The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 769 Ch.768 The Rise of a Storm (Additional)

Holy Cross.

church.

But the two guards Roland could not stop her from coming in every now and then to bring him food.

'You want to starve him to death?'

'No.'

The watcher replied.

'We gave him water and bread.'

The caretakers are under a lot of pressure.

Especially when facing Cinder Kratov, the blood relative of the famous Bishop of Whitehall, a genius ritualist of the original church, and a noble lady who was rumored to have been selected as a candidate for the Saint...

She is more aristocratic than aristocrats.

Bluer than blue blood.

No fool would go against such a person.

'Water and bread?'

Shandel laughed.

'My Roland doesn't eat these. I prepared red wine, whiskey, freshly squeezed juice, steak and smoked fish, some hot egg tarts, sweet soups and the like... all very ordinary snacks.'

first.

This is not a 'snack'.

Not ordinary either.

The guard smelled the warm aroma from the bamboo basket and swallowed silently.

Secondly.

Roland Collins in custody.

How can I deserve all this food?

'That is not allowed, miss.'

One of the two guards, the bravest one, interrupted.

Shandel was not angry, but asked the name of this loyal gentleman with a smile.

'Hughes.'

He held his head high as if he had received a compliment.

The other one looked stunned.

turn out to be--

This lady is nothing like what was rumored!

He was touched by her understanding, understanding that they were just following procedures, but he was also jealous of the men in the detention room, jealous that there was such a beautiful girl with such an extraordinary background outside who was worried about him.

'My name is Roger, miss.'

So he hurriedly said his name.

Shandel was delighted.

'I'll tell my grandfather, Mr. Hughes, Mr. Roger. When you stopped me, one of you touched my neck with your palm, and the other squeezed my wrist...'

Hughes: ...

Roger: ...

The two guards looked at each other.

'Ms. Kratov...'

With a look of fear on his face, Shandel put one hand on his chest and took a half step back.

Then she was allowed to visit.

Permanent.

——She stayed in there for half an hour. When she came out, her face was flushed and she thanked the two of them specially.

Also apologized.

She lifted her skirt slightly and bent her knees slightly. Her eyes filled with venom and her sweet girlish smile should not appear on the same face at all.

'Can I come tomorrow?'

In short.

The guards suffered greatly.

——Why did they have to go to all this trouble?

then.

During the time of detention.

Roland had rarely seen the two guards - usually they would just poke their heads out from the cracks in the iron gate, with at most a pair of eyes showing: "Good day, sir."

After saying that, he quickly shrank back.

There were times when Roland even thought that this was a form of punishment in the church.

perhaps…

Want to bore him to death?

Fortunately, Peter Heller arrived not long after.

The old gentleman had a gloomy face and his leather heels tapped loudly on the hard stone slabs.

You can see that he is very angry.

"Do you know what you have done?"

There was an extra pair of chairs facing each other and a table covered with iron sheets in the detention room.

"I swear on this, Mr. Heller, by the All-Father. I was attacked by those little bastards."

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Peter Heller leaned his cane against the table and sat down with a sneer. "Attack? Roland Collins, can the people in the church let you go with this excuse?"

"Or 'I'm in a hurry to get into the poker tournament'..."

Peter Heller rubbed his brows and said in a hoarse voice: "Roland, some things only look at the results and not the reasons. Do you know? Because of your 'attack', the Noti Golden Lamp, which was originally closed, is now facing a complete 'clean-up'."

"What big cleanup?"

"A nationwide cleanup," said Peter Heller.

This matter has caused really big trouble.

In Britain and Turkey, brothels with "Golden Lanterns of Noti" are no longer allowed to exist.

To be honest, there are still many "righteous people" in the circle - although they are not very self-disciplined in private, the bloody incident that broke out at the moment has undoubtedly touched the bottom line of these people.

At most, they would have secret meetings with a few married women or married men.

Even if you hire a servant, scold him a few times, or have a late-night meeting with a maid who wants a pay raise - you can't be so crazy as to sew him into a pet dog.

Raising (conditioning) humans into animals?

Grinding living people into powder?

Selling all kinds of parts like cattle?

That's crazy.

Now, the name "Noti's Golden Lamp" has become notorious and everyone is calling for its destruction - although due to the whirlpool (the loss of several "unpious", "privately violating doctrines" and "self-willed" believers), this wave has not completely affected the church that reveres nature itself.

But they also know that there will be no more income from this in the short term.

Even if you change the name, you still have to wait for some time.

——Besides that, there is another interesting thing.

In newspapers, salons, and public forums, there are endless people who denounce and express grief, but not a single person can be found who has actually been to the Noti Golden Lamp to purchase the services of those poor children.

Whether man or woman.

At most, he admitted that he had been to the first floor, had a small gathering with friends, ordered some drinks and snacks, and smoked two cigars.

By the way.

His friends agreed with him.

So who went to the Noti Golden Lamp?

Who contributed to this huge, dark and bloody den?

Maybe someone from the East End.

Those poor people who can’t afford to eat, buy shoes, or get married.

They went.

Maybe most of the traffickers are people like them.

——When someone actually made such remarks in public, condemnation of such slanderous remarks filled every inch of the newspaper.

'Yes, the wealthy workers of the East End can certainly walk in through the doors of Notty's Golden Lamp, except for the bakers, who don't start work until ten at night.'

"We can make children under thirteen work sixteen hours a day in the midst of lint and coughing, so how can we blame what is happening now: Praise the Golden Lamp of Noti! You saved the children!"

'Honestly, the gentleman's other remarks are more worthy of reflection: If those children feel uncomfortable, why don't they speak up? My God! This is simply the best question of the century! '

'His suspicion is logical. Ladies and Gentlemen, he can speak like this in public, what else can you not accept?'

The amazing thing is.

When this shameless thing jumps out, the ink splashes in the condemnation, the disposal of those 'goods' and the exploration and discussion of the great vortex, other religions and some monsters in the more invisible shadows behind this case...

Come to an abrupt stop.

so.

"You realize how much trouble you're in, right?"

Peter Heller taps the table with his fingers, and even the most unruly cold iron tabletop will become docile and pious under the irresistible grace of God.