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 had happened before - in addition to the 'past' he had seen and the legacy Cherry Chloe left him.

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

"Yes. This is a new type of toxin, I have never seen it before."

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

"Where did you get it? The kitchen?"

Roland said yes.

But he had a question: Why hadn't the poison been 'dealt with' yet?

It sits unobtrusively on the spice rack, like...

As if hoping someone would find it.

"That's not our problem, Roland." Enid shook the glass bottle and stared at the transparent liquid in the bottle exploding into waves. "Do you suspect Mince Chloe?"

Roland said nothing.

That's not suspicion, that's what I saw with my 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.

It was medical malpractice at best.

Who can guarantee that the treatment will be effective and there will be no accidents every time?
That's impossible.

Treating a venereal disease can even result in death.

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

"That's just your guess." Enid held her chin and replied nonchalantly, "The Inquisition is unwilling to interfere in the affairs of the nobles - even if Mince Kloe really murdered his wife, what does it have to do with us?"

“That’s the police’s job.”

"And you can't expect a servant's word to count 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 frozen indifference in those brown eyes.

“…I understand, ma’am.”

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

"Yes."

"Are you going to continue investigating?"

Without waiting for Roland to answer, Enid suddenly changed the subject and began describing a tragic scene.

"Cherry-Chloe died a horrible death. You wouldn't guess that it only takes two things to make a woman die a horrible, undignified death."

"Scissors and a soldering iron."

she says.

"The scissors are responsible for cutting off her 'affected part' - the part that makes her 'hysterical'."

"And the branding iron is used to burn the cuts until they can no longer feel anything, until they become necrotic."

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

"Although I wasn't there, I heard from someone that a doctor on duty heard her wailing for two days. The bed was covered with scratches, broken nails, and damaged flesh..."

"But the good news is—"

"She'll never be hysterical again."

After saying this, Enid calmly observed Roland's honey-gold eyes, leaned forward, and gently stroked his face with her thin but rough hands.

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

Her eyes were like a deep lake without ripples, calm and indifferent: "I can't understand your feelings. I don't understand why you are sad because of a vulgar woman with no power or status."

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

"You're sad."

A hand as rough as a rock surface stroked Roland's face. "Do you love her?"

Enid asked quietly.

no answer.

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

His eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, making it difficult for him to reveal 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 bothered the cultists, we wouldn't be famous."

Roland didn't know if this was a hint of some kind, but Enid didn't say anything more anyway.

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

"Her original home, I mean."

"Orlando Wilson."

Enid spits out a name, and an address.

"Meet her brother."

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

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

When Enid heard this, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then a look of realization appeared between her brows.

The corners of her mouth curled up 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 and unscrewed the cap of the thumb bottle. She poured the transparent liquid drop by drop into the teacup in front of her and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

As Roland looked at her, she raised the handle of her cup.

Drink it all in one gulp.

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

"It is rare for someone to get away with murdering a noble, unless he intends to give up his identity and join the cult completely."

Roland remained calm and said gently, "I just want Mrs. Cherry Chloe's soul to be at peace. At least... I hope she won't suffer as much in the other world as she did in her lifetime."

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

The clock on the wall was hanging and the fire was crackling.

The room became quieter and quieter, until the two people could hear each other's breathing.

After a moment, Enid suddenly spoke to the empty teacup as if talking to herself:
"Mercy, Judgment, Wisdom."

"The monastery and the church control the "Saints", the Inquisition has the "Holy Flame". The other two paths belonging to "Wisdom" are controlled by the Council of Truth - it is above the church, and only a few gifted people who are thirsty for knowledge and pursue the truth can get a glimpse of it. "

"Mince Croy's father, Charles Croy, was one of the high-ring ritualists."

"He is a member of the Parliament of Truth and a high-ranking member of the Blue Blood Nobles..."

As Enid was talking, she raised her head and glanced at the wall clock, then suddenly turned away with a surprised expression.

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

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

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

With the sound of the door closing, the warm room fell silent again.

soon.

Enid felt cold again.

She casually threw the bottle onto the table. There was no more intimidating aura and fear-inspiring majesty on her face. Instead, she gathered the blanket together like a young bird that had been drenched in ice water. She pulled her long and thin feet out of her shoes and slowly curled up in the blanket.

The woman lost in her memories only stared at the dancing flames not far away, muttering to herself:
'When will you be able to...'

'And Enid again?'

'elder brother.'

(End of this chapter)