel flower blooming with a human head as its heart.

Julie raised her hands from afar: "... Gentlemen, I am just making up the numbers."