The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 438 Ch.437 Manor

——The flames paved the way for her, and the storms from the sky turned into soldiers. She looked at the town, as if she had traveled through time and saw herself looking at the flames in her childhood.

"Yes! That's it! Roland! You should write a novel!" Rose's eyes curved when she heard his words: "Great! Isn't it! You really should be a writer!"

She fluttered her wings like a bird leaving the nest, dragging Roland to and fro.

"I should be a carriage, since you can't walk properly anyway."

Rose hugged his arm and shook it endlessly.

Suddenly.

She shook a few times.

Her face flushed.

"Roland."

"Hmm?"

"It's different... It seems..."

She couldn't describe it, and no one told her what this feeling was.

She became more "vigorous", as if a lot of fuel had been added to her weak soul, making her whole body as hot as a erupting volcano.

It was "influence".

It seems that she will soon have a headache for the materials for the second ring upgrade.

Kingsley on the side was also a little dazed.

He moved his legs following the "troops", and a strange excitement appeared on his cold face that had never changed for thousands of years.

This old-faced young man had never experienced such a feeling in person, and had experienced such a dangerous but crazy thing: he had only read about it in some books and only mentioned it casually in conversations with friends.

But he never thought that one day he would be able to really participate in such a dangerous event.

This feeling is too wonderful.

He had a feeling of "making history" and more or less understood what Rose was pursuing -

That was not what he wanted, but he had to say that it felt good.

"I can't believe it, we really succeeded."

Rose turned her head to look at him, laughing so hard that people could almost see her throat: "There are two more ritualists, Kingsley! We will kill them in a while!"

Roland knew that there would be no more ritualists.

"Are you happy, Rose?" He shouted in her ear, clearing away the noise.

"Very happy!" The blushing girl also shouted.

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When the large army arrived at Street Manor, they almost surrounded it - half of the miners in the town came.

They cursed and forced their way into the checkpoint that divided the mining town, drowning the town police in their team: the town police were also someone's son, someone's husband, someone's friend.

Some of them pulled the trigger, but most chose to put down their guns.

Four or five men were injured, and some died and were placed on the spot. Then, the team continued to move forward, forward.

The never-ending tide continued to absorb tributaries along the way, becoming more and more devastating.

They hit the iron gate of the manor and pushed it down.

They injured people, tore the clothes of the coachman and the doorman, tied them up, and hung them up.

They shouted slogans, rushed into the manor, and spread like ants.

Henry Street had no time to react.

He didn't know where his ritualist had gone, where the 'loyal' William had gone, where the town police and guards who were supposed to stand on his side and manipulate the laws and rules had gone.

It seemed like a moment, a blink of an eye.

The world turned upside down.

Everything had changed.

He was the heir of Street and the master of Innstown.

How dare these servants and inferior livestock roar at him and spit in his face?

"Henry Street..."

He was roughly pulled out of the house and thrown into the open space next to the fountain.

Everyone surrounded him, leaving only one way for Peggy.

"Henry Street..."

The girl with a calm face looked down at the man in the torn robe, looking at his exposed buttocks, leg hair and extremely shameful expression.

A fire that she had never had in her heart was ignited.

It was ignited when she stepped into the manor.

The light wagtails were wearing colorful feathers, while some birds were about to fade.

"Good day, brother."

She pointed her right toe back and knelt down.

"You are more embarrassed than I thought."

Henry had no time to pay attention to his damn sister. He curled up and tried to find a piece of cloth to cover his body.

Lowly inferior people!

Rude inferior people!

When this matter is over, he will hang them all!

Hang!

Hang them all!

"I think you should give us an answer, brother." Peggy said indifferently: "We came from the most painful place to your place of enjoyment..."

But now, Henry Streeter didn't want to talk to his sister at all.

"Get out! You bitch!" He had a vicious face, and he wanted to peel Peggy's skin with his eyes, "Who would agree to do such a thing? Do you want to know the consequences?! I will put you-"

Bang.

A stone hit his head.

Blood gushed.

The man covered his head and looked to the other side.

The boy Kohler.

"No one dares to do anything to the Street family... little bastard..."

Snap.

Another piece.

At this tense moment, the crowd actually started to laugh.

Yes.

Henry Street.

Some people have never seen this terrible, dictatorial master in their lives.

Their master, the master of the rope around their necks, the master of the coins in their pockets.

And now, he is half exposed, and he is like a child, powerless to curse.

Such a contrast makes many people feel absurd: How can such a person be worthy of being their master?

They have Peggy Streeter.

A truly noble lady.

Streeter's blood runs in her veins, and at the same time, she is extremely kind and gentle.

She is definitely much better than Henry Streeter.

They rushed up, stuffed his mouth with rags, tied his hands and feet, and then someone shouted:

"Hang him!"

But no one responded to this.

Hanging Streeter is no small matter.

No one dared to do it - they thought that everything they did was for Peggy Streeter, and it was "all done together", and they couldn't hang them all.

But if they killed Henry.

Those who did it would definitely not end well.

No one dared to do it.

The manor returned to silence.

"Miss Peggy."

A miner spoke up: "...We, is this it?"

They talked about what to do next, and Peggy bowed one by one, sincerely thanking them for their help.

She needed some time to think about how to deal with her blood brother.

The old butler of Street Manor was not affected - or rather, except for a few "loyal" servants who were stripped of their clothes and beaten black and blue, most of the servants in the manor fled or hid.

The butler was not young and watched the Street brothers grow up.

"...Miss."

The old man trembled with a complicated expression.

The last time he saw this girl was four months ago.

Over the years, Peggy's ability to "smoothly" steal wealth from her family was more or less related to him - he couldn't let this miserable child live a real hard life like Henry Street treated Peggy:

Every month, he would teach the male servant to put dozens of pounds in the cash box in the small attic of Peggy's room.

"It's good to see you again..."