The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 214 Ch213 Counterattack

Chapter 214 Ch.213 Countermeasure

When the answer to a question is clear, the process will become boring.

Marvolo Heyman did not think it was arrogance.

This was just the pity of the knights in armor on horseback for the unarmed refugees.

He followed the parade with his eyes, but thought about the next or the next question.

"Prepare the carriage, Louis. Let us witness the wonderful moment."

Rose squeezed into this blind queue. It was a cold winter day, and followed the shouting "seven pennies" to a conspiracy that surfaced.

They passed through the streets and alleys to accommodate more parade participants or people with good intentions, and gathered in this only half-day of rest.

"…We will be recorded in history."

Rose followed the team and chatted with the woman next to her.

"Child, only blood will be recorded." The woman was very open-minded, "It's just a few shouts, it's not as worthy of the attention of the gentlemen as those women in Hua Street."

She was very optimistic and obviously thought that she would get the seven-pence reward soon.

But when? With whom?

There was only one answer to these two questions for her:

“Everyone says there is. If there is no money by then, we will not agree.”

The men and women around also echoed in unison.

They thought that someone might be able to deceive one, ten, or even forty or fifty of them. But no one could deceive thousands of them at the same time, in the same place, and at the same time.

‘We will not agree.’

The man swung the wooden pole vigorously.

Rose’s question hit the bull’s eye. Soon, in addition to the voice of ‘opposition’, many people joined the conversation with her as the center.

They speculated on the identity of the organizer of the march, and discussed who they would ask for the seven pence if no one gave them - they wasted at least an hour.

"The leader seems to be called Diamond."

A woman said, "Let's find her... Oh, how shameless."

A man said, "This is the first time I've heard of women doing this kind of work... By the way, maybe we'll put it in the newspaper? How am I dressed today?"

They laughed and joked, and gradually, no one questioned the purpose of the parade, and what they were about to encounter - the police from Scotland Yard did not react quickly, but still intercepted this huge artificial tsunami on the banks of the Thames.

They rode on horses, holding sticks or guns, and used horses to form a long rope to limit the crowd not far from Westminster Abbey - never allowing them to move forward to the palace of the Supreme Lady.

Once they reached that point, things were irreversible.

Only one thing was neglected.

The crowd had no purpose.

They were huge and disorderly, and the noise spread to the end of the street almost when their footsteps met - no one stopped them, so that these men and women never knew how to stop and properly reserve buffer space for themselves.

When the police suddenly stopped the "heads" in the front, the "bodies" began to collide and squeeze each other.

They pushed the one who stopped in front, and were immediately pushed by the people behind.

The person in front turned around, cursing "there is no way ahead", and tried to tell the troops behind him - but before he could pass on this message, he was quickly squeezed into a narrower can.

In the eyes of the police on horseback, this group of people quickly formed a quagmire where they trampled on each other, with only arms exposed.

Rose ducked to avoid shoulders and arms, and moved forward nimbly, quickly.

She didn't know what the end of this parade would be, and she couldn't convince Anne - "Just die, it's better to die than to hurt others", she couldn't say such words to Anne.

She just decided to completely end this non-blood relationship, hoping to see Anne one last time.

She hoped to see her put on a lady's long dress, get what she wanted, and never appear in the South District and the East District again.

When the black-robed thief struggled forward, the church had already been notified.

Countless teams of detectives from the Supervisory Bureau arrived at the scene, waiting for the final instructions.

This matter had nothing to do with the Tribunal, but Roland and Shandel quietly followed a team of detectives from the Supervisory Bureau around the riverside - because he heard the name of the leader from Shandel.

Diamond Annie.

"From today on, I don't need the nickname 'Diamond' anymore."

At the front of the crowd, the tall woman took off her rings one by one, looking up at the police on horseback and the detectives leaning against the carriage, as if waiting for something.

Waiting for the restlessness of the quagmire behind her, waiting for the signal from the Heyman family.

"...Annie."

Rose took a lot of effort to get from the end of the team to the front.

Annie's position.

"...Annie!" She called out, and several familiar faces in the gang looked back and greeted her with a smile.

"Lillian!"

"Hey, where have you been recently?"

"We are doing something big!"

They chattered around, not knowing at all that Rose had been beaten and imprisoned.

——Then she must not know about the baby.

Rose thought.

She forced a smile and responded with a few words, then looked at the woman who turned around sadly.

Anne was also looking at her.

‘Annie…’

Rose murmured and stepped forward.

She was wearing something particularly bright today, brighter than ever before.

A scarlet long dress.

“Am I beautiful today?” Anne weighed the diamond ring in her hand and asked with a smile, “Do I look like a real lady?”

Rose opened her mouth, but her voice was drowned in the noise.

She used her big hands to push aside Rose's hood, gently straighten her messy curly hair, and pinch her chin.

Look at her emerald green eyes with a hint of water.

"Lillian Rose Vansittart."

Anne sighed.

"You're going to grow up."

She pulled up her hood again and without any explanation pushed something into Rose's hand.

——Her sharp diamond rings.

Diamond Anne came from the ring and will disappear with the ring today.

"The world is big."

She took a deep look at Rose, lowered her lips, and turned towards the carriages on the other side of the street.

"Only when cubs see blood can they truly learn to survive."

A curtain opened.

The people inside the car were revealed - Marvolo Heyman and his son Louis Heyman.

The old man waved to her.

it's time to.

Anne suddenly raised her arms and shouted loudly:

“We want suffrage!”

So the crowd followed up and shouted, "We want the right to vote!"

"We want reform!"

People also followed suit: "We want reform!"

She yelled, “We want a vacation!”

This easy-to-understand statement deserves an even louder cry: “We want a holiday!”

Finally, she roared: "Let women and children leave the mine!"

So the crowd also shouted: "Let women and children leave the mine!"

When 'We want the right to vote' is shouted -

Marvolo Heyman is furious!

It shouldn't be like this...

It shouldn't be like this!

What they said before was: ‘oppose’ reform! !

It's objection! !

It shouldn't be like this...

This bitch! !

He cut off the cigar in his hand before he could light it, and glared at the woman standing at the front of the crowd!

"She-how dare she!!"

Marvolo Heyman pounded his legs and growled, "How dare she—!!"

His thoughts were like being struck by thunder. After a brief blank period, there was only anger gushing out.

It wasn't until a few breaths, until 'The Mine' ended and the crowd started to repeat it again, that Marvolo Heyman remembered something that made him shiver:

No matter what, the flute will blow on time.

So, the one caught in this mousetrap... is the Secret Party.

it's him.

Marvolo Heyman.

This group of people support the Gray Party proposal so much that they stage a march - so who is most likely to kill them in anger?

The traps he had set for his enemies that were difficult to prove now appeared openly at his feet.

"Stop her!!"

Marvolo Heyman suddenly turned his head, grabbed his son's front with both hands, and pulled again and again!

"Stop her! Stop him!"

He - the one who was placed in the crowd early to play the flute after the shouting.

"Stop him Louis!!"

"quick!!"