The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 216 Ch.215 The road exploded by flesh and blood

Apparently Rose didn't like Xander Kratoff very much.

Especially when she discovered that just by walking up a two-inch step, this holy bitch actually had to lift her skirt over her calf (Roland happened to be behind her) - Rose knew that the two of them would not get along.

The carriage drove straight into the Inquisition, but Rose was not an executive and was not allowed to enter.

They walked around a half circle and came to the back of the rugged building, where there were temporary 'homes' for some executive officers - specifically for those who were unable to return home after performing their tasks, or who did not have a home at all, and who lived in the trial all year round. A group of houses prepared by the bailiff of the court.

Roland was allocated a small house a long time ago, but he almost never lived there.

Very few people live here.

"You can stay in my house first, Rose."

The stone house was cold and cold, and there wasn't enough light.

They need some firewood, a quilt and a pillow.

Rose glanced at Xander, who was bending down to find something, wiped the chair with his sleeves, and sat down.

The blood on her face had dried and turned into half a hard, dark red flesh shell.

"...It seems I really have no home."

She had shed her tears long ago, and now she couldn't cry even if she wanted to. She just put on an ugly smile for Roland.

"Anne is dead, Roland."

"Um."

"I don't have a home anymore."

"I could be your family."

“…Anne is a cultist.”

Crunch.

Xander paused his arm slightly, and after a few breaths, he continued to open the wooden cabinet and picked out a box of matches that were not so damp.

"The cultist." Rose said to herself: "This is the thief you are looking for - the thief who steals and buys babies. She is trading with a person to 'make' those infant children into bricks of flesh and blood. In exchange for extending her life.”

Now that Anne is dead, there is no need for Rose to hide the matter for her.

and…

She didn't want to let go of the person behind Annie.

There must be some hidden secret in this matter.

"I've seen that thing."

She looked at Roland.

"It is a red gem with sharp ends."

"Crimson Essence." Xander lit the oil lamp, brought it over and placed it on the wooden table. "It is the "Crimson Essence", a grand ritual that can only be used by cultists who believe in the Ninth Crown God. "

"Cradle of flesh and blood?" Roland asked.

"Obviously." Xander seemed a little concerned about the dust on the wooden chair and did not sit down: "This is a kind of 'waiting exchange' - using dozens of newborns to relieve the pain of a dying person for several months."

"Crimson Essence" cannot prolong a person's life indefinitely.

It's like laudanum in the doctor's hand.

Over time, patients will only have two outcomes:

Or drown in drugs.

Or the laudanum would lose its effect and the pain would still kill him.

"Crimson Essence" is just that.

"Of course, if the dosage is mastered and accompanied by other major rituals, the lifespan of terminally ill people can be extended by at least five to ten years -" Xander looked at Rose: "I have to say, it's ridiculous My friend deserves it.”

Rose had a cold face and retorted: "I hope you can calmly say what you said today after you have something that shouldn't grow in your head."

Xander smiled and clasped his hands together.

"I am a believer of the Father, and the brilliance of the benefactor will spread and grow in my soul. When I am alive, I am His light in the world; after I die, I will go to heaven and become His eyes in heaven."

Rose glanced at Roland: 'Why don't you do this? ’

Roland smiled: ‘I feel like this in my heart. ’

Unexpectedly, the baby theft case was solved on Rose.

Xander had to report to Fernandez quickly, and he might be able to uncover a lot of cultists who had been hiding for a long time. As for this parade, the three of them agreed that Annie and the Elephant Gang were used by the Gray Party.

Yes, Grays.

They were used by the Gray Party to take to the streets to promote slogans for those politicians and attack their political opponents.

And those who do it...

It is very likely that they are their opponents - the Secret Party.

"I will take revenge on Annie."

Xander wanted to laugh when he heard her say this.

When a gang leader dies, she dies. She can be blown to pieces in public, and she can shout out the proposals mentioned by several upper class people before she dies - this is better than dying in a dark alley.

She dared to make a deal with the cultists. If she survived, she would be burned in flames.

"Your friend was on a dead end from the start, Miss Vansittart."

Rose scowled.

Annie…

What on earth are you thinking?

"Sometimes I don't know what you are thinking, Mr. Anne."

