novelhk Chapter 227 Horrifying Fetish
Chapter 227 Horrifying Fetish
Chapter 227 Horrifying Fetish
Kendrick woke up in the morning.
He yawned, still feeling tired.
But the floor was too hard, and he could no longer lie down.
"Hmm~"
Perhaps Kendrick's noise was too loud and disturbed Margaret, who let out a groan.
Margaret opened her eyes, then used her hands to support herself on the bed and sat up.
Kendrick quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I woke you up."
Margaret smiled and shook her head: "Why did you wake up so early?"
"My back is a little sore, so I thought I'd get up and walk around to relax it," Kendrick said, scratching his head.
"You should be sleeping in bed," Margaret said.
"Of course not! You said that the Holy City is full of people and factions, and there are people watching everywhere. We are playing the role of a married couple. If I sleep in another room, it will definitely arouse suspicion."
"But there's also a bed in this room," Margaret said urgently.
Upon hearing this, Kendrick immediately stood up and bowed to Margaret, saying:
"Sister Margaret, please rest assured, although I am not exactly a gentleman, I swear that even if we were in the same room, I would never do anything inappropriate!"
After saying that, Kendrick raised his head slightly.
However, he saw Margaret let out a deep sigh.
Margaret was still worried, after all, Kendrick didn't look like a good person.
However, at this moment, Kendrick didn't know what to say.
Finally, Margaret spoke up: "Where are you planning to go so early?"
"I want to go to the parrot park," Kendrick said.
Margaret nodded: "Then, I'll go with you."
Look, Margaret seems to be getting dressed and getting up.
This is a good opportunity, and it might put Margaret at ease a little:
"Sister Margaret, don't worry, I will turn around, close my eyes, and cover my ears."
.
After saying that, Kendrick turned around.
After a while, he opened his eyes and ears only when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Margaret opened her mouth several times, but said nothing.
Kendrick couldn't help but wonder if she had some unspeakable secret.
It seems she won't feel at ease as long as Kendrick is in the room; it looks like she'll have to leave the room next time.
After having a simple breakfast at the hotel, the two set off for the parrot park.
Margaret took his hand again.
Kendrick, however, felt sorry for her.
Kendrick thought that he hoped Sister Margaret would complete her mission soon, so that she wouldn't have to force herself to endure his presence.
Kendrick looked at her and saw the cross necklace he had lent her to buy, which she wore over all her clothes.
That evening, when Margaret received the necklace, she smiled radiantly.
It seems she really likes this necklace, or perhaps she really longed to own a piece of jewelry when she was a child.
Margaret seemed to notice Kendrick's gaze and asked:
"Is it pretty?"
Kendrick has always been very confident in his emotional intelligence:
"nice."
"That's good," Margaret smiled.
Women are strange creatures; their emotions can completely change just because of an inexpensive necklace.
However, in Kendrick's eyes, Margaret was more like a woman who was completely unguarded.
Look, she's full of flaws now.
In Kendrick's mind, there were a hundred different ways he could kill Margaret.
And either way, they must be absolutely wonderful.
If Kendrick hadn't been constantly restraining himself, he would have immediately dragged Margaret to a deserted alley and tried every possible method while she was still alive.
Kendrick was engrossed in watching when a woman walked past him in the direction Margaret was.
His gaze quickly followed the woman.
She was a woman as beautiful as an angel, probably in her teens. Kendrick had never seen such a beautiful woman before.
But Kendrick couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" Margaret asked.
Kendrick then came to his senses, and Margaret also looked in that direction.
When she saw the girl, the joy on her face vanished instantly, replaced by utter disgust.
"Is that woman really that attractive to you?"
Was Sister Margaret angry?
Kendrick didn't know, but he felt a chill run down his spine from Margaret's words.
But he still answered, forcing himself to be brave: "Yes, you see, she doesn't have a single flaw."
Margaret paused, startled: "A flaw?"
“That’s right,” Kendrick said. “If I were to attack that woman now, I would definitely fail, and I would even be in danger myself.”
Margaret's expression softened considerably: "That woman, is she that capable?"
"The one who's really impressive isn't her, but the man behind her."
As he spoke, Kendrick stared at the man.
He had a single-handed sword hanging from his waist and wore a set of shiny plate armor.
However, since he wasn't wearing a helmet, Kendrick was able to see his face clearly.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a handsome appearance, with a refined and elegant demeanor.
but:
"His armor doesn't have the paladin's cross emblem, so he's probably not a paladin. I guess he's probably that woman's bodyguard."
