Chapter 612 Ch611 The Evening Breeze Before the Journey

Chapter 612 Ch.611 The evening breeze is about to travel far away

The ritual requires a secret organ, some 'good luck', and bits and pieces of 'alien internal organs' - it's not like Belos has never seen the ritual performer, so of course he knows that there is something in it that is contraband.

Sometimes, he really feels that 'faith' is a terrible thing that can allow people to destroy their relatives and family...

Although.

Jocelyn Cavendish had a difficult relationship with her parents, siblings.

They thought she was a 'freak', a sullen, ungrateful, taciturn person who might be extremely dissolute in her heart - otherwise, a wealthy family like Cavendish would not have married her to someone who was not a good person in the first place. A small businessman of some status.

"They're smarter than you think, Beck."

When Qiaocelin mentioned her relatives and brothers, she couldn't help but ridicule them.

——Joceline’s parents are a smart couple.

They had already investigated the Taylor family all over, including the business started by Bellows Taylor, the stumbling process over the years, who his enemies were, who his friends were, and his influence in the industry. And what kind of achievements can be achieved in the future...

To marry the unpopular second daughter to such an outstanding 'mud toe'...

Isn’t it possible to kill two birds with one stone?

Over the years, Taylor has provided many conveniences to Cavendish.

"If these dowries meet someone..." Qiao Celin paused, with a look of disgust on her face: "If it were not for a great cause, I would really find a way to curse them..."

'Bullshit great cause...' Bellows muttered.

"So, how long do I have to wait until I see my wife again in Porti?"

"Two weeks, love." Jocelyn raised her eyebrows: "At that time, I will bring back good news. Our daughter will be as smart and lovely as Randolph, and you will be able to avoid the pursuit of death and officially push away the An invisible door..."

"Two weeks."

Belos thought: "How about I prepare a welcome ceremony for you."

"Beck!"

Belos raised his hands: "Okay, don't tell anyone, absolutely don't tell anyone - I have been in contact with the ritualists, Joey, of course I know you are committing crimes."

"That's more serious than a crime..." Jocelin stopped smiling: "... jumping around in history is a major sin, Baker. Do you know what "a major crime" means? All followers of the Crown God will be my enemies...including the Wanderers. "

"Not just me," she changed her tone, "my relatives, friends, husband, children... Once we are convicted of a "big sin", only the flames will be the final destination..."

Bellows moved his lips: "...the Tribunal."

"That's right." Jocelin nodded: "You also know the style of the Tribunal. Especially those Keshihai and Enid...keep this secret for me, Baker. The ignorant false god believers are jealous of us bloodline Noble primitive people, once this secret is revealed..."

Everyone is going to die.

Belos was silent for a moment: "It seems that you also know how dangerous what you are doing is. Have you considered it for your family, your husband, and your children?"

"Just because I thought about you, Beck."

Qiaocelin held her husband's hand and begged softly: "I want you to live longer, I want to cure my daughter's disease, and when my son becomes an adult, I want to give him... at least a city ruler." right."

"This world should belong to us."

Belos has never been able to understand the ‘god’ that Jocelin mentioned.

He has heard of the "Ten Crowned Gods" and often goes to church. He knows about the famous "Maelstrom" and the "Ring of Eternal Silence" that no one can avoid - but he has never heard of the "Tenth". A 'god.

"Some believers believe that their gods are the only ones..." Belos said softly.

"No, gods are not the only ones."

Jocelyn knew what her husband was implying.

"We are not like those ignorant people, Baker. We know most of the world's secrets and gradually pass through the fog - gods are not the only ones."

she emphasized.

"But our Lord is the one who is truly indispensable - the world has not given Him the glory he deserves, but has covered up the traces of His existence... This is so infuriating. I have reason to doubt that the mortal The conspiracy points to us noble people..."

Jocelyn told Bellows.

What they believe in, what created them, is truly 'great' - no matter which god the ritualist believes in, no matter what kind of spell you cast, as long as it is related to the ritual, you are borrowing the power of her god.

Without this god, mortal blood with great power would not be able to use any rituals and perform any 'miracles' in the eyes of mortals.

"...They are so ignorant that they think it is their own gods who bring everything. The Father of All? How ridiculous."

Jocelyn Cavendish, or in other words, the "Secret Order of the Hanging Key", an organization composed of primitive people to which she belongs, firmly believes in the existence of the lost god.

They find truth from the fragments of history and dreams, long for, and always long to find their Lord.

Jocelyn said.

His name is "Saint Accionne".

Relating to revelation, dismantling, opening, and wounding.

‘To open a door, open your own soul first. ’

Jocelyn caressed her chest and whispered.

‘My scar grows on my tongue, and that’s where the secret begins. ’

Say it from your heart.

Bellows loves Jocelyn.

He didn't know if it was "deep love", but he saw her and fell in love with her at the port. Apart from Theresa, he never touched other questionable women again - maybe this was imperfect deep love?

Bellos didn't know.

But this was the sadness of love.

He had no way to report her.

There was no way to report his wife to the church, to those barbarians holding swords, and to all the monks who preached in the sun.

He couldn't say that his woman was a cultist who participated in an organization connected by cultists who were not clear-headed and intended to establish a country.

He couldn't tell anyone about the part of the Taylor family's expenses that disappeared from the account book every year.

He couldn't tell his children what a stupid and useless thing their mother longed for.

He kept getting older, but she was still as charming as ever.

This made Bellos feel extremely tired.

And when Jocelyn proposed this "ritual" and proposed what she was about to do to Cavendish, Bellos Taylor actually felt a sense of "long relief" - finally, the day of the end came.

He wanted to warn his children, Randolph Taylor and Betty, never, ever, to participate in, or come into contact with, cultists or gatherings with cultists.

Never.

This was too sad.

Bellos quietly looked at his wife kneeling in prayer in the candlelight, looking at the woman who looked just like the first time he met her at the port, and a feeling of bitterness and regret rose in his heart.

It was as if the sea breeze passed by his ears and never returned.

She was not so "pious" back then.

She was just a pretty girl who looked gloomy and didn't speak very well...

The man squeezed his dry throat and hummed a broken ballad.

It came from the sailor.

It was also Jocelyn's favorite tune back then.

'The waves that swept up the longing sent us on a long journey...'