The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 241: The Son of the Heiman Family
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The glass shattered against the wall, leaving a pool of red.

Marvolo Heyman sat on the sofa, his chest heaving. His face was gloomy, and the flickering candlelight made the book even more terrifying.

Long, thin, soft worms seemed to crawl under his skin, causing wrinkles and bulges.

“…Who notified the police?”

What happened in London yesterday almost made the surname 'Heyman' a laughing stock in the upper class circles.

It is not a signature on gold foil paper.

But it was the police’s subsequent actions: were they actually instructed to take back the gold foil from the citizens?
This is extremely stupid behavior.

"How badly does the Heiman family need money?"

"You see, some people of noble blood may not have the same morals. They are fighting with those workers for a few pennies... sorry, or shillings? Anyway, what is it worth?"

Many people were thrown into jail because of this.

The people were very dissatisfied with the Heyman family, so Her Majesty the Queen and Mr. Heffer both asked him separately - he knew half of the matter.

"It's Sean, father."

Sean Hyman is the second son of Marvolo Hyman, the younger brother of Andrew Hyman, and the older brother of Judy Ammann.

The Heyman family has many children.

"...Sean." Marvolo Heyman seemed much older.

A lot has happened recently.

Everything was like a sharp knife, cutting the most vulnerable leg of the Heyman family.

Because of the hyenas of the Inquisition and the parade incident, not only did his relationship with Cradle of Flesh and Blood come to a close, but he also paid an "unimaginable" price to that immature bitch.

Then, a huge scam swallowed up a large amount of gold pounds from the Heyman family.

Finally, the current 'Golden London' incident has dealt them a fatal blow.

Sean Heyman.

his son.

"Who gave him the power, Louis?"

The man with long burgundy hair lowered his head and stood silently beside his father.

There was no need to explain this, as long as he relied on the surname 'Heiman' and some 'facts' - after all, it was clearly written on the gold foil that it was the wealth of the Heiman family.

"Stupid. The Heyman family will never fall for this money, but his behavior will make us..."

Marvolo Heyman was exhausted.

The eldest son Andrew and the daughter Judy were burned at the stake in the inquest.

The second son, Sean Heyman, is a complete idiot who can only see the tiny benefits in front of him.

The third son, Cliff Hyman, currently does not interfere in the family business. As a weight to balance the two ends of the scale, he is active in the vortex and in the Gray Party.

The youngest son, Louis Hyman…

He is clear-headed, obedient and well-behaved, and like the third son, is a high-level ritualist.

But it's a pity...

His past meant that Marvolo Heyman could not hand over the family to him - although the blood of the Heyman family flowed in his veins, his inferior past might have polluted this pure blood...

It seems.

It's time for him to consider recalling Cliff Heyman.

The Heyman family was not in a position to bet on both sides. To put it more deeply, when he moved closer to Charles Chloe and Paul Heffer, he had already completely pushed some people away - in return, as long as he did not bring the cultists into Buckingham Palace, the two would keep him safe.

no choice.

He is like Anne Vansittart.

The pocket watch in the brain, the ticking countdown is a reminder of the aging body:
You don't have time.

As for the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, few people in the upper echelons of the country are actually willing to associate with these dirty cultists who fiddle with flesh and blood - they devoutly believe in the Father of All Things, and think that such behavior of wantonly hurting others for personal gain is not worthy of their noble souls and ancient bloodlines.

nonsense.

As long as they are alive and breathing, they are robbing others of the possibility of living.

Pedantic and stupid.

As a member of the secret party, Marvolo Hayman does not consider himself old-fashioned. Instead, he thinks that those who are guarding the family legacy are the ones who have missed the opportunity.

They don't know what they have lost, and don't understand how great the power that can prolong their lives is.

"Don't let Sean go out during this period, Louis."

"Keep an eye on him."

Louis was silent. The room was quiet for a while.

