The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 448 Ch.447 The end of the lake

Peggy left her servant behind and went deeper into the jungle with Roland.

A gentleman's man will use his cane and arms to clear a path slightly in front of the lady, shielding her from dead branches that may sting her delicate skin - just as he often shields them from unwanted wasps and butterflies.

In this regard, the two people have the same tacit understanding and do what they should do.

One is trim and the other is light-footed.

Like needles piercing cashmere, they pushed aside the guards blocking the way and saw the bottom in a blink of an eye - it was a lake in late winter.

The mirror surface that had thawed at some point showed an unclear dark cyan color.

This does not make people think of vitality, but rather a sense of approaching chill.

Late winter isn't over yet.

"I came to this lake with my brother when I was a kid."

Peggy stopped, stretched out her hand a little impolitely, held Roland's shoulders, and smashed the mud with the toe of her shoe.

She bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it to the lake.

A unique piece of rain fell alone into the arms of someone who had no blood relationship with it.

"That's how I feel."

The blonde girl heard the sound of 'dong' and saw the ripples spreading and disappearing. She seemed to be relieved, took off her majestic veil, and showed a girlish smile - just like the smile they had when they first met.

"Mr. Dawson, I'm really tired."

She kicked the stones under her feet, stepped on the creaking dead branches and holes drilled by unknown things, and found a felled wood pile.

He wiped it with his hands and sat down.

"I feel more comfortable as a wild girl."

she said.

"The city of London is not as lively as it used to be." Roland followed her slowly, but there was no second stake for him to sit on. "What you should pay most attention to is yourself, Ms. Street."

"Why don't you call me Paige?"

The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes were like the lake around her, and a ripple was made by the man throwing at her.

"Of course, if you want." Roland was good at listening to opinions.

These soft words made Paige a little angry, but she couldn't blame the man in front of her: "I..."

She thought about it.

asked quietly.

"...You did nothing wrong, right?"

Roland didn't know which time, day or behavior she was asking about.

"No." He shook his head slightly, "You should get what you want - people always get what they want. As long as you can, you should."

"Even if it was evil?"

Roland chuckled: "Evil people don't need the help of these words, Peggy."

The girl was satisfied.

She shifted her gaze to the silent lake again, taking in the withering solemnity around her.

"I will acquire the Shelley family's coal refinery store. Please convey this to Miss Shelley and send someone to Inns Town to discuss it in detail... By the way, I will not stop the white mine - even if it is harmful to mortals."

She looked at it for a while and suddenly said.

"I won't stop. Because it represents the future - Mr. Dawson, if you want to know the secrets of this, I can tell you...all of it."

She was the one being requested, but her words seemed to be begging the man, begging him, begging him to let her tell him this secret.

"This secret is the reason why I can't stop the white mine."

Roland turned his face sideways, letting the morning light carve out a clearer outline: "Does it represent the future?"

"yes."

"So, how do you plan to house those miners who are 'family members'?"

"...I will give them better treatment. For example, guards, or supervisors. I still have a conscience and know who helped me -" She fanned her eyelashes, and her smile was a bit chilling, "But then There is a limit…”

"It's like dancing with a double-edged sword, Mr. Dawson. Until you sit in the master's seat, you will never understand what the masters are worried about."

She said to Roland, or to the calm, bottomless lake.

"We are worried that it will not use its full strength, but we are also worried that it will use its strength in the wrong place; we are worried that it will get sick and will no longer be able to work, but we are also worried that it will never get sick and will not be able to replace it with a new one. ”

"I expected them to be stupid enough - and you see, that's how I succeeded."

She tapped her cheek with her fingers, and all five of them were as clean as new growth: "But then, I don't want them to be stupid, lest they be used by others besides me..."

Peggy told those ugly, unabashed truths and laughed a few times in a self-destructive manner.

"Mr. Dawson, am I still your friend after doing this?"

The lake breeze stirred the man's deep black hair, and his voice was as gentle as the wind: "Of course you are."

Roland said.

