The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 434 Ch.433 William’s idea

"Are you sure that's a Shelley?"

After the three people left, William was left in the guest room.

Henry Street walked around the sofa, pushed the used teacup away with a look of disgust, and put his legs up on the coffee table.

William bent down to his side, took out cigarettes and matches, and lit them for his master.

Only then did he answer.

"I'm not sure, sir." William's expression was flattering, as gentle as if he were treating a baby: "But you also said that during this critical period, it is best not to have any accidents."

Henry smoked a cigarette and sighed.

"That's right. Whether she's from Shelley or not - she can only be fake."

he said.

"When that thing succeeds, we won't have to worry about Shelly anymore... Is my sister still well-behaved recently?"

William's eyes flickered: "Maybe I can't do what you want, my lord."

Henry turned his head and looked at him.

"...Miss Peggy and the miners are getting closer and closer, plus these three people..." William forced a smile: "That letter only burned one miner to death."

"I leave you in her hands, personally."

William was busy apologizing, but Henry didn't want to hear it.

"I want to teach her a solid lesson - can't you even do the job of delivering letters? Isn't it time you cleaned up your head that is stuffed with gold pounds?"

William's head lowered lower and lower, and Henry could see the bald spot on the back of his head.

How disgusting.

He glanced at it, showing no interest in drinking.

"Find a way to solve this problem as soon as possible, Mr. Think Tank - Chloe and Street are not afraid of Shelley, but if I don't protect you..."

Henry sneered.

"Do you have anywhere else to go?"

William lost his temper and shouted: "You can't do this!"

"Then do what you have to do, William. If you cause any more trouble, get out of Street's territory."

"I..." William scratched his head, his balloon-like body swaying, but his feet were extremely flexible.

He almost made a circuitous path to the sofa, half-knelt beside Henry Street, and gave his master a bad idea: "Why don't you get your sister back?"

Henry glanced at him.

"Capture her? Do you think I haven't done this before? Since I can't kill her, it will be difficult to imprison a second ring for a long time."

"No, no, no, what I mean is," William narrowed his eyes, with layers of flesh on his face: "Why not arrest her in public?"

Henry became interested.

You can't expect a vicious stone-head to come up with anything good - he's vicious enough, but not smart enough.

Good thing he knows this and, like a true nobleman, is good at driving those who possess them.

"Arrest in public?" Henry repeated in a low voice, motioning to the fat dog kneeling in front of him to continue.

"That's right, in public." Black-nosed William first flattered Street, and then said: "Those cinders have ideas that they shouldn't have. In addition to their inherently low morals and low bloodline - it's probably because of this. Trit, as a noble person as you, you have not set your eyes like a torch on them."

Henry shook his head and said in a bad tone: "You mean, it's all because of my indulgence?"

"No! Sir! How can this be your fault?" William almost jumped out of fright at these words - even if his wife gave birth to a hermaphrodite baby with four eyes, he would not be so surprised.

"How can this be your fault?!"

He waved his hands angrily, as if complaining for Henry.

"Those immoral ones! Degenerate ghosts who don't even know the word! Mudtoes who suffer forever! I wish they all—"

Henry waved his palm like a fly, a little impatiently.

The shrewd Mr. Black Nose immediately changed his tone, skipped the abuse, and began to flatter her in a sticky tone: "Oh, as long as you arrest her in public, it will be enough to teach those low-level people a solid lesson."

"Tell them: This is Street's family matter."

"You don't know, but I know these people very well!"

"Privately, they act like knights who punish evil and eradicate evil. They drink too much, shout about hanging someone, break into someone's window, and suffocate the master who bullies them in the pillow to death -"

"What about 'If it were me, I would have to give him a good look on the spot', what about 'if it's a big deal, I'll take my life for my own life', what about 'if you push me to a dead end'——"

William played a long tune, his eyebrows flying:

"But guess what?"

"The next day, they were as obedient as donkeys and worked diligently!"

I don't know whether it was his words or William's funny expression, but this really made Henry Street laugh.

"Ah... they do."

Henry Street thought William was speaking to his heart about these angry, talkative domestic animals who were no better than wild animals.

"The donkey with the dagger in his mouth."

William chuckled and gave them a nickname: "Even if your mouth is full of sharp teeth, you only dare to use these sharp teeth to sharpen your words - bite people? They will even think about baring their teeth at you for several years!"

Henry Street was immersed in this 'joke', and then heard William say:

"These useless remnants of society like to say this the most. If a man wants to brag about himself, he is afraid of using a sword, and if a woman brags, she can only marry a rich old gentleman and endure a life without love——"

"You see, the difference between these people and us is that they seem to dream during the day."

Henry laughed: "That's why I like you, William, you are always so sharp."

William praised Street loudly, saying that without his insight, he would have no place to display his talents.

"You have to do it in public - I mean, the bigger the better, even let everyone see with their own eyes, how your guards arrested Miss Peggy Street."

"In this way, they will all be scared!"

"These people are still worried about their livelihoods, how dare anyone cause such trouble? A knight?"

Henry Street thought about it.

I think there is nothing wrong with what he said.

Indeed.

It is a good way to show power and make these little ants with their own thoughts behave themselves, and to give his sister some color in public.

What's more.

The research has reached a critical juncture, and it will be troublesome if Peggy really causes trouble.

It's better for her to be by his side.

In the cell.

When this matter is completely over, if she is still willing to show concern for those muddy toes, then let her do it.

Streeter…

Father, mother.

You died in the fire, not because of me.

Because of your kindness and weakness.

"Just do as you say."

Henry decided.

"In public."

He emphasized, and looked at the flattering fat dog in front of him with a sinister look.

"This is the last chance, William, don't let me down-you know, it's time now..."

"Of course, of course, sir, you can trust me absolutely!"

"But I don't trust your ability to do things." Henry rubbed his fingertips: "I will let the ritualist keep an eye on you, William. If you mess up again..."