The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 419 Ch.418 Herd

Black Nose William.

Japanese melon essence.

When Roland met this person, he found that what Peggy said was absolutely correct.

His face was elongated, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. He had three moles on his nose, and two hairs on the moles were fluttering in the wind.

Short hair with curly beard on both sides.

The neckline uses a lace ribbon, a gemstone ring, and the watch chain is all gold.

It seems that you have made a lot of money over the years, Mr. William.

——Coal essence is very expensive, and craftsmen who can skillfully process coal essence and carve these ores into patterns are even more expensive.

There are three coal refinery stores in Inns, but obviously the Shelley's is the largest and has the best business.

This relied on craftsmen, large sums of money spent on decoration, and, the obvious question - what the Street family may have done to directly enhance the status of this store, so that most merchants are happy to stay in the store. Stock here.

"Businessmen are looking for profit, miss. I don't think a 'status' can make those flies spend a penny more."

"No," Peggy replied, "but businessmen who do this often don't get a second chance."

It depends on how you understand this.

Shelley's Coal Essence Store is located in a white square - it's hard to imagine such a clean and beautiful square in a coal mining area.

Unless those who are disheveled or have a little bit of black on their bodies are not allowed to enter.

When Roland and his party passed through, they paid a toll of three shillings.

Three shillings.

This money was enough for a stranger to hire a carriage to travel through most of London.

Dozens of times the price.

Sky-high price.

"It's normal, because Street needs to keep dirty people away from his happy place." The girl on the carriage said sarcastically: "But guess what, no one has any objections - this is obviously something that everyone can come to. The place has become a path that only a few people can take.”

The dirt road into the city, the decaying low houses and the rickety living corpses - they were no longer visible after passing the gate.

This place is like a paradise made of ivory. There is no longer the sour smell of sweat and the almost visible black particles floating in the air - here there are only perfumes, aromatherapy, fine soaps and candy shops and women's clothing shops everywhere.

Some tie shops and cigar pipe shops specially built for gentlemen are on the other side of the street, and there are also many poker rooms for leisure.

People with flat floor tiles believe that only the softest leather shoes are worthy of stepping on their faces.

How wonderful.

It's not much worse than London.

"Shelley Coal" is located at the end of this "Ivory" area. When the carriage drove nearby, several people saw the finely decorated shop floor, glass windows and the sign in front of the house.

It reads:

"William Coal Spirit"

"No wonder."

Kingsley's voice was cold: "It seems that some people are dissatisfied with only taking their own share."

A detective born in Jinshan must know what this kind of behavior is.

"So, I hope you can be careful, especially this lady." Paige stopped teasing, her eyes filled with worry, and looked at Rose: "I don't know how important this store is to you, and whether the mission is essential. This time it’s done…”

"There is no need to give up your life to some master for an explanation..."

Rose said nothing and took out a letter from her arms.

The carriage stopped at the door.

Four people came down.

The coal essence store uses more glass, so it looks much larger than the original area. There was a lady choosing jewelry inside, three salesmen, and the ‘black-nosed William’——

"That's him."

Rose walked straight away.

Kingsley disapproved of her approach: "It would make things more troublesome."

Indeed.

When Rose said a few words and opened the letter, the white paper inside made the situation extremely awkward.

"This old guy deserves to fall to death..."

Gritting her teeth, the girl could only straighten her waist, say her surname was Shelley, and ask William to hand over the account book, and she would take over the shop——

No one in their right mind would believe her.

"I'm happy to do it, miss. But you must at least have a legitimate reason, a piece of evidence that the police can believe - at least something that can identify you, right? Excuse me, where is the deed?"

William fiddled with the jewelry on the counter, put it away again, and bowed respectfully to the lady on one side.

"Leave, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know who found you, but I advise you - don't cause trouble. If you have heard of the surname 'Shelley'."

"Oh, I thought you forgot that this is the Shelley's shop," Rosepi smiled. "I can write letters, sir. By then, it won't be me who comes."

The Japanese-faced man is not afraid.

There were no daughters in the Shelley family.

He stroked his curly and delicate beard, put one hand on his crotch, and held his head high: "It doesn't matter whoever comes, I have a clear conscience."

Rose wanted to punch him twice on the spot, but Paige stopped her and dragged her away from the place where she had begun to attract attention.

They changed their route and found another carriage.

The place was so flat and clean that the angry snitch failed to find a stone to kick.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

"She seems to be starting to think of Shelley as her own home."

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not yet.

"I'll see soon."

At this time, Kingsley, who had never spoken before, spoke.

"The price of jewelry at the counter is not cheap."

he said.

"If you really want to calculate the passenger flow, you will know how much money this old man has been greedy for."

It's true, but it doesn't solve any problems.

"I heard that there is some cooperation between the Street family and old William...the town police will not care about this kind of thing." Peggy was worried, "You should leave as soon as possible to avoid big trouble..."

The four of them each had their own considerations and were speechless all the way.

After returning to the tavern and having dinner, none of the three people who came from afar participated in tonight's drinking spree.

It gets dark quickly.

The carnival ended quickly.

When the "BBQ Hand" became quiet again, some discordant sounds quietly spread.

A few rickety shadows lined the outer wall.

There were two people carrying ladders with cloth-covered ladder tips hooked in front of a window on one side of the second-floor corridor.

Click.

Then there was the creak of the climbing ladder.

It was a night of snoring, so no one noticed.

The shadows went to the door of different rooms, picked it up a few times with wires and thin hooks, and twisted it left and right.

Headlock jumped.

Ten minutes later, rapid footsteps sounded from the first floor.

She knocked on the door roughly, woke up the sleeping old Moore, held an oil lamp, and grabbed a musket.

"quick!"

Paige said anxiously.

"My people said that the old Japanese melon sent people to harm them!"

The two people ran to the second floor.

"Those people can't have any trouble in our tavern!"

From far to near.

Bang——

The door was ajar, so Peggy could kick it open.

Rose's room was empty.

So is the handsome young man.

Paige's heart sank deeper and deeper.

If that 'Shelley' girl really died in the pub, their...

However, when Old Moore and Peggy pushed open Kingsley's door with heavy hearts, what they saw was this scene:

Three gangsters tied up like rabbits were blocked in the corner with their own socks gagged.

The cold-faced Mr. Rock leaned against the wall, with a silver long-barreled gun in his right hand tapping his leg again and again;

The curly-haired girl sat upside down on a high-backed chair, her arms hanging on the back of the chair, looking at the intruder with a smile;

The blind man sat quietly on the low stool, holding a cup of coffee in both hands.

"Good night, Miss Paige, Mr. Moore."

He smiled brightly:

"It came in time."

Paige was stunned.

He, how did he know it was me and old Moore——

"A girl who can drag the ritualist is definitely very strong."

Roland said.

"It would make sense if she was a ritualist herself, right?"

"Miss "Herd". "