The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 239 Ch.238 Storm
Little Tom, carrying a cloth bag, walked through the streets and alleys.

The cold winter wind dispelled his sleepiness in just half a second, and after being pulled out of the "pocket", his sleepiness quickly melted away in the insults and porridge - if he was lucky enough, he could even find small strips of meat in the porridge.

There was a period of time half a year ago when he ate it for three consecutive days.

For this reason, he was given the nickname: "Lucky Tom".

But too much joy brings sorrow.

In the second half of the month, he could only enjoy the slightly irritating leftovers and soup, and he didn't know who stole the money he had saved.

"I told you not to tell anyone where you hid your money." The boy who was traveling with him was so dissatisfied with Tom's bragging habit that he parted ways with him a long time ago and never went to the same place with him - he not only loved to brag about himself, but also loved to find out other people's secrets and then tell them as interesting stories to everyone he met.

"I know who stole it." Little Tom rubbed his nose and wiped his snot on his sleeves. "I will steal it back in a few days when he isn't paying attention."

"Do you know who stole it?" The boy didn't believe it and laughed at him, "If you knew, you wouldn't have cried all night holding that can!"

"I'm not crying! I miss my family!"

"You have no family at all."

"I have one! She's in the West End, she works as a maid for a noble..."

"Hahahaha-"

The two men parted ways at an intersection, little Tom went left and the boy went right.

"Remember to be on time. I don't want to find you frozen at the door one day." The boy reminded Tom that today'Father Holt' told them: "Pull hard, don't point it at people, understand? When the bell rings--"

Little Tom waved his hand impatiently: "My mother taught me how to use this. She used to be a maid in a rich family and she often secretly brought this thing to me..."

The boy curled his lips, ignored him, and turned away.

"…Maybe he stole my money."

Little Tom lifted up his bag and staggered towards the east district.

—It is best to be assigned to the West End, where the clean characters are willing to pay and will not take advantage of them: for example, they will ask for two newspapers for one cent, glance at them a few times, and then return them and clamor for another one.

Those gentlemen and ladies never do such things, they are very polite.

Unfortunately, little Tom can't go to the West End.

He originally worked in the South District, but was recently tricked into moving to the East District to live with the poor.

"Unlucky, Mr. Tom," he muttered, and started forward. "The Daily Mail!"

Walking and shouting.

He dodged the carriage and ran like a gray mouse amid the shouting and cursing.

He knew the East End fairly well, Fleet Street, of course, being the first.

This place is considered a rich area among a bunch of poor people.

Start with the simplest one, maybe you can even mix it with water to drink.

Within an hour, many people had snatched newspapers from him.

After a while, at noon, there were not many people.

"The Daily Mail!"

"Give me one." The door of the pharmacy on the roadside was pushed open, revealing half a beard - half a face growing on the beard.

He was wearing a grey apron-like piece of cloth with a few pockets sewn on his belly. "Newspaper! Stupid boy! When you grow up, you will have facial hair like me!"

Little Tom shrugged: "I hope I won't be as unpopular as you when I grow up."

"Your mouth reminds me of a little bastard..." The old man leaned against the door, looked up and down at the dusty newspaper boy, and said with a big mouth: "You are far from him."

Little Tom didn't care, took out the newspaper and took the money.

"Want two more, sir?"

Old Collins laughed: "Sir?" He thought for a moment, then took out two more coins and exchanged them for a picture magazine.

There have been a lot of big things happening recently, so he needs to listen and see more - may the benefactors protect him... Don't let that little bastard investigate this matter.

Anyone could see that the gang had disappeared long ago.

"Good luck, sir!"

Old Collins cursed with a laugh and was about to close the door, but he saw the newsboy lowering his head and fiddling with his cloth bag.

Take it out from inside...

Didn’t Christmas pass long ago?

"Hey! You better not be here—"

thump.

Roland and Rose stood side by side on the balcony, with a folded parasol and two women who kept gasping.

"Tsk tsk tsk, loser."

Nina leaned over the iron bars and looked down: "If I had that much money, I would hire ten models to kneel and serve me."

Cherry covered her lips and chuckled: "That's an incredible wish, Nina. How are you going to arrange their time?"

"Arrangements? Arrangements for what?"

"Time, Nina. Time that makes you comfortable."

"Why can't we be together?"

"Lawless." Cherry glared at her.

"I'm not the lawless one." Nina yawned and pointed at someone.

Roland crossed his arms and tapped his toes on the floor tiles: "You weren't like this when you were alive."

Rose moved her ears and suddenly turned her head: "Who are you talking to? Roland?"

At this moment, a ray of sunlight happened to meet his eyes.

Roland smiled brightly: "...memory."

"Mad man." Rose muttered, "So, what are we here to see?"

"Watch the ceremony, Rose." Roland murmured: "If our ceremonies can be completed at the same time, it proves that in the future, we can help each other create an 'influence' in the Ring-raising Ceremony - I want to see where the boundary of the 'influence' is..."

Rose was suspicious: "Those little gold flakes you asked me to grind...could they be..."

At this moment, she seemed to have guessed what Roland was going to do.

The girl's eyes widened and she screamed, "You... Roland! What did you promise me?! You gave all those cars... to Holt - this is half of London! Are you crazy?! There will be a big mess -"

thump—

The long bells rang from the banks of the Thames.

at the same time.

The two of them also heard a crisp "pop" -

nearby.

One after another.

The small salutes that were fired seemed to bring people back to the snowy festival a few days ago.

One, two, ten, fifty.

a hundred.

The long bell sound could not cover up the dense explosion sound.

Roars, screams, bells.

All of this was drowned in the whistling winter wind in my ears.

The strong wind filled every corner of the city, and at the same time, blew the irregular pieces of gold as thin as letter paper everywhere - just like ink drops in clear water, and soon, they were everywhere.

They fluttered and gathered together, and then turned into snowflakes in the blink of an eye.

Countless pieces of tiny gold foil burst out from the mouth of the small salute.

Following the incessant banging sound, the recently awakened giant beast of London City swayed its body and shook off the golden moss that had been attached to its body for many years.

The holidays are here again!

"Rose."

Roland held onto the railing, his laughter mixing with the wind, like that of a child who had gotten a new toy and couldn't be stopped.

"look!"

"I have never believed that the so-called golden morality they talk about can shine at noon - especially when lies, deception, jealousy and stupidity enhance the bell called pride on the golden collar of some people, which is nothing but ringing before and after death."

"And how does London shine in this tinkling?"

He opened his arms and his black hair flew.

Ahead is a golden storm, a sun that has broken into pieces and fallen into the mortal world. It is countless soft blades reflecting golden light, a golden wave sweeping across the white winter after the floodgates are released.

"look!"

He shouted into the strong wind:

“This is glorious London!”

(End of this chapter)