"Is he very strong?"
"Very strong," Kendrick nodded without hesitation. "He can ensure that he and the person he is protecting do not reveal any weaknesses, which shows that he is exceptionally strong. If I were to fight him, I would have no chance of winning."
Margaret seemed to have recovered her composure, and she nodded with a slightly surprised expression:
"But what are they going to see so early? That ahead looks like the Holy City's library."
"I don't know," Kendrick shook his head, "but we'd better not mess with those two."
Margaret nodded, and the two continued on their way.
After walking for a while, they finally arrived at the parrot park.
Kendrick had long ago learned that this was the place in the Holy City that specialized in selling exotic parrots.
The parrot park is directly under the jurisdiction of the Vatican and appears to be one of the Vatican's core assets.
Kendrick went inside and realized why this was the only place in the world where black and white parrots could be artificially bred.
This unique house alone is a testament to both technical expertise and financial resources.
Inside the walled compound, there is a house made entirely of glass.
Only countless semi-circular steel bars arranged in a grid form the frame that supports the glass.
Beneath the glass walls and dome, a forest is cultivated, with pink tree trunks.
Kendrick had learned about this tree at the Herald Academy; it was called the Friendship Tree.
This tree is of little value to humans, but it seems that black and white parrots must consume the resin secreted by the Friendship Tree to grow to adulthood.
Therefore, Kendrick speculated that cultivating this tree was one of the techniques mastered by this parrot farm.
It's a large place, and you can sometimes see half-black, half-white parrots soaring under the glass dome.
But as soon as they entered, they were discovered by the people here.
A man with severe atrophy of both temples stepped forward:
"Gentlemen, may the Lord bless you. What brings you here?"
Kendrick said, "I want to buy a black and white parrot."
The man stared at Kendrick for a moment, then said:
"Sir, black and white parrots are exotic birds, and they're not cheap."
"I know," Kendrick nodded, "How much?"
"A young and strong black and white parrot would cost at least ten gold coins."
Ten gold coins—this was an unimaginable number for Kendrick.
However, he decisively took out twenty gold coins:
"Give me two."
Upon seeing this, the man stared wide-eyed at the gold coin in Kendrick's hand, speechless for a long time.
Even Margaret's eyes were filled with surprise as she looked at the gold coins and then at Kendrick's face.
After the man came to his senses, he immediately and respectfully accepted the money and went to get busy.
After a short while, he came over carrying two parrot cages.
Each cage contained a black and white parrot.
Margaret offered to bring a cage.
As the man rubbed his hands and bowed, the two of them walked out of the parrot enclosure.
Margaret seemed to have been holding back for a long time; as soon as they reached the street, she couldn't wait to ask:
"How do you have so much money?"
"This money isn't mine; it's money given to me by one of my mentors. He entrusted me to buy him two black and white parrots."
"But this money has been in your hands all along! I know that you've been worried about travel expenses for a while, but why didn't you use this money first and then make up for it later?"
Kendrick shook his head: "I cannot misappropriate this money without their consent."
A look of surprise crossed Margaret's face, but she quickly smiled.
"You are indeed very upright! You are not greedy and are not swayed by money, Kendrick. You know, such qualities are rare and precious."
Upon hearing this, Kendrick thought it was no big deal.
But for some reason, Margaret kept staring at his face.
This caused him to dart around and feel uncomfortable all over.
Afterwards, they returned to the hotel.
After lunch, they went back to their room together.
Kendrick said to Margaret:
"Sister Margaret, the appointment is this afternoon."
"Hmm—but please don't push yourself. Your own safety is the priority—no, the mission is the priority—no, I don't know—"
She must be nervous, Kendrick guessed, after all, she was a very responsible woman.
It was through Simpson's planning and the use of many connections that Kendrick was able to secure this opportunity to meet Felix St. Winster.
Simpson seems to want Kendrick to get close to and stay by the Patriarch's side in order to get a voice from within the Vatican and even influence decision-making.
He probably thought that Kendrick knew nothing about sectarianism.
Simpson underestimated Kendrick. After all, Kendrick had studied at the Herald Academy and had some basic understanding of the cult.
However, it's hard to say that he has a thorough understanding of the various religious sects.
However, that was not Kendrick's purpose.
He simply wanted to use Simpson to easily get close to Felix and then carry out the assassination.
He had been looking forward to this day for many days.
These days must be really tough on Kendrick.