"This is a necessary thing for a master to do, maybe?" He didn't care about what Peggy had done recently, but asked an unrelated question: "I heard that the "herd" can be in tune with the animals, and every day With one link, you can contract a suitable 'friend'. "

Paige said 'hmm': "That's right."

"Excuse me, when you were in the ring, you probably made a contract with a cat... right?" Roland said to himself: "The sound of any animal can make people involuntarily put down their guard and get close to the owner of the sound... It will never happen Is it a crow?"

Paige was as silent as Lake.

"Dismembering and eating the contracted creatures, at each step, the ritualists on the "Herd" path will gain a special, extremely difficult to detect power - the reason why the ritualists on this path are terrifying is because, Its enemies would have difficulty setting up a perfect ambush against them. "

"They are changeable and adaptable, unless they dig out the target intelligence information for a long time, in a targeted manner and at all costs..."

Roland's voice was very light, like a mother's whisper in the light of a sleeping baby at night: "The Street family will never cut down the forest again..."

This word, as light as a goose feather, made people tickle, but it cut an invisible crack in this cold and lonely lakeside.

The noise slid into the world along the crack.

"Dawson."

Peggy hid the "Mr.".

Now, there was an invisible ravine on her face, which was difficult to suppress, and gradually extended to the whole increasingly prominent face with her suppressed emotions: "...Dawson."

She did not use social rhetoric to change the subject, but was very bold-she grabbed Roland's hand.

"...You don't know what I've been through."

Her voice trembled and broke at the touch.

But it seems that...

The divination is correct.

Rose is the key.

Without her, there would be no William.

There would be no irritants.

There would be no whistling tide of ore.

There would be no ‘disappeared’ ritualists.

There would be no logical ending.

Everything, in coincidence, was cleverly twisted into a rope called ‘fate’ - it finally tied up the person it wanted to tie.

“Miss Peggy Streeter. You may have been insulted, abused, and hurt by your brother, servants, or even your parents when you were young. You may have had a sad and extremely dark childhood - I will not even use the ‘cost’ of the ‘road’ to belittle your determination to ignite the flames…”

Roland shook her hand back, trying to give the warmth of his palm to the girl with icy fingers.

His voice was gentle, as if he didn’t care at all who was taken away by the fire.

- Including Martin, the housekeeper who hated Henry and doted on Peggy so much that he helped her every time for many years.

He is not important.

He is too old, and like his son, he should die.

“I don’t care what you did, Miss Peggy Streeter.” He sighed, “I just pity you.”

“Pity… pity…?” "

Peggy opened her mouth.

She didn't understand where this pity came from.

She wanted to tear off all the hypocritical masks of the past and tell Roland that everything was not a conspiracy and was not as terrible as he thought.

She never thought that this day would come, and she didn't expect to get such a result today at the end of the divination.

Everything is fate.

Maybe she deserved it, and destroyed Inns Town and Street in the future; maybe she didn't deserve it, and her family and town were extremely prosperous in the future, but she died early.

Everything is fate...

But.

But the other party told her lightly:

That's not important.

With one sentence, everything she wanted to say was blocked in her throat.

"...Dawson."

The girl with spider webs all over her cheeks raised her head.

The broken corners of her mask dropped debris like a waterfall, but it was still firmly attached to her face.

It had long been stuck to the skin.

"I didn't lie." She said, "At least 'Peggy' didn't lie to you. "

She wanted to express, urgently and shamelessly express her enthusiasm and expectations in this last chance.

The rose that suddenly bloomed in her heart, she needed this person passing by the flowerbed.

She wanted her to stop for the only rose in the flowerbed.

"...Dawson." Peggy held Roland's hand tightly, "Maybe, Inns Town will have a better development. Would you like to come again? I will treat you, we...we can go around, then go fishing, riding, and picnic."

"I mean, in addition to those boring and predictable social activities, I always have to have some true friends, right?"

"You are willing to be my true friend and maintain our true friendship..."

"Maybe I can still go to Ximanlis to see you?"

She used her other hand to brush her hair, and as time passed, she could no longer see Roland's face in the sunlight.

And the pair of golden eyes that blended into the sunlight.