The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 98 Ch.97 Hints and...

Roland handed the thumb bottle he found in the kitchen of Chloe's house to Enid, and described what happened before - except for the 'past' he saw and what Cherry Chloe left for him. outside of the legacy.

Enid played with the glass thumb bottle as she listened, unscrewing the cork and smelling it.

"That's right. This is a new type of toxin that I've never seen before."

She discovered Roland's 'contradiction', so she explained: "A certain ring in the 'Holy Flame' can give us the power to distinguish toxins. That's why I said, I've never seen it... but I know it. "

"Where did you get it? The kitchen?"

Roland said yes.

But he had a question: Why hasn't this poison been 'processed' yet?

It sits unabashedly on the spice rack, as if...

As if hoping someone would find out.

"That's not a problem we should have a headache with, Roland." Enid shook the glass bottle and stared at the transparent liquid in the bottle exploding into waves: "Do you doubt Mingsi Chloe?"

Roland said nothing.

That's not suspicion, it's seeing it with your own eyes.

"You have no evidence, Roland."

Enid glanced at him: "You have no evidence and no real 'witnesses.'"

Besides, this is not a case in itself.

Medical malpractice at best.

Who can guarantee that the treatment will be effective and that there will be no accidents every time?

That's impossible.

To cure an epidemic, people will die.

"But I found poison," Roland whispered softly: "Madam, this is murder."

"That's just your guess." Enid held her chin and replied casually: "The Inquisition is not willing to get involved in the nobles' bad affairs - even if Minsi Chloe really murdered his wife, we have nothing to do with it. what relationship?"

"That's the job of the police."

"And you can't expect a servant's words to be effective in a case involving a noble."

This sentence cut off everything Roland wanted to say.

He looked at Enid and saw the corners of her mouth turned down, her expression gentle.

But there was only a frozen indifference in his brown eyes.

"...I understand, ma'am."

Enid tapped her cheek with her index finger and looked at the smiling puppet in front of her: "Are you friends?"

"yes."

"Do you plan to continue investigating?"

Enid didn't wait for Roland to answer, but suddenly changed her voice and described a painful scene.

"Cherry Chloe died a tragic death. You wouldn't have thought that all it takes is two things for a woman to die an unseemly and miserable death."

"Scissors and soldering iron."

she says.

"The scissors were responsible for cutting off her 'affected areas' - the affected areas that made her 'hysterical'."

"And the hot iron is used to burn the cut until it can no longer feel, until it becomes necrotic."

The woman described it to Roland in detail as if nothing had happened.

"Although I was not present, I heard that a visiting doctor heard her wailing for two days. The hospital bed was covered with scratches. Broken nails and damaged flesh and blood..."

"But the good news is-"

"She'll never be hysterical again."

After Enid finished speaking, she had enough time to observe Roland's honey-gold eyes, leaned forward, and gently touched his face with her thin but rough palms.

"I should feel your sorrow. But I feel nothing, Roland."

Her eyes were like a deep lake without waves, calm and indifferent: "I can't understand your mood, and I don't understand why you are sad because of a nasty, powerless woman."

"Yeah, don't try to lie to me."

"You're sad."

Palms as thick as rock rubbed Roland's face.

"Do you love her?"

Enid asked softly.

no answer.

She could feel the trembling flesh under the soft skin, and could touch his stiff smile and cold lips.

His eyebrows seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult for him to show his true appearance to anyone.

"You haven't adapted yet, and you don't know how to be a good executive."

Enid said.

"If we only caused trouble for cultists, we wouldn't be 'famous'."

Roland didn't know if this meant some kind of hint, but in any case, Enid didn't say anything further.

She took back her hand and thought for a moment: "Maybe... you can go to Cherry Chloe's house and have a look."

"I mean, her original home."

"Orlando Wilson."

Enid spat out a name, and an address.

"Meet her brother."

"If you were so close to her before she was alive, you should go there."

Roland kept the place in his mind silently and asked, "Do Mrs. Chloe's elder brother and younger brother live there?"

When Enid heard this, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then a realization dawned on her brows.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly: "...Roland, I can confirm that Cherry Chloe has no younger brother. Old Wilson only has two children, the eldest son Orlando Wilson, and his sister, Cherry Wilson ”

The air became stagnant for a moment.

Enid ignored the silent person, unscrewing the cap of the thumb bottle, pouring the transparent liquid drop by drop into the tea cup in front of her, and slowly stirred it a few times with the spoon.

Under Roland's gaze, she raised her ears.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"The higher we go, the more dangerous we are. High-circle ritualists in the church even have the power to recall memories - although this is not easy, it is often used on some special and important people..."

"It's rare that someone can escape smoothly after murdering a noble, unless he plans to give up his identity and completely join the cult."

Roland still maintained his calmness and said gently: "I just want Mrs. Cherry Chloe's soul to rest in peace. At least... I hope she won't be as miserable in another world as she was in life."

Enid looked at him deeply, then looked away, and the room fell into a long silence.

The clock hung on the wall and the fire crackled.

The room became quieter and quieter, so quiet that the two of them could hear each other's breathing.

After a moment, Enid suddenly spoke to the empty teacup as if talking to herself:

“‘Compassion’, ‘Judgment’, ‘Wisdom’. "

"The monasteries and churches hold the "saints," and the Inquisition holds the "holy flame." The other two paths belonging to "wisdom" are both controlled by the Parliament of Truth - it is located above the church, and only a few talented people who are thirsty for knowledge and pursue the truth can get a glimpse of it. "

"Mingsi Chloe's father, Charles Chloe, was one of the High Circle Ritualists."

"He is a member of the Parliament of Truth and the high seat of the blue-blood nobles..."

As Enid spoke, she raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall, then suddenly turned her face with a surprised expression.

"...Oh? Roland? I thought you had left long ago."

Roland was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It's getting late, I really should go, Bottle -"

"Keep it, you don't need it anymore." Enid played with the glass bottle and watched Roland's back disappear outside the door.

With the sound of the door closing, the warm room became quiet again.

soon.

Enid felt cold again.

She casually threw the bottle on the table. Her face no longer had the intimidating aura and majesty that made the congregation fearful. Instead, like a baby bird that had been soaked in ice water, she gathered up the rug and pulled out her slender feet from her shoes. Come, slowly curl up into the blanket.

The woman trapped in memories only stared at the jumping flames not far away and murmured to herself:

'When can you...'

'What about Enid again? ’

'elder brother. ’