The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 218 Ch.217 The established path

The secret path.

"This is a road mostly traveled by businessmen...after all, they are the only ones with the most greed."

A long time ago, the ritualists didn’t even call it the ‘busy daughter’——

Rather, he is the ‘god of trade and wealth’.

But later, these cunning believers gradually discovered that by ‘beautifying’ the gods into ‘women’, the sect would gain more fans.

So they began to make up stories and spread the ‘appearance’ of this god everywhere:

For example, He often wears clear and soft golden tulle, has pale and slender arms, and likes to wear several jingling gold bracelets;

His long golden hair floats, and his voice is as endearing as a child's. When angry, He turns into a mature woman in her prime, punishing those who break the rules with her feet without wearing cloth shoes or leather boots (this article appears after the crime) surge);

He slept in a palace made of gold, and a river of precious stones flowed through His ankles, rubbing His gentle sleep.

——He rewards every greedy person, and will kiss those who have ‘never-ending’ greed before the end of the age.

Um…

Let's be honest.

Even cultists despise private alliances or the practices of these ritualists.

Because in the eyes of other believers, these people believe in gods and use the powers and rituals given by gods...

But in turn, they insulted and blasphemed their God with words.

This is no longer a matter of morality and conscience.

This group is absolutely disgusting.

"I can understand it to some extent. For those businessmen, since the gods have fallen asleep...'make the best use of everything', is that what you say?"

Louis was sitting in a high-backed chair, playing with the dagger on the wooden table.

This is Elephant Gang territory.

A room that only belongs to Anne and Maureen.

Second floor.

It is now the third day of the ‘parade case’.

There is no sunshine today.

The gloomy room was full of tables, chairs, and drawers that had been turned over, and ink was spilled on stationery scattered all over the floor.

The walls were full of black marks burned by the fire.

This place has been 'cleaned' by the executive officers of the Inquisition, and no one is currently allowed to enter.

But not including Louis and the girl he invited.

"You have no right to sit in Anne's chair."

Rose leaned against the wall with her hands behind her back, her eyes burning: "What are you going to tell me? That Anne's death was valuable and that she made an indelible contribution to workers, citizens, and the country?"

"You know what, sir."

"I don't care about citizens, workers, or the country."

"Now I just want to use a dagger to cut off the **** of these bastards and feed them to the dogs."

The curly-haired girl spoke dirty words lightly.

Louis laughed.

"You are indeed extraordinary, Miss Vansittart. No wonder Mr. Anne chose you. Do you want to tell me a story?"

Rose whispered: "I promise not to miss a word."

Of course Louis would tell Rose about what Anne had done and what she had done - but there was no need for him to tell the girl which side he belonged to and whose side he was on.

In addition, an interesting thought suddenly appeared in his mind just now:

If Mr. Anne really knows the girl in front of him well enough, and she does have outstanding talents...

So.

Why not create one more enemy for the Heyman family?

Father, do you like what I do?

"My name is Louise, Louise Hyman, Miss Vansittart."

"You should know where I come from, or rather - which company Mr. Anne's 'big client' has been, right?"

Rose's expression was indifferent and she listened quietly.

"She gave her life to my family and used the entire elephant gang to make a deal with us. Buying bullets costs money - you should understand this, right?"

Rose's fingers behind her back gradually became harder.

The blade cut into the palm of my hand.

"I understand, Mr. Hyman, you may continue."

Louis squeezed the dagger in his hand and flicked the blade with his fingers.

In Rose's dilated pupils, the hard and sharp parts collapsed and shattered like falling glass.

Snapped.

Irregular iron pieces fell on the table.

All that was left in the man's hand was the wooden handle.

"This is the power she has been looking for, Miss Vansittart. Now, the deal is over. The Hyman family never breaks their promises - especially to people like you." Louise took out one from his pocket with a sarcastic look in his eyes. gold.

The golden one is about the size of a pound coin, but there is no pattern carving on either side.

It was placed on the table and pushed toward Rose with her fingers.

"This is a "standard thing." "

Louis said.

"Put it under your pillow. If you are talented enough, then, just a few months, or a year or two..."

Under the pillow.

standard thing.

Rose's eyes twinkled.

Bad Cat said it.

Something placed under the pillow that allows people to learn tricks...

"So many lives, only in exchange for one coin." Rose sneered.

"Because these people deserve to die, Miss Vansittart. I'm talking about you, too." Louis threw away the wooden handle and tapped the table with his index finger: "Diamond Anne - do you know what this name means?"

"How many people died at her hands?"

"Evil people, good people, neither evil nor kind - I don't have anything against gangs, but let's use the law as a rope: Do you think this person should die?"

"She personally killed hundreds of babies... at least."

Rose's face was clouded, and her expression turned ferocious for a moment: "Then Mr. Hyman, please tell me, where did those babies go in the end?"

Louis Hyman shrugged: "Of course we went to the Hyman house... Oh, I have to remind you, the Hyman family never did anything to a newborn baby - that was too cruel! Who would really kill a newborn baby? A new baby?"

"They didn't even have time to open their eyes and take a closer look at this boring and painful world."

"You see, we just made a deal: a deal with a freak of physical shape and low morals."

He asked Rose curiously: "Did we kill the baby?"

Rose just stared at Louis.

I want to burn his face into my memory forever.

"Besides, don't forget that this giantess doesn't kill babies just for business - if she didn't want to survive, how could she be so crazy?"

"The Inquisition will not let the cultists go," Rose said lightly.

Louis also replied lightly: "Obviously, they have let it go..."

Shit.

Came to the door the next day.

If Marvolo Heyman hadn't reacted quickly enough, asked Mr. Paul Heffer to come forward, handed over the cultist's contact information and possible hiding place, and vowed to pay a price 'satisfying everyone' ——

Even if there was a monarch on top, he would never come to see this girl intact today.

He dared to swear with his own head that even if it was a show, the woman would break a few of his ribs in the name of 'this is the real thing'.

With Victoria and the support of 'orthodoxy', the Inquisition began to go crazy again under her leadership.

This gradually reminded Louis of the scene when a certain person was still alive ten years ago.

A bunch of desperate, difficult fanatics.