The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 447 Ch.446 Farewell

In fact, Kingsley was puzzled by one thing.

——The information revealed by Peggy Streeter's speech that day.

This is a very stupid thing to do.

Whether or not to stop the white mine mining, in his opinion, Peggy Streeter should not find any excuse to break her promise:

That is, to raise the wages of the miners who helped her and were on good terms with her.

Kingsley didn't know whether this was her "flash of inspiration" (I wish there were more smart people in this world) or someone instigated her (maybe the housekeeper?)

In short, this behavior is really stupid.

You know, soon, the Wigan Mine will welcome new shareholders-if it were him, he would never leave the opportunity of "raising wages" to others to win people's hearts.

No matter who the supreme lady sent.

For the Streeter family, they are all "enemies".

They are great because of the people on this land, and they must always let the people on this land believe in them-it is not difficult for the Streeter family to package themselves as a "god" that does not violate the law.

Now is the best opportunity.

But Peggy Streeter didn't do it.

Not only stupid, but also arrogant to the point of being laughable.

Understandable.

This girl may have been blinded by the sudden power. To some extent, she is following the path her brother has taken.

It's really sad.

Kingsley has completed his mission, and so has Roland.

So, they are leaving.

Peggy arrived late in the morning in a carriage, and just caught up with Roland and his party before leaving the town.

"Miss Shelley!" She opened the window, "Mr. Dawson! Mr. Kingsley!"

The two carriages stopped by the roadside.

The servant got off before her, checked the surroundings vigilantly (oh, a deserted road with few people), then faced the pedal and knocked on the door.

The person got off.

She was wearing a brightly colored cloak, and her golden hair was particularly dazzling in the morning mist.

She was no longer the dusty and unwanted girl.

She was the only Streeter, the owner of Inns Town, and the soon-to-be special baroness.

"Forgive me, I'm too busy."

Her tone and her shoes were divided into two paths, one on the ground and the other floating in the clouds.

When Rose heard such a voice, she made a short "snort", but the other party did not respond.

Maybe they were not close to each other, maybe Peggy Streeter was generous.

"I've been learning to read accounts recently, and those numbers are flying around my head like butterflies." She came slowly, followed by several maids.

"Good day, Mr. Dawson, Mr. Kingsley, and Miss Shelley. I hope you won't be angry about this. The Streeter family will never neglect true friends-we met by fate, and we should continue this friendship to the end of fate."

How did she learn to speak like this in a few days?

Rose was indignant.

She couldn't learn to speak so standardly, like holding her fingers, slowly, sticky, and annoying-is her "father" asking too much of her?

"Good day."

Rose responded in a gloomy tone, and the four people, led by the servant, walked to a fork in the wild forest.

The morning light passed through the water droplets on the tips of the leaves, and it seemed that a light golden door opened in front of the winding path.

There was no rot and mildew in the air, and Roland could hear the lazy waist of each new branch.

Unfortunately, the four people had their own thoughts, and only the servant was in a good mood and enjoyed the scenery.

"…Maybe you have a bad opinion of me, I understand, that's my own fault." When the maids walked away, Peggy also lowered her voice and "confided" to them, "I know it's not good to do this, and it's a violation of my promise."

"But please also understand my difficulties."

"I am the only one left in the Street family, a female worker in a mine - I pushed open the door, wrapped in a velvet blanket, and in a blink of an eye I will face the Chloe family and the supreme person."

Peggy's brows were more melancholy.

"I can't pay attention to the miners' diet every day and focus all my attention on improving their lives and weekly wages - I have to pay attention to something bigger, something that will have a more profound impact on Street and Inns."

Her expression was sincere, as if she believed that she could convince the green-eyed girl - why not?

She was just like her.

With an extraordinary surname and a background far away from the mud.

She should understand herself.

"Don't you plan to close the White Mine?" Rose asked.

"Some things are also being done by the Shelley family." Peggy concealed William's identity and hinted to Rose: "Your future is clear. This is a necessary choice, a necessary future that we must grasp..."

She stopped and turned to Rose.

"You don't have to worry about the miners, Miss Shelley, my dear friend. I will only let them hold on for a few more months - and then those criminals will take over...I won't really treat those poor people so cruelly."

Rose didn't care about the miners at all.

She just hated such a statement.

She hated the fact that she kept talking about "family", "commitment" and "love", and hated the fact that when she looked at the clear water in the copper basin, she could see a rotten fish in the gentle ripples.

She gradually understood what Roland said.

Some people are not bad, but they are neither good nor bad.

It's boring.

"I think I understand." Rose put on a standard smile and bent her knees slightly, "May Shelley and Street's friendship last forever... Oh, by the way, the white ore won't make me sick, right?"

"Of course not." Peggy was very satisfied and raised her chin slightly, "It is only dangerous to mortals, and it can only spread between living people."

Roland frowned.

"This is inconsistent with what I saw, Ms. Street." He asked, "My friend died of white ore, and only died of clay and stones mixed with white ore. He did not come into contact with people suffering from white ore disease-Madam, are you sure it can only spread between living people?"

Peggy was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, my people have tried it, it shouldn't..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly thought:

William spent more time on how great an era the white ore could create-

And the impact on mortals...

How many times did he try?

When visiting the laboratory, he showed off the mechanical creations to himself and used them to paint a magnificent picture - but he didn't seem to pay much attention to the aspect of "transmission"...?

It's hard to say whether Roland's friend accidentally came into contact with a living person and got sick...

Or the white ore can really be spread through contact - whether it's a living person or a dead "material".

If Roland is right, things will become troublesome.

"It may be related to the contact time. My friend is a sculptor," Roland recalled, "spending at least ten hours a day, using skin, and even getting covered in dust-"

"I will ask him to stop his work and return to the original problem that we should pay most attention to," Peggy didn't want to show an attitude of "mortals are not important" in front of Roland, which would make a lady look disgusting.

"By the way, can I talk to you alone?" She glanced at Rose and Kingsley and smiled, "It won't take too long."