The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 275 Ch.274 Father of All Things, why are you…

Cliff Hyman stood at the end of the winding corridor until Enid came out.

Her hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair fell on the corners of her mouth and face, and were quickly brushed behind her ears by the woman.

"Madam! I prepared fresh seafood soup..." He smiled, honest and loyal like his black hound that he kicked away because it blocked the road.

He was also like a helpless child.

"There are a lot of fresh fish and shellfish in Bristol--" He paused here and shrugged his nose.

A look of disappointment.

Already eaten...

Cliff Hyman smiled flatteringly and glanced left and right-he was in charge of this "prison", and no one dared to trouble him at this time.

"What did you bring for the young gentleman? I guess it's oysters, right? The local oysters are famous..."

He danced with joy, but he didn't dare to get close to the invisible isolation layer formed by the cold gaze.

Even an inch.

"... Let me tell you, ma'am, if you want to eat this thing in the future, you really have to ask me for advice." He patted his chest and looked proud: "Cooking is an art - you have demonstrated unparalleled talent in all aspects..."

Enid: "What do you want to say, Mr. Hyman."

Cliff Hyman said mysteriously: "I have a friend who does ocean trade and got a lot of oriental seasonings - they can remove fishy smells. With them, oysters can be on the table every day!"

He didn't know why these words made the woman in front of him look even colder.

Also...

That's right?

"Ma'am?"

Enid didn't want to waste time talking to this man.

She knew what he meant, and she also wondered why such a "freak" appeared in the Hyman family - too humorous.

A family that wishes its stomach would grow a brain, and a member who has embarked on the road of "beast pack".

A son whose hands are faster than his brain.

"I don't like your last name, and you probably don't like my uniform. Mr. Cliff Heyman, I really want to have a friendship with you, but obviously we can't, right?"

Cliff scratched his head: "I haven't been home for a long time."

He actually didn't like the atmosphere of the Heyman family.

Brother, father.

These names are like nicknames randomly given in the arena, and they don't prevent each other from seeing blood.

Just like youth for lust, middle-aged for material desires, and old age for life desires.

Everyone has their own desires.

Cliff Heyman is not smart, but he is definitely not stupid. He knows what the family is doing. They are not drawn into the vortex, but they actively participate in it for various selfish reasons, and even create the vortex with their own hands.

He can't understand them.

Just like they can't understand him.

"I eat, drink, pray, and feel the changes of nature every day. Everything has a soul - they are born, then flourish, and die. The world is neither beautiful nor good, neither ugly nor evil."

"I am the ritualist of the Great Vortex, Ms. Jutia."

Adding a surname means that Cliff is serious.

"I am different from Heyman. I only use a surname. I have blood but a different soul."

"Ms. Jutia, I am not the kind of person who likes to create chaos."

"Your eyes should go through the flesh and blood and see a person's sincere soul."

The lion-like red-haired man stood quietly beside the woman.

He stared at Enid. After a shocking glance a few years ago, he could no longer fill the hole in his heart that was pierced by his eyes.

He did not have the poet's magic pen, but his beast-like intuition told him: some things may not happen from the beginning.

He was eager to express his heart, a pious, passionate, and pure heart and soul.

Then…

"This corridor should have a few more oil lamps…Oh? Mr. Heiman?" The woman who had come to her senses turned sideways in surprise and looked at the speechless man: "What did you just say?"

Cliff Heiman: ...

No more.

No words.

The black hound lying at his feet looked up at his master with great contempt.

'Waste. '

"I say, if you want to eat something..."

He began to rub his big hands again.

"No need, Heiman. I'm here for tomorrow. You know, the Inquisition has an executor to be interrogated..."

She swayed her long skirt, and under the flickering candlelight, she was as mysterious and attractive as a bat shadow.

But Cliff knew that the distance between him and her might be farther than the distance between the Great Whirlpool and the Holy Cross.

This is a woman with almost no compassion.

Can such a person feel love?

The walker in the wilderness sighed in his heart.

"Yes, the leaders of all sects will be present."

"Well, see you tomorrow, Mr. Heyman." Enid smiled politely, turned around for a moment, and then turned back: "I'll give you a suggestion."

She said.

"Stay away from the Heyman family."

Enid bent down to pick up the oil lamp on the ground, broke the copper buckle on the outer layer of the shell, and twisted it into a hook shape.

Then.

She used her fingers to pierce a hole in the wall and hung the hook on it.

"Stay away from the Heyman family."

She repeated.

"You can continue your natural path, a devout wilderness walker."

This sentence is meaningful.

Indeed.

His father, Marvolo Heyman, wrote to him recently.

Cliff Heyman was silent, and the red hair connected to his long beard seemed to have life and floated without wind.

He looked at the woman who was concentrating on studying the oil lampshade, and a chill ran through his blood.

Cluster——

A golden flame ignited in the oil lamp.

"I do not like some of their practices, but I also know that we have the same blood flowing in our bodies. Ms. Jutia, is there an irreconcilable conflict between Heyman and the Inquisition?"

Cliff Heyman is obviously a devout believer.

In terms of the teachings of the Great Whirlpool, it is true.

But he is also a naive fool, compared to his father and brother.

Enid's eyes were calm: "When you ask this question, it means that you don't understand anything."

It is not a conflict between Heyman and the Inquisition at all.

It is a conflict between Hever, Chloe, and Victoria.

It is a struggle between the Secret Party, the Gray Party and the Royal Party, interests, traditions and power.

It is a lawless war between a group of big children who think they are not childish.

How can weapons have feelings?

Does the person killed by the bullet hate him because of the bullet?

"Madam, I don't think that Heyman and the Tribunal..." Cliff Heyman didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

In the foreseeable future, the conflict between the Tribunal and Heyman will become more and more intense.

Enid didn't say anything else. She had said enough for someone for the sake of that piece of cake.

Soon, she put the red-haired man behind her and thought about what had just happened in the room.

——Then she kept cursing the father of all things in her heart.

This man with a rotten sore on his face, if you created everything, why did you have to put that...

The woman who recalled the scene just now turned her back calmly and walked away with her long skirt swaying.

It's a pity that no one can see this love blossoming in the snow.

Cliff Heyman stood there, looking at Enid's back.

Uncertain.

After a while.

He looked down at the short-haired hound lying at his feet.

The other party glanced at him with disdain, sat up, lowered his head and began to lick himself.