The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 428 Ch.427 A rabid dog looking for excitement

It was indeed illegal to overthrow Henry Street.

But who makes the law?

In this regard, Kingsley changed his previous attitude of 'never participating' and patiently discussed with Rose:

About the legitimacy of the Streeters.

If a miner does this, he will either be hanged, or his whole family will be hanged (if he has a family).

But look, who did this?

Paige Street.

A bloodline of the Street family, Henry's sister, a true 'Street' person.

She has enough legitimacy.

"Let me preface this by saying: small talk, miss, it's just small talk. If our country can have a queen, why can't the Streeters, who are more difficult to govern than the entire country?"

On the way back, Kingsley leaned back on his chair and said quietly:

"Not to mention, there are so many more people supporting Peggy Street than our Supreme Being."

Almost all the miners showed varying degrees of trust and kindness to this girl.

"The mayor and the sheriff, to a certain extent, do not rely on the regional government or even the country - this is the case on the surface, but secretly, everyone knows who allows them to eat meat and drink wine?"

Rose's eyes dimmed: "Street."

"That's right, miss. It's Streeter. They live on this land, get married, have children. And then the children grow up, get married again, have children of children—"

Kingsley spread his hands and repeated this sentence:

"They are high-ranking people with different statuses, but they were inseparable from the integration of this town a long time ago - among the citizens of the town there are their friends, sisters and brothers who have relatives."

The detective's open hands were crossed and clasped tightly.

"There's no getting away from it. To these 'big guys,' there's really, that big difference between Henry Street and...Peggy Street?"

"As long as this thing doesn't 'seem' to be Miss Paige's doing, then..."

It's self-evident what Kingsley is implying.

He paused and continued:

"Now, there is only one most important question left. But I think it is not a question at all for our Miss Peggy Street."

The problem is: women have no inheritance rights.

Even if the parents die, the daughter will not get any inheritance - she has to find an extra male to inherit, even a distant relative.

Their property and land will go to the son of a certain brother or sister, but the daughter can only receive a "mercy" and a small amount of gold pounds, and leave the home where she has lived for many years——

This happens all the time.

But as Kingsley said.

Streeter didn't have that problem.

Because Street was a baronet.

——This has to be mentioned, in terms of inheritance rights, there are two exceptions for nobles.

Kingsley told Rose that if he had not distracted in class ten years ago and had no memory problems:

The earliest title of Street was conferred by a king's writ, without any fief or military obligations attached to it. This special inheritance law should have been noted in the written document at the time of canonization. In order to allow the title to continue, the heir must be determined. It is defined as 'regardless of male or female, as long as they are the descendants of the holder of the title. ’

Therefore, whether it is "absolute eldest heir inheritance" or "male priority in eldest heir inheritance".

No matter what category, Paige Street gets her 'Suo jure'.

Latin phrase, namely:

The title is in her own name, not the title man she is married to.

——Of course, the premise is that she is the only bloodline left in the Street family.

This is already stated.

Kingsley used words as cold as a blade to deconstruct this relationship clearly and accurately, tearing apart the complex threads one by one, placing them on the table, and telling the people in the car:

It's not a problem here, and it's not a problem on the other side.

Roland seemed a little unusual.

He remained silent the entire way.

Rose didn't notice and just chased Kingsley and asked, "I remember you said 'never participate', right?"

The detective's expression did not change at all, and the ridicule in his words only made him move his eyebrows:

"I am willing to provide some small help in terms of knowledge," he looked at the silent girl aside: "If Peggy Street can really become a ruler who is kind but not strong, rational but not cold."

"I am willing to pay a small 'fee'... in return for her leading me to the truth (factory)."

"My pursuit of the truth is far higher than my pity for these miners."

"This case, as far as I'm concerned, is over."

Rose grimaced:

"The truth still needs to be 'pursued'? Don't you have eyes today?"

"What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily true, Miss Shelley." Kingsley shook his head slowly, restrained his words, and was picky like his character, choosing a few that were not so sharp (so that this kind, impulsive woman Making a scene in the car).

"At least we haven't visited Mr. Henry Street yet. If this happens, you must at least meet him."

Rose fell silent.

indeed.

They had to meet the 'ruler'.

Although the truth is out there, no one can deny it.

"He killed your parents, your brothers and sisters. How long did it take for him to reach you?" Rose glanced at the silent girl, angry at her timidity, and confused as to why she enjoyed such huge power but didn't know how to use it:

"If I were you, I would have come to the door with a shotgun and stuck the muzzle into his—"

"Miss Shelley." Kingsley interrupted the increasingly rebellious words: "You should not encourage a lady to kill her last relative, and then use the people's trust in her to start a rebellion."

Rose raised her eyebrows: "Although, he is the cause of this 'last relative'?"

"Nevertheless." Kingsley nodded slightly: "Nevertheless, Miss Shelley."

Paige clenched her fists and lowered her head in silence.

Then silence began to spread.

The carriage drove all the way back to "Barbeque Hand".

Old Moore was looking at the door, with anxiety written all over his face - when Peggy got off the carriage, he was the first to come to the door, staring at the girl who was kind to her with complicated eyes.

He moved his lips but didn't utter a single word.

Until they entered the door, until Rose, Kingsley and Roland went upstairs.

Peggy grabbed the rag on the table and slid it on the bar while softly reassuring the man: "...She's fine."

Three words.

