The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 167 Ch.166 What are you waiting for?

A person can tolerate a vicious dog growling at him - some people are not disgusted by it, but will even lament its ferocious character.

When it changes owners and the rope falls into its own hands, its roar to others will become particularly beautiful.

But a person will never tolerate a vicious dog biting him.

And I will never become the owner of a vicious dog that has bitten me.

As for how Andrew Heyman and Judy Heyman handled the situation, please see the above paragraph.

—However, among the 'guests' who were captured for participating in the cult rituals, the Heiman family was the fastest to arrive.

In other words, the people from the Parliament of Truth arrived the fastest.

In the afternoon, the arrogant messenger appeared in front of Enid with two detectives from the Inspectorate.

In front of a group of officials, he loudly declared that Andrew Hyman and Judy Hyman were lured to the party and had nothing to do with the cult - given their identities and status, it was impossible for them to participate in cult rituals.

He said that the two suffering lambs would be taken to the church for a purification ceremony and someone would be appointed to comfort their traumatized spirits.

Everything he said hinted that what happened at the banquet was not all there was.

The inquisition's imprisonment also caused unbearable pain to the two Heymanns.

Roland held his cane and leaned against the wall to watch the fun.

The executors surrounded the messenger and the two detectives one after another. Whether it was disrespect for the presiding judge or whitewashing the crimes of the Heyman family, it was enough to make them angry.

Roland saw an acquaintance among them.

The woman who interrogated him one night.

Remember to call...

Julie?

The female detective did not seem to agree with the words of the leading messenger. She stood far away and did not say a word from beginning to end.

"It is impossible for the Heyman family to have any connection with the cultists. Judge Enid Jutia, I hope you understand that some people are born with noble blood, and the weight of that blood is different from that of ordinary people."

Enid thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't know if the blood of these two brothers and sisters is heavier than that of ordinary people, sir. But when I burned them, their wailing was much more miserable than that of ordinary criminals."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

The messenger's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

His upper lip twitched, revealing his front teeth from time to time, along with his two curly whiskers, one on the left and one on the right.

“How dare you…!!”

Apparently, whatever Enid said was true or false.

The two Heymans will definitely not survive.

This dirty water will surely spread along the surnames of these two people, all the way to the entire Heyman family - and the head of the family: Marvolo Heyman.

Even Marvolo Hyman's hosts: Charles Crowe, Paul Heffer.

The Master of the Inquisition broke the rules.

She did not stay in the buffer zone that they had built up over the years, did not wait for the envoy to arrive, and rejected the deal.

Her behavior was extremely rude, basically the same as banging the plate with a spoon at the dinner table.

Still knocking.

"how dare you!"

The messenger's face suddenly changed. He took a step forward and approached Enid. His voice was particularly low: "...Do you know what you are doing?"

Enid looked at him with disdain and didn't say a word.

"The Church is supposed to be one! The Inquisition, the Abbey, the Council of Truth—we form the Holy Cross! Enid Jutia, what on earth do you want to do?!"

The messenger disliked this woman from the beginning to the end.

Perhaps some people have good intentions towards her, thinking that it is a good thing for the parliament to let a "do nothing" judge lead the court - but he can see through the true face of this woman under disguise:
There was a lot of indifference in her eyes towards the church and those important people.

She is not dissatisfied.

But just don't care about them at all.

The messenger even thought that she didn't even care about the Inquisition.

Many gentlemen in Parliament were deceived by her cold face.

Between the best and the worst, they think it is best to choose someone who likes to stand by and watch, who is neither good nor bad.

The result is what we see today.

"Do you think there are no ritualists more powerful than you in the church?" He frowned wildly and threatened with his words: "Do you think there are no ritualists more powerful than you in the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Great Whirlpool?"

He growled under his breath.

"Do you think the blue-blooded nobles and the parliament can do nothing to you?"

In the quiet corridor, the messenger's voice reached every executive officer's ears clearly and accurately.

Chaotic and invisible waves were like the tide, covering the space one after another - this was the "secret" unfolded by several people.

However, when Enid turned her head slightly and glanced at the people around her indifferently, these "secrets" from different people quickly disappeared like candles falling into water.

They bowed their heads in Enid's gaze.

But his fists were clenched tightly.

After a while.

Everyone heard an upward sound.

There was no anger on Enid's face. She looked left at the messenger in front of her, then tilted her head to the right and looked at the right side of his face.

Lean forward slightly.

"'You don't think that the blue-blooded nobles and the parliament can do nothing to you' - Sir, then you..."

Enid was puzzled.

"What are you waiting for?"

She said in a playful tone: "It can't be..."

"Wait till I die of old age?"

puff.

Someone in the crowd laughed.

——In this extremely solemn atmosphere.

Detective Julie turned her head quickly like a hawk, her sharp eyes piercing through the crowd and locking onto the golden-eyed young man who was leaning against the wall and laughing secretly with his hands covering his mouth...

Then I recognized him.

The female detective rolled her eyes inwardly, looked away expressionlessly, and pretended to continue scanning the crowd, looking for the person who was laughing.

After several rounds of back and forth, 'nothing was achieved'.

So she glared at the executive officers defiantly and turned back.

"Every move you make represents the Inquisition. Enid Jutia, if I were you, I would be more cautious about the friendship extended by the Parliament and the blue-blooded nobles..."

The messenger took a half step back.

Enid was taller than he was.

The pressure brought by this high-level ritualist caused him to experience uncontrollable physical fear.

"It's a pity you're not me, sir."

Enid chuckled: "My decision..."

She looked around.

A silent storm seemed to gather in the sound.

"That's all the executives decide."

The storm passes.

No one spoke out against it.

They stared at the unwelcome person silently. At this moment, his previous threats and provocations seemed like a vulgar performance that was not funny.

"Tell this to Paul Heffer and his friend who is in deep sleep..."

Enid looked down at him from above.

"Next time you send someone to the Tribunal, it's best to pick someone with a high ring."

She said and turned, the crowd parting the way for their queen like water.

At this moment, a figure emerged from the crowd and bumped the messenger with his shoulder. Before he could say anything, the bear-like man cursed: "Not only did you insult us, you even dared to attack the executor in the courtroom!"

He did not give the messenger any time to react, and his huge fist quickly enlarged in the other's eyes.

Bang.

He was knocked down with one punch.

The chaotic crowd rushed forward, and the corridor was filled with the screams of pigs being slaughtered.

The male detective next to him subconsciously raised his hand to touch his waist, but in an instant countless guns were pointed at his head.

It's like a steel flower blooming with a human head as its heart.

Julie raised her hands from a distance: "... Gentlemen, I am just here to make up the numbers."

(End of this chapter)