The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 808: The Captain's Secret

When people started dying in the factory.

Many weavers went mad—

They screamed and banged on the thick iron doors, smashed their looms, and fashioned weapons out of wood and nails.

They united and sent representatives to try to negotiate with the factory.

They believed that the disappearance of such a large number of people in London, even in the suburbs, would inevitably cause great chaos.

They, they, they.

Everything they did was meaningless.

When the looms were smashed, the next day, those who did it were led away by a group of guards: their heads were smashed with iron rods and their abdomens were pierced with sharp forks.

Everyone was well behaved and silent.

“…It was also at this moment that my mother stepped forward.”

Jim Walker's expression became complicated.

"Yes, that's right. The 'Iron Lily' you mentioned is my mother, Catherine Goulding."

Jim Walker's mother, Ms. Goulding, was a brave person.

Brave and clever.

After several days of observation, she discovered an opportunity that might delay their dramatic and tragic fate:

The 'pharmacists' and the 'guards' are not the same people.

In other words.

In terms of "guarding", they have a certain degree of negotiation:

As long as they stopped banging on the iron gate with wooden sticks like a parade, making meaningless noise - perhaps these guards would be happy to save themselves a little trouble.

“…My mother went to the director’s office for the first time and came back with two teeth missing.”

Jim Walker lowered his head, making it difficult to discern his emotions.

"…The second time, my face was bruised and swollen."

"…The third time, her clothes were torn and she looked like she had been tortured—I knew what had happened!"

Shandel: "Did they get the order wrong?"

Roland covered her mouth and gave Jim Walker an awkward smile, motioning him to continue.

—Goulding’s courage was rewarded.

She used "not causing trouble" as a bargaining chip, saying that she could appease these anxious women, watch them finish every meal, and never cause any trouble to the gentlemen who were guarding them.

In exchange, the person in charge has to get something to pass the time.

——Since the purpose is to test drugs, weaving is no longer necessary, right?
Goulding told the person in charge that he could make a list of "expensive" items and give it to his boss, and they might not even use 10% of the pounds that went into their pockets.

Who does the rest belong to?
As a result of this proposal, she was beaten, broke her leg, and was unable to walk on her own for a long time.

But she succeeded too.

soon.

Some odds and ends to pass the time were tied up by the guards in sacks and thrown into the factory.

In those pockets, which cost less than a few shillings, Goulding found what was most important to these girls.

book.

Several 'precious' books with torn covers and missing pages.

There are discarded manuscripts with incoherent prefaces and some badly damaged discarded operating manuals.

On countless nights of pain or madness, Ms. Goulding read by candlelight to those girls who were unable to escape from their fear.

She used her immature imagination to make up one 'wonderful' story after another - the outside world, the benefits of medicine, and a future that was not bright but at least survivable.

"Your mother deserves admiration."

Jim Walker laughed twice sarcastically and asked back, "Really?"

He paused for a few seconds, until his emotions began to become like the toppled tombstones around him, weighing heavily on his soul.

"You can never imagine what kind of ugly face is hidden behind the mask of a hypocrite."

Jim Walker groaned.

The story continues.

Obviously.

Katherine Goulding's heart, which was made of steel and strong enough to get her through most of life's hardships, was actually very soft.

She was able to figure out that the factory was run by two living people, and she was smart and tenacious enough to negotiate with the guards and the person in charge, so she would not fail to guess the fate of these drug testers - just like she had not seen the previous batch of female workers.

The next group that arrives later probably won’t see them either.

In the following days, she verified her guess.

Goulding asked a woman who had been recently "selected" and was "working" in the office to secretly look out the window while she was busy and remember the environment outside.

Tell her when you come back at night.

It only took three or four times.

She almost reconstructed what was in the wasteland behind the factory. A mass grave.

The end point for batch after batch of drug testers.

'We're doomed, aren't we?'

The other party asked this while bandaging the woman's wound.

Goulding just shook his head.

For a period of time afterwards, she never mentioned the "future" again. She only took advantage of the time when the effect of the medicine wore off to read stories to them, make up stories, and tell them the news she "heard" from the person in charge: yes, they would indeed go through a painful and torturous dark period.

But this group of people did not dare to kill anyone.

Just like most of them thought.

The disappearance of such a large number of living people in London is already a huge case - no one can bear such responsibility.

They will sign an agreement before leaving, make commitments face to face, and receive a stern warning.

"Can you survive at all?"

the girls asked.

'At least I can survive.'

Goulding replied.

"In fact, I often saw her crying silently at night," Jim Walker sneered, "She knew that none of us would survive..."

Roland was curious.

Where did these boots come from?

"The watchers."

Jim Walker grinned: "That was also the day I learned the name of this thing."

The man tied to the tree looked downward.

"A 'strange thing', right sir?"

A pair of leather boots locked in a gold chest.

Simultaneously.

There is another letter.

When the girls in the factory had their minds tied together, even if the person in charge found a different one to serve him every night, the secret could not be kept secret for long.

“The Traveler’s Chelsea Boot,” the letter called it.

After Jim Walker finished speaking, Halida subconsciously touched her cheek.

Traveler’s…

Caries and golden boots? -
It seems that I have discovered a secret.

When Jim Walker said the 'name', the flame that had been dead in his sight for more than ten minutes finally woke up.

……

「Name」: Traveler's Chelsea Golden Boot

[Type]: Wonder Item Traveler Set (2/?)

「Description」: Half a step away.

A sophisticated traveler never lets his boots get dusty.

This pair of 'ornaments' that best reflects its elegance has rarely set foot on any road that is not covered with soft carpet.

It is not used for trekking.

It is a symbol of status.

If you get close enough to the rules, you're bound to observe some nonexistent and familiar "influence" sewn into them.

Obviously.

It comes from farther away.

——Chelsea Golden Boot can take the user anywhere he wants to go and has been.

Simultaneously.

It will also charge users upon arrival:
One foot.

Note: Golden Boots cannot tolerate sticky and humid environments. If you want to "raise" it, please be sure to give it a dry and spacious home.

Note: For neatness' sake, it also hates water, urine, the ocean, and anything else you can dish out.

Note: Once the holder uses the Chelsea Golden Boot and pays the price for it, the Golden Boot will always follow the holder until his death - until he is bewitched into wearing it a second or third time... until he can no longer pay the fare.

Note: There is no difference between hands and feet for the Chelsea Golden Boot - which is good news and bad news.

Note: If anyone can collect the entire Traveler set...

……

just now.

Roland knew why Jim Walker lived like a sailor.

(End of this chapter)