The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 218 Ch.217 The Established Path

The road to the secret scroll.

"This is a path that is mostly taken by businessmen...after all, they are the greediest ones."

Long ago, ritualists did not call it the 'Daughter of Bustle' -

But 'the god of trade and wealth'.

But later, these cunning believers gradually discovered that by 'beautifying' the gods as 'women', the sect would gain more supporters.

So, they began to make up stories and spread the "appearance" of this god everywhere:
For example, He often wears transparent and soft golden gauze, His arms are pale and slender, and He likes to wear several jingling gold bracelets;

His long golden hair flutters, and his voice is as lovable as a child's. When he is angry, he turns into a mature woman in her prime, and punishes those who break the rules with his feet that are not wearing cloth shoes or leather boots (the number of criminals has increased sharply since this rule appeared);

He sleeps in a palace made of gold, and a river of jewels flows through His ankles, caressing His gentle sleep.

——He rewards every greedy person, and will kiss those who have "endless" greed before the end of the era.

Ok…

Let's be honest.

Even cultists would look down upon private alliances or the practices of these ritualists.

Because in the eyes of other believers, these people believe in gods and use the powers and rituals granted by gods...

But they turned around and insulted and blasphemed their God with words.

This is no longer a question of morality or conscience.

This group is simply disgusting.

"I can understand it a little. For those merchants, since the gods have fallen asleep... 'Make the best use of things', is that what they mean?"

Louis sat in a high-backed chair, fiddling with the dagger on the wooden table.

This is the territory of the Elephant Gang.

A room that belongs only to Anne and Maureen.

Second floor.

It is now the third day since the 'parade case' occurred.

There is no sunshine today.

The gloomy room was littered with overturned tables, chairs, and drawers, and ink spilled on the letter paper all over the floor.

The walls were covered with black marks from fire.

This place has been 'cleared' by the Inquisition's executors, and no one is currently allowed to enter.

But that didn't include Louis and the girl he had asked out.

"You have no right to sit in Annie's chair."

Rose leaned against the wall with her hands behind her back, her eyes burning: "What do you want to tell me? That Anne's death was valuable, that she made an indelible contribution to the workers, the citizens, and the country?"

"You know what, sir."

"I don't care about citizens, workers, or the country."

"I just want to use a dagger to cut off the assholes of you bastards and feed them to the dogs."

The curly-haired girl spoke dirty words lightly.

Louis laughed.

"You are indeed extraordinary, Miss Vansittart. No wonder Mr. Anne chose you. Do you want to hear a story?"

Rose whispered, "I promise not to miss a word."

Of course Louis would tell Rose what Anne had done and what she had done - but he didn't have to tell the girl which side he belonged to or who he stood with.

In addition, an interesting idea suddenly came to his mind:

If Mr. Anne really knows this girl well enough, and she does have outstanding talents...

Then.

Why not create another enemy for the Heiman family?
Dad, do you like what I did?
"My name is Louise, Louise Hyman, Miss Vansittart."

"You should know where I come from, or which company Mr. Anne's 'big client' has always been, right?"

Rose had a calm expression and listened quietly.

"She sacrificed her life for my family and traded the entire Elephant Gang with us. Buying bullets costs money - you should understand this, right?" Rose gradually exerted force with her fingers behind her back.

The blade cut his palm.

"I understand, Mr. Hyman, you may proceed."

Louis squeezed the dagger in his hand and flicked his finger towards the blade.

In Rose's dilated pupils, the hard and sharp parts collapsed and shattered like glass falling to the ground.

Snapped.

Irregular pieces of iron fell on the table.

All that was left in the man's hand was the wooden handle.

"This is the power she's been looking for, Miss Vansittart. Now, the deal is over. The Heymans never break their promises - especially to people like you." Louis looked sarcastic and took out a gold coin from his pocket.

The golden coin is about the size of a one-pound coin, but there are no patterns or carvings on either side.

It was placed on the table and pushed towards Rose by fingers.

“This is the ‘standard thing.’”

Louis said.

"Put it under your pillow. If you are talented enough, then, in just a few months, or a year or two..."

Under the pillow.

Standard things.

Rose's eyes flickered.

Bad Cat said so.

Something you put under your pillow that can teach you magic tricks...

"So many lives, only exchanged for a coin." Rose sneered.

"Because these people deserve to die, Miss Vansittart. I mean you, too." Louis threw away the wooden handle and tapped the table with his index finger: "Diamond Annie - do you know what this name means?"

“How many people died at her hands?”

"Evil people, good people, neither evil nor good people - I don't have any opinion on gangs, but let's use the law as a rope: Do you think this man should die?"

"She killed hundreds of babies herself...at least."

Rose's face was clouded with gloom, and her expression was ferocious for a moment: "Then Mr. Heyman, please tell me, where did those babies go in the end?"

Louis Hyman shrugged. "Of course I went to the Hymans... Oh, I have to remind you that the Hymans never did anything to babies in swaddling clothes - that would be too cruel! Who would really kill a baby that was just born?"

"They didn't even have time to open their eyes and take a closer look at this boring and painful world."

"You see, we just did a business: a business with a monster with a deformed body and low morals."

He asked Rose curiously, "Did we kill the baby?"

Rose just stared at Louise.

I want to engrave his face in my memory forever.

"Besides, don't forget that this female giant didn't kill the baby just for the sake of trading. If she wasn't trying to save her life, how could she be so crazy?"

"The Inquisition will not let the cultists go." Rose said lightly.

Louis also replied lightly: "Obviously, they have let it go..."

Shit.

He came to my door the next day.

If Marvolo Heyman hadn't reacted quickly enough, asked Mr. Paul Heffer to come forward, handed over the contact information and possible hiding places of the cultist, and vowed to pay a price that would "satisfy everyone" -

Even if the monarch was there, there was no way he would be able to meet the girl today in one piece.

He swore with his head that even if it was just a show, the woman would break a few of his ribs in the name of "this is the real thing" before she would stop.

With Victoria and the support of "orthodoxy", the Inquisition began to go crazy again under her leadership.

This gradually reminded Louis of the scene ten years ago when a certain person was still there.

A bunch of desperate and difficult fanatics.

(End of this chapter)