The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1010 Ch.1009 Waves
One week after the disaster struck.

Almost all factories in London have stopped operating—almost meaning that a small number are still belching black smoke all day long.

Because the shrewd factory owner realized what this disaster would bring and what prices would skyrocket—even if it meant paying each worker an extra penny or two, he wanted to ensure his money-printing machine would run smoothly during this massive stroke of luck…

what?
Are you worried about getting sick?
Add two more pence, and there will be more people scrambling for the job than fleas on their bodies.

The London government has taken no action. According to Rose, these high-ranking officials have been meeting for two days straight, staying up all night to discuss how to appear more humorous – some of them even suggested sending all those suspected of being ill to the suburbs.

"If these people don't go to hell, I really don't know what the selection criteria for hell are." The curly-haired girl wanted to swear.

midnight.

Fairy Ring.

In the spacious room where one person was missing, black tea was being simmered warm.

The fireplace was steaming.

Snow is falling outside the window.

“I haven’t heard from Xander for a long time. I’ve been to church a few times…” Roland stroked the wide-mouthed porcelain cup in his hand, while Harida sat to his left. “You’d better tell James Shelley to keep an eye on the servants in the house—this disaster is no ordinary one. I’ve seen those who are sick… Rose, you absolutely don’t want to know what kind of torment they’ve suffered.”

It's not just the torment of the illness.

"In fact, I almost saw it with my own eyes."

Rose has been very angry these days.

There was a maidservant who served her, a girl who was only thirteen years old. She happened to go out to see her mother and fell ill. Old Tom discovered her in time and sent her to the Inspectorate—she was supposed to be transferred to Beatrice or some other hospital after leaving a record at the Inspectorate.

result.

The supervisory bureau, however, insisted on making a big fuss. They took people and escorted her through the streets and alleys to the girl's house, where they also kidnapped her mother. Perhaps they rarely had the opportunity to display their authority in front of the citizens, so they seized this opportunity and did everything in their power.

They beat the mother and daughter in public, berating her for nearly killing her daughter: 'This disease is so dangerous! If you had even a shred of conscience, you wouldn't have held your daughter after contracting it—now, you're dragging her to hell!'

For the first time in recent times, citizens have shown such support for the inspectorate's bird-faced man.

They spat at her, saying she was a night worker and didn't even know who her daughter's father was.

"She swallowed a lot of nails at the supervisory bureau."

Rose said coldly.

"died."

I doubt that anyone suffering from this unprecedented disease would blame a mother who is illiterate.

The citizens hated her even more than the disease itself.

This infuriated Rose.

More interesting.

When rumors began to circulate that anyone who voluntarily went to the hospital after contracting the disease would receive an unknown amount of gold pounds, the number of people 'contracting the disease' increased.

So the bird-faced men sprang into action, escorting the patients to the hospital—

But the doctors were surprised to find that the vast majority of these 'patients' were not sick at all.

It's just a cough.

Or diarrhea.

They stayed in the hospital for three or four days, where nurses and doctors examined them from head to toe more than ten times, and they stayed with those who were actually sick—and soon, they did indeed get sick too.

Who would spread such a message to the citizens?

"What's going on with this world?" The girl was completely baffled.

What puzzled her even more was that yesterday morning, London newspapers unanimously sent the citizens a piece of good news: the deputy headmaster of Beatles, along with his students, had found a way to exorcise the monster.

A mixed-type medication has shown initial effectiveness, but further observation is needed—the vice president is urging citizens to use mercury to boil their bodies, which can inhibit the spread of toxins…

If we just wait another half month, we can extinguish this raging fire that has not yet spread, and let time dispel the smoke of despair.

“But you’re telling me there’s absolutely no clue how to treat this illness, isn’t that right?” Rose asked.

"No, Rose. Kingsley is with Florence every day, he knows exactly how things are going... How are you and Mr. Shelley?"

Rose said that James and Tom were both healthy, and at least they had taken sufficiently strict precautions: the Shelleys had stored up a lot of food and wine, enough to feed them all for six months—if the epidemic hadn't improved by then…

There's probably no need to worry about these things anymore.

Right now, even the most oblivious person can hear the cries and sobs emanating from the city. On the deserted streets, time seems to drag on and on—it must be admitted that when disaster strikes, the human eye can 'see' it.

As the entire colorful city gradually turns gray.

As the fog grew thicker.

When bird-faced people began to attempt to separate some of the most diseased areas and cities—like the Father God cutting the world apart, creating continents and oceans, and isolated islands not within them.

Loud shouts