It was not until Louis refilled the wine for the third time that Marvolo Hyman's throat, which was too dehydrated, began to rustle:
"What does the ritualist of the road of "Destiny" say?"

Louis Heyman put the glass decanter away, stepped back a few steps, and said slowly: "Too many people have come into contact with those gold papers, father. I guess before the citizens picked them up, the gold passed through many hands in a short period of time. The other party was well prepared."

"As for the letters... they are fairly clear - the prophecy points to India."

Marvolo Heyman was almost laughing with anger.

India?

What a joke.

Seeing his father's impatient expression, Louis paused and made a more feasible suggestion - after all, compared to the vague prophecy that would become completely ineffective as soon as the slightest preparation was made, a high-level ritualist on a certain path could directly browse through his memories.

"If that person took action, maybe there would be a chance..."

Marvolo Heyman shook his head: "Mr. Chloe is still sleeping..."

"So Mr. Heffer..."

Louis was about to say something else, but Marvolo interrupted him.

"I should have known that those crazy people can't be trusted at critical moments."

"This matter ends here. The Heyman family has been embarrassed enough. Louis, even if we want to hang that gang, we will no longer be the first to speak. Keep an eye on Sean and don't let him do anything that will bring shame to the family."

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The greasy-haired man was very impatient.

He waited in the reception room for two hours, and in the end, the only things that served him were three elderly maids and a pot of tea on the table that he didn't even want to touch.

My father didn't even look at me, and took the bastard to the study to talk in detail...

Why?
Click.

Louis Heyman pushed the door open with an expressionless face, not even observing the most basic courtesy.

"You should have knocked first, brother."

"I don't think you have time to think about this, brother." Louis moved the corner of his mouth and glanced at the untouched cup on the table: "The family has lost face because of you."

Sean Heyman is an angry person, and the person who said this -

"Your existence has brought shame upon the family, Mr. Bastard."

Sean fiddled with his curly red hair, his expression was exactly the same gloomy as the old man in the other room: "I'm just trying to recover the losses for the family - because of that 'business', we lost 40,000 pounds..."

"I remember," he slowly stood up with the help of the tea table, came to Louis, narrowed his narrow eyes, and squeezed his voice into a thin and venomous snake: "I remember that you seemed to be the first to tell my father about this business..."

Louis Heyman did not shy away from the question: "That's true, but I need to remind you who makes all the decisions...me? Or our father? Moreover, if you could have told him your stupid idea before notifying the police, I don't think the situation would have become so serious."

Sean Heyman twitched his lips, grabbed Louis' collar, and tried to lift him up from the ground: "You'd better be careful, red-haired bastard. You are not from the Heyman family..."

Louis said frankly: "In fact, Heyman's blood runs in my body."

Sean tilted his face slightly, and said jokingly: "That's hard to say, the old man is not in his right mind... Otherwise, how did Andrew and Judy die?"

He let go of Louis, shook his hand in disgust, picked up the teapot, and poured the still warm tea on the palm that had just touched Louis.

"The decline of the Heiman family can only be attributed to two people."

He lowered his head and focused on washing his palms.

"Marvolo Heyman, and you, Louis Heyman."

He said.

"We should not have followed those two old guys with no future a long time ago, and we should not have listened to these stupid words coming out of their rotten throats..."

Louis said nothing.

He watched Sean wash his hands repeatedly, then throw the empty pot on the carpet.

"We should take back what belongs to us, never give, never charge into battle - ritualists? I think, if we become the royal party, the girl on the throne will also protect us, right?"

Sean Heyman doesn't know why Marvolo Heyman made such a choice, but he knows that this is definitely a path that may not necessarily bring benefits even after winning.

My father's actions were more for himself than for the family - the interesting thing was that this red-haired bastard was always instigating him, making my father more self-confident, foolish and stubborn.

What do these two people want to do?
"Son of a bitch."

He cursed.

Louis smiled: "Brother, I must remind you again, we are all..."

Sean waved his hand impatiently: "Get out, Master Ritualist."

(End of this chapter)