He would wake up once every night in the middle of the night.
Then he lay down beside Margaret's bed and looked at her defenseless sleeping posture.
Kendrick saw Margaret's flesh bursting open and blood gushing out, which made him breathless. Several times he almost couldn't resist and attacked Margaret according to the image in his mind.
However, he eventually held back.
In order to kill with a clear conscience, and to free himself from the torment of this damned addiction, he had to endure it.
But human patience has its limits.
Kendrick needs to vent.
He walked to the corner of the room, picked up a wooden box, and carried it on his back.
Margaret was puzzled: "Isn't this the wooden box you use to write for others? Why did you bring it along?"
"I think I'll need it," Kendrick said with a cheerful smile.
He left Margaret at the hotel, then strode intently toward the Papacy.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Kendrick had arrived outside the Vatican; he couldn't even remember what he had seen along the way.
Kendrick explained his purpose, and after the guards verified his identity, they led him to the prayer hall.
Ahead, a man dressed in a white, holy robe stood beneath the towering statue of God:
"I am the Patriarch you have been waiting for, Felix St. Winster."
The face beneath the gold-rimmed lace three-pointed top hat looked to be under fifty.
In other words, he's not much older than Kendrick.
Kendrick, who's the same age as me, is already excited; maybe he can understand me!
Kendrick restrained himself as much as possible: "Your Excellency, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kendrick Bates."
"My high deacon has already told me, so, Mr. Bates, when did you come to see me?"
"Your Excellency, I request privacy."
Felix hesitated for a few seconds, but then nodded:
"Come with me."
Then, Felix led Kendrick to a room behind a side door.
Felix asked, "So, can you tell me now?"
"certainly--"
With that, Kendrick placed the box on the ground and opened the lid.
"My lord, please look, these are all my treasures."
Felix stepped forward, his face filled with horror:
"What are these?!"
"Look, this is a bloodletting knife. I got it from a doctor who often used this knife to treat people. I also learned from him how to bleed people so that they would gradually become weak without dying too quickly."
"This awl is called a brain perforator. It is often used to treat insanity. But I have discovered that if it is used properly, it can control the target's emotions. Haha, the human brain is such an interesting thing."
"And this knife, I got it from a chef who was famous for slicing ham, and I also learned some real skills from him."
"And this—"
"—Wait a minute," Felix suddenly interrupted Kendrick, who was enthusiastically introducing the items, "Sir, what exactly do you want to do? Why are you showing me these evil and dangerous things?"
"Oh, be patient, sir. There are only about a dozen left before I finish introducing them. After that, you can choose."
"select?"
"Yes, you can choose the tools yourself. Of course, if you want to try out multiple tools at once, I will accommodate you."
Felix took a step back: "You—you want to assassinate me?!"
"I'd rather call it a union," Kendrick said. "A fusion of our souls. You're a great patriarch."
I believe we can definitely cultivate together to reach that level.
Felix turned around, intending to run away.
But Kendrick swiftly pushed Felix to the ground, and Felix's hat rolled off in front of him.
"Don't struggle, and don't make a sound without my permission," Kendrick said softly. "I want to know how you feel, so I don't want to pull out your tongue or gag you."
Felix asked, "Why did you do that?"
"Because I like it."
"You like it?" Felix sneered. "But I know that it causes you pain."
Kendrick was taken aback: "How did you know?!"
"Of course I know!" Felix said. "I worked my way up from priest to where I am now. I've seen countless people. It's not difficult for me to read the cry of the soul in someone's eyes."
Kendrick was speechless. He realized that this high-ranking official in the Vatican might possess extraordinary talent.
Felix continued, "I can help you get rid of the pain."
Kendrick shuddered. "You mean—you can help me?"
“That’s right,” Felix said. “You can try. I don’t have any special powers; I can’t escape your grasp.”
This means you suffer no loss whatsoever.
Indeed, in Kendrick's view, Felix was full of flaws.
"What do you want to do?"
"First, you have to get off my back."
Upon hearing this, Kendrick released the bishop beneath him.
Felix picked up the hat beside him, stood up, and put the trident on his head.
He patted his clothes again before saying:
"Then, Mr. Bates, kneel before me."
Kendrick was taken aback: "What?"
"Kneel down!"
Kendrick hesitated for a moment, then knelt down. A voice came from beside him:
"I am not only a patriarch of the Holy See, but also the leader of the Dewdrop Church. I know your sins, and so does the Lord."
Kendrick felt a hand gently placed on the top of his head.