Old Moore tensed up instantly.

"...I know what you're thinking."

The man said nothing, turned around, and began to check the bottles and cans on the wine rack.

"If you promise me not to do anything stupid like deliberately getting sick and going there to stay with her... I... I will take you to see him - more often. Okay? Moore."

Click.

Half a bottle of red wine fell to the ground.

Just like his daughter's fate.

"It's the Streeters' fault."

Peggy grabbed Old Moore's hand, her eyes filled with sadness.

The man avoided.

He was like a wounded beast, trembling to express his hysteria.

…………

…

Second floor.

Roland welcomed a guest in the room who rarely walked through the front door.

Today I officially knocked on the door.

"If you're bored, you can go to those miners' houses and steal something - let these poor, disease-ridden people experience the surprise of having nothing again."

"Your mouth is like a poisonous snake... Oh, I didn't say anything about you, Little Candle."

The white snake hissed and spit out the letter, glanced at her, climbed up Roland's arm, and hung it around his neck.

Like a thin rope.

‘Father, she’s been really annoying lately. ’

"What did it say?" Rose was confused.

Roland lowered his head and teased the little snake, casually saying, "She said you are getting more and more beautiful."

"That's what it says."

Rose glared at the snake and sat on Roland's bed.

I always felt that this smelly snake didn't have anything nice to say.

"What happened to you today?"

"I?"

"I feel something's wrong with you."

Roland shook his head and asked her: "Tomorrow we are going to see Henry Street - if the white soil is really spread because of him... Rose, I will help Randolph kill him and then leave Inns Town. Do you agree? ?”

Since the word 'do you agree' is used, it means that Roland is aware of Rose's state.

Obviously, this person may want to deal with this troublesome matter in a 'big scene' way, more orthodox, more blameless, and more...exciting.

Mainly stimulation.

"What? Of course not!"

Sure enough, after hearing this, Rose immediately sat up straight: "Roland! We want the miners to self-elect, and we want to make Henry Street feel ashamed! We want the people to choose their leader!"

"Paige Street!"

"Don't you think she's kind?"

"She is kind and determined. She comes from an orthodox background, and her experience allows her to experience the suffering of the miners better than those big shots - is there any more perfect leader than this?"

It's all bullshit.

Roland suddenly opened his golden eyes and looked at her quietly.

A long stare.

Rose looked a little scared.

"...Roland?" She shrank her neck, pulled off his cuffs, and said softly, "Do you think Kingsley and I's ideas... are wrong?"

"No. Rose. What I want to ask is..."

Roland narrowed his eyes.

"Are you more concerned about the results or the process?"

result?

process?

Rose was stunned.

"I don't understand what you mean, Roland?"

"I mean, do you care more about 'Peggy Street liberated the miners and brought a good life to the miners in the town' or, 'Just participate in this exciting feast' - the result, the process, you Who do you care about more?"

Rose pursed her lips.

to be honest.

After coming out of the 'factory', the surprise and sadness gradually dissipated along with the bumps.

If faced with a god who couldn't lie, she could only tell him: Lillian Rose Vansitat didn't care about those damn miners.

The man and his son suffered, missing legs and arms.

Women and daughters suffered, being used over and over again by someone all day long.

So what?

That's their life.

The environment in which she grew up left her with only surprise and disgust.

pity…

Not much.

Because in this garden full of sad flowers, the cold sunlight shines on a crowd of colorful blood roses.

It's hard to tell who blooms more beautifully and whose tears are sweeter.

There is a sad and touching story in every bud.

But when a thousand or ten thousand buds sway in the wind all day, it is hard to feel sad for them.

‘What is the story in your bud? ’ The flower next to it asked, ‘What tragic story is it? ’

Rose would not tell it in detail, but only answered: It is life.

So…

She didn’t care about the damn miner, nor did she care much about the so-called Peggy Streeter…

She pretended, lied, and deceived people, just for an interesting thing -

an extremely chaotic carnival.

She hoped that she could become a person in Peggy’s "divination", and then manipulate it with her own hands and witness this carnival with her own eyes - wouldn’t that be so interesting?

Many people have never seen such a scene in their lives, right?

How much land can they flatten?

How shocking would it be to see these people roaring together?

“I care about the process.”

The girl gritted her teeth.

Although she told the truth, she pursed her lips pitifully and opened her eyes wider than a cat that started shaking its butt to catch birds - maybe this would be more touching?

"This is me, Roland. You know I'm not a kind person...right?"

The voice was weak.

She didn't want Roland to think that she was a 'vicious woman without sympathy' - wouldn't that make her look like the gray-haired saint bitch?

She thought that Roland's 'depression' was because of those poor miners, and her 'ruthless and vicious' behavior, which only cared about her own enjoyment, was obviously contrary to being a lady.

-But when she thought so, it also proved that she didn't know enough about the man in front of her who made her heart fall in love.

The golden eyes slowly and warmly baked her neck.

It made people feel weak.

"That's good."

The black-haired young man suddenly showed an extremely bright smile and wiped the black ash on her nose with his fingertips. It seemed that the unhappiness of the whole day disappeared like morning mist in this light answer.

"That's good, Rose."

He said.

The girl choked and wanted to ask something, but suddenly looked in the direction of the door:

Heavy and hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

A thump.

It was as if he had hit the door.

"Quick! Quick, save old Moore! Quick - someone save him!!"

Peggy cried.