The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 753: The Messenger of Death

Buckingham Palace.

Green Room.

There was a faint lip print on the rim of the gold-inlaid porcelain cup.

The hand-trimmed rounded corners of the table, which hold porcelain cups, rest on a Persian embroidered grapevine rug.

The carpet leads to the walls on both sides and the gilded picture frames.

The picture frame in the distance reflected the sunlight, making the pattern on the gold-inlaid porcelain cup appear clearer and more delicate.

The Queen's private meeting was a bit too solemn in this hall.

Especially a gentleman dressed so 'inappropriately' - if the attendant were to speak, he would have drawn his ceremonial knife before he could smell the stench of decay on him.

"Then we will wait for good news from your Majesty..."

The man's hoarse voice sounded as if there were forty hours in a day, and every hour was spent drinking sulfuric acid.

Drink a lot.

——Waiting for good news from your majesty?

Victoria's lowered eyes flashed with contempt.

When would she stop dealing with these lowly savages?

This guy is like a piece of rotten pork...

No.

The Queen would not know the smell of rotten pork.

"I will do it as soon as possible, Mr. Vance, my good subjects, my helpers, and my devout followers - when I assign them, I hope you will give me the same reward."

The man sitting opposite was dressed strangely.

He was wearing a surprisingly large robe, with his entire face hidden in the wrinkled, stiff hood.

He did not expose any part of his body, even the hands holding the porcelain cup were covered with gloves.

"Good subject...?"

He laughed repeatedly, and the sound was even more uncomfortable.

"When we are about to be good subjects, your majesty, you should be afraid."

"I am the ruler of this country. I will not fear anyone, Mr. Vance," Victoria put down her teacup, and her reflection in the tea raised her chin proudly. "If a monarch fears his subjects, the destiny is lost in his blood."

Destiny?

destiny?

Stupid and cowardly.

He doesn't like pork.

If it weren't for the scorching heat hidden behind the curtain at the other end of the room, the roaring flames that were almost sticking to his eyebrows, he would have to give her a good show and tease this woman.

"I have contacted the child on the other side, Your Majesty. I hope you can give me the opportunity to serve the country as soon as possible..."

Victoria swirled the tea in a vortex with the silver spoon.

She deliberately waited a moment after each sentence to prove that her brain was functioning normally and to add to her majesty as a monarch - this behavior made the man opposite her despise her even more.

“As it should be.”

She spoke in a concise and powerful sentence, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"For the Empire."

The hooded man chuckled and raised his glass, silently glancing at the corner not far away.

…………

…

"It takes me almost two hours to take a shower just to chat with this kind of sewer garbage."

Send the man away.

The Supreme began to vent her supreme complaints.

Enid sat in another chair with her legs crossed, drinking the black tea that the Supreme poured for her.

"You're like a child, Victoria."

"Yeah, I'm like a child, but you're different... You like children."

The queen looked at Enid, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Maybe she insisted that she pour the tea herself, or maybe they just didn't get along.

"If you had the guts, you wouldn't have called me."

Enid held her chin in her hand like Roland, with an indifferent expression on her face that said, "I just love children, you're right."

"…We are all on the same page. If something happens to me—"

"Then I am still alive and well, my majesty. I saved you and owe you a great favor. If I were to change to someone who truly has a conscience - look at my Inquisition and see what my men do."

"'Your' Inquisition?" The Queen moved her increasingly wide buttocks, and the flesh on her face expanded as unscrupulously as the thriving country. "Your Inquisition? This is why those people are against you, Enid."

"If it weren't for me, do you think there would still be the name 'Inquisition'?"

"Yes, I have to thank you, Victoria..." Enid took a sip of tea, slowly picked it up, and then slowly put it back: "Okay, now that I've thanked you, we're even."

This weird and annoying way of speaking reminded Victoria of someone.

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"…Anyway, Enid, you have to help me."

"I've helped you many times."

"It's the same this time," she lowered her voice. "Darwin... that was a good job. We avoided a direct conflict with the Holy Cross - time is ours. Just a few years..."

Enid fanned her palms.

There are no flies in this hall.

"...Okay, I know you're anxious to see your little lover. About the Far East——"

Enid frowned and refused: "The Inquisition will not get involved in this matter."

"This is for the Empire... and for us."

"In fact, the whole thing has nothing to do with the two you mentioned, Victoria. I am the Holy Flame and the Chief Judge of the Inquisition. How could you think of involving us in such a dirty thing?"

Victoria was a little dissatisfied.

"Don't you know the situation in the country? This is a great opportunity! They don't need our products, but we send them silver and gold in trade every year!"

Enid disagreed: "Who made your gentlemen like tea, silk and porcelain? You can try to persuade them to change their habits."

Victoria glanced at her and said nothing.

They had no need of the wools and woolens of the Empire.

instead.

We are keen on all kinds of things over there - let's put it this way, we can describe it as 'gold everywhere'.

It would be even better if this gold didn’t cost money.

"I don't understand politics, nor do I care about Parliament, and I have no interest in ruling anyone. Victoria, you have the Military Intelligence Agency, your own party, and the 'Queen's Blade' who is loyal to you and willing to sacrifice her life for you. I will not let my executive officers be stained with such dirty blood..."

"Dirty?" Victoria laughed: "This is a war between countries!"

"A war between nations? Oh, where are the soldiers? Making those poor citizens wail and contract a terrible addiction to pain is your war?"

Enid curled her lips.

“It’s disgusting.”

Not only did she dislike the woman's methods, she also hated the fact that she collaborated with the cultists to achieve her goals.

That's right.

The hooded man who just left is a cultist.

The Plague Bringer of the Black Urn.

A messenger of death who rarely walks on earth, but brings great disaster every time he appears.

What they worship is almost the same as the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

But compared to the latter, the former is more terrifying.

plague.

"You know, this kills two birds with one stone...or even more? If I hadn't contacted these people, where do you think they would have performed the hanging ceremony?"

Victoria glared at Enid.

"On our land."

She spoke each word with emphasis.