The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 360 Ch.359 Father and Daughter

"I see that he quickly became as obedient as a dog."

A fire was lit in the granite fireplace.

The girl sitting leg by side was sunk in the single sofa, holding a cup of hot coffee and a closed folding fan beside her hand.

The man on the sofa opposite is quite young, with his legs crossed on a soft blanket and a book of poetry in his hand - even indoors, in a warm and relaxing room covered with soft blankets and animal skins, he The round button on the neck is still fastened meticulously, with a light gray belt.

Like the girl opposite him, he also has an extremely powerful collision horn.

But in terms of appearance, the older man has softened a lot, his eyes are no longer sharp, and he doesn't look too mean.

"You must always be vigilant, Madeleine."

He is as lukewarm as a pot of bland spring water, making people suffocate.

"Not everyone is as stupid as Heyman's dead son and daughter."

He traced the blue ink with his fingertips and paused at the last line.

‘Infinity is in the palm of your hand. ’

‘Keep eternity in an hour. ’

Madeline raised her little finger, shook the coffee a few times, took a few sips slowly, and placed it on the round table next to her.

"Of course, Father."

The firelight flickered in her eyes: "But I still think that it is a straw bag."

she said.

"My sisters, I have learned so much wisdom from them. I have a lot of experience, and I can tell a lot about these types of people at a glance."

She made no secret of her disdain for someone in her words, and her mean words matched the expression on her face in a very humane way, revealing her contempt for the wild dogs in their petition period.

Obviously, the part of herself she showed did not represent all of her.

"He mentioned the box. I'll probably have a few more appointments before I can teach him to offer it willingly, eagerly sticking out his tongue, begging me to take it."

She has a shrill voice, but paired with that restrained lace nightgown, she looks so reasonable.

Thomas Tyree, however, had a different opinion.

He closed the book of poems and placed it on a similar round table next to him, and separated his gaze to look at his daughter - he gave birth to a shrewd, selfish, and unscrupulous girl.

Of course, shrewdness, unscrupulousness, and selfishness are not flaws in people like them.

But there is only one.

Madeleine Terry, her own daughter, is so arrogant.

Arrogant people are easily stabbed to death by nails in their shoes.

"Proud, but don't be arrogant, little Mary." The arbiter's voice was gentle and his fingers tapped the leather armrest of the sofa. "James Shelley's son is not a fool. If you want him to surrender, you have to spend a certain amount of effort..."

"He's not ignorant."

Madeline scoffed.

"He is almost going to sniff my vagina in public, father." The woman raised her head, and the cold chin shone in the firelight with the sharpness unique to flesh and blood: "He is impatient, and his blood is rising. You also know , the male will always be controlled by another self involuntarily.”

Any sane person should know that this is not the right thing for a daughter to say to her father.

But Thomas Tyree didn't react at all.

Or, no one can see his reaction.

"Be careful, Madeleine." The arbiter was referring to Madeleine's methods and measures in this important matter: "Do not be hurt, and do not anger James Shelley and his son - if you die, gold Libra will not seek justice for you, you know that this matter is..."

"certainly."

Madeleine licked her lips.

The woman in the firelight affected the calm atmosphere in the room, making the air hot.

“It’s time to change the dual arbitration system of Golden Scale.”

She smiled sweetly.

"My father should be the only arbiter, the only one on the throne of Libra."

These words seemed to light a barrel of gunpowder.

Thomas Terry changed his gentle demeanor, and his whole face twisted like a cowhide that had been passed through the hands of a cobbler. It wrinkled and twisted instantly. If you don't have a little courage, you may be frightened by this scene.

"Shut up Madeleine! I told you! You shall never—"

He was aggressive, but he couldn't scare his daughter.

Madeleine's smile was even more vulgar and charming.

"That's not what you think, my dear 'father'." She turned around and touched the folding fan, unfolded it with a splash, and shook her wrist lightly.

The wind blew through the nightgown.

The wind carries the smell.

The wind melted into the air and got into another nose.

Thomas Terry's eyes dimmed slightly, and his thin lips seemed to have been buried in the desert for several years and were in urgent need of a hearty shower.

"I've already made arrangements with Marvolo Heyman."

He tilted his head slightly and held the whiskey glass on the table, but did not drink: "...he will help us talk to Mr. Heffer, and the Chloe family also supports us - as long as we hand over the mystery box, plus With a little bit of hinting and linking... we can get overwhelming support from the Parliament of Truth.”

Thomas Terry stared into the brown liquid.

The aromatic substances in it were torn apart by the ice cubes and were hazy on the wine, floating like a layer of white mist.

He needed a strong backing, the backing of the most powerful sect in the country, to allow him to express his talents - until he was freed from the constraints and actually took the stage, the Holy Cross no longer mattered.

What he believed in was not a hypocritical sect or a hypocritical god.

The world should be balanced.

Too many people are selfish.

He enjoys the authority of arbitration, but is limited to the narrow land of the Just Church.

Holy Cross…

They should be the ‘Holy Cross’ of this country, bringing greatness to greatness.

"Nothing can go wrong with this, Madeleine."

He shook the amber in the cup and drank it in one gulp.

"The Mystery Box is not important, but Heyman, Chloe and Heffer are too important. Once we break our promise..."

Thomas Tyree is not the most powerful ritualist, and the Golden Scale does not rely entirely on this thing to select arbiters—otherwise, they should be called gladiators.

He would have to be as close to the Holy Cross as the other Arbiter was to the Maelstrom.

"Also, stay away from your 'sisters'."

Thomas warned.

He indulged Madeleine so much that the girl came into contact with many people she shouldn't have come into contact with - for example, an organization composed mostly of women.

Thomas Terry had no opinion on men and women, and there were many organizations in London's upper class that only invited ladies.

For example, "Women's Academics", an academic seminar composed of ladies.

But Madeleine's exposure was different.

Those people were despicable and dirty, and some of their tricks made even him, who was accustomed to conspiracies, feel disgusted: they were greedy and vicious, and these so-called "common honors" perfectly blended with the qualifications needed by "Libra"...

Thomas didn't want Madeleine to have too much contact with those people.

Not to mention, it's a cult.

"We have advanced ideas, father." Madeleine disagreed, waving her small fan: "It's like philosophy. Are those pens only allowed to write long talks in newspapers, and we are not allowed to discuss it in private?"

Thomas sneered: "I hope you can convince them like this when you are tortured by the executioners."

Snap.

The woman put away her folding fan, looked at it like a man possessed, and stood up enchantingly.

"You won't let them catch me, will you...Father?"

Power is like a disease.

So are some taboos.