Louis sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Without his father present, he felt much more at ease - for example, his fingers kept tapping the patent leather armrests in a cheerful rhythm.

"You know everything, Louis."

"When the Elephant Gang was chosen by you and became a battlefield, there was no need to struggle - blood and death were already destined."

Anne poured him half a glass of whiskey and clinked it with his own.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"It's going to 'start' tomorrow. I'm here today to inform you, and by the way, to see what 'wish' you have before you die." Louis held the glass and swayed the amber liquid: "I never understood ”

He said.

"Why do you trust me so much?"

he asks.

Diamond Annie is a cunning criminal and the leader of a gang.

Countless people died in her hands.

This fierce wolf would never trust a well-dressed upper-class guy so easily.

——Only an arrogant, old and confused "natural gem" like Marvolo Heyman, who has never rolled in the mud, would think that the lower class people are cast from the same mold:

Rough, cheap, and stupid.

But the wilder the beast, the more fierce and cunning it is.

Louis has been walking in the wilderness for a long time, and he naturally knows what the real jungle looks like.

The lower class people have their own set of survival rules.

"I don't trust you, Louis, I just trust the person behind you."

And the hatred in your eyes.

The giantess looked at the puzzled man and suddenly laughed out loud: "The one behind you is the most arrogant and shameless in the whole country! She disdains to deceive a waste, a criminal, a dying bullet."

Annie leaned towards him, and her broad shoulders and thick neck left a large shadow behind Louis.

For mortals...

She is indeed the most oppressive Louis has ever seen.

"You know? Someone like your master only uses 'true lies' - she cares more about the honor of family and blood, the rules of social and interpersonal communication, and the extremely strict moral self-restraint that she has developed since childhood than deceiving."

"If my wish is to be full."

"Your master will put all the bread in London in front of me afterwards."

Anne grinned: "Then..."

"I'm so bloated."

This still fulfilled the promise, but also got the desired result.

Those people...

That's true.

Louis took a sip of whiskey.

After the faint taste of coal mud, a clear nut fragrance appeared at the root of the tongue.

"You are a brave and cunning person."

Even if he doesn't like this criminal with blood on his hands and no moral bottom line, Louis still admires her courage to face life and death...especially when this courage is not born for her own survival.

"But I must remind you of one thing."

"Even if you get the real 'power', perhaps the person you choose can't go too far on that road."

Louis is pessimistic about the person she chose.

Sacrificing an entire gang, hundreds or even thousands of people will be stained with blood.

Just for a possibility, find a key to open the lock.

Louis does not judge whether this approach is right or wrong. He just reminds Anne that the person she chose may also be in the 'real lie'-also in this trap.

Anne does not understand 'qualification' and knows almost nothing about mystery.

A mortal.

"But I believe in her."

The giantess poured herself another glass of wine.

The bottle was empty.

This is the last glass.

'The princess endured the pain and waited for a...'

'Opportunity. '

'She and her loyal guards sneaked into the palace and regained her own country. '

'People support her to become the real king. '

Now, the princess has her own guards, guards who are not disgusted by their meanness and are willing to look at her with sincere eyes.

The following story is natural.

"I don't know what you call magic tricks, indeed, Mr. Louis Hyman, I don't understand."

Annie said.

"But I think you don't know what kind of talent a child who was favored and raised by me really has."

The child of a monster must be a monster.

"Hope" is the most precious thing in this era, more precious than gold and jewelry. Mr. Louis, I am a thief and a robber, how could I let go of such a treasure?"

Louis did not speak.

Raised the glass.

"Cheers to you. "

When the giant learned that a pocket watch had grown in her brain, and the time that was counting down was running out...

She decisively chose to face death, using her own flesh and blood and the gang to ruthlessly blast a path to the future for the people she favored.

-Only those who truly master power have the right to choose their own destiny.

The criminal who was covered in filth, who did not even spare babies, and had no moral bottom line, was indeed ready to do so.

She was sorry for the gang members who trusted her, for the babies who died under the millstones, for the sisters she sent into the pool of blood, and for her growing ambition to not only survive.

"Cheers to you."

Louis said.

"Cheers to the despicable and shameless, to the cruel and ruthless."