The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 275 Ch.274 Father of All Creation, why do you…

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

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands falling on the corners of her mouth and face, and then the woman quickly brushed them behind her ears.

"Ma'am! I prepared some fresh seafood soup..." He smiled, as honest and loyal as his black hound that he kicked away for blocking his way.

Also like a helpless child.

"There's plenty of fresh fish and shellfish in Bristol..." He paused and sniffed.

A look of disappointment.

Already eaten...

Cliff Heyman smiled ingratiatingly and glanced around - he was in charge of this "prison", and no one would dare to cause trouble for him at this time.

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

He danced with joy, but did not 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 in the future, you really have to ask me for advice." He patted his chest with a proud look on his face: "Cooking is an art - you have demonstrated unparalleled talent in all aspects..."

Enid: "What on earth 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 spices that can remove the fishy smell. With them, oysters can be on the table every day!"

He didn't know why these words made the woman's eyes even colder.

also…

Right?
"Miss?"

Enid didn't want to waste time on this guy.

She knew what he meant, and had wondered why such a 'freak' appeared in the Heyman family - it was so humorous.

A family that wishes brains could grow in its stomach has a member who embarks on the path of "beast pack".

A son whose hands are quicker than his brain.

"I don't like your last name, and you probably don't like my uniform. Mr. Cliff Hyman, 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 in the Heyman family.

Brother, father.

These names are like nicknames randomly given in the arena, and they do not prevent each other from drawing blood.

Just as the youth are to lust, the middle-aged are to material desires, and the old are to the desire for life.

Everyone has their own desires.

Cliff Hyman was not smart, but he was definitely not stupid. He knew what his family was doing. They were not drawn into the vortex, but they took the initiative to join it for various selfish reasons, and even created the vortex themselves.

He couldn't understand them.

It was like they couldn't understand him.

"Every day I eat, drink, pray, and feel the changes of nature. 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 last name means that Cliff is serious.

"I am different from Heyman. I only use my last name. I have the same blood, but a different soul."

"Ms. Jutia, I am not the type of person who enjoys creating chaos."

"You should see through the flesh and blood and see a person's true soul."

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

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

He didn't have the poet's magic writing skills, but his beast-like intuition told him that some things might never happen from the beginning.

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

then…

"We should add a few more oil lamps in this corridor... Oh? Mr. Heyman?" The woman suddenly came to her senses and turned sideways in surprise, looking at the speechless man: "What did you just say?"

Clive Heyman: …

No more.

Nothing was said.

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

'waste. '

"I say, if you want to eat something..." He began to rub his big hands again.

"No, Heyman. I am here for tomorrow. You are aware that the Inquisition has an officer to be tried..."

She swayed her long skirt, and she looked as mysterious and alluring as a bat's shadow under the flickering candlelight.

But Cliff knew that the distance between him and her might be even greater than the distance between the Maelstrom and the Holy Cross.

This is a woman with almost no compassion.

Can such a person feel love?
The traveler in the wilderness sighed inwardly.

"Yes, the leaders of each sect will be present."

"Well, see you tomorrow, Mr. Hyman." Enid smiled politely, turned around for a moment, and then turned back: "Let me give you a suggestion."

she says.

"Stay away from the Heymans."

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.

He used his fingers to make a hole in the wall and hung the hook on it.

"Stay away from the Heymans."

She repeated.

"You may continue your natural path, devout wilderness walker."

This sentence means something.

indeed.

His father, Marvolo Hayman, wrote recently.

Cliff Heyman was silent, and his red hair connected to his long beard seemed to have life and floated in the wind.

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

cluster--

A golden flame burned in the oil lamp.

"I do not like some of their practices, but I also know that we share the same blood. Ms. Jutia, are there any irreconcilable conflicts between Heyman and the Inquisition?"

Cliff Hyman is clearly a deeply religious man.

That is indeed the case according to the teachings of the Great Vortex.

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

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

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

It's the conflict between Hever, Chloe, and Victoria.

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

It was a lawless war between a group of grown-up kids who thought they were not childish.

How can weapons have feelings?

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

"Ma'am, I don't think Heyman and the Inquisition..." Cliff Heyman didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

In the foreseeable future, the conflict between the Inquisition and Heyman will become increasingly intense.

Enid didn't say anything more, having said enough for someone else for the sake of that piece of cake.

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

— and then cursed the Father of All in his heart.

This guy with the ulcer on his face, if you created everything, why did you have to put that...

The woman recalled the scene just now, turned her back calmly, and walked away slowly, shaking her long skirt.

It’s a pity that no one can see this beauty blooming in the snow.

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

It's cloudy or sunny.

After a while.

He looked down at the doberman lying at his feet.

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

(End of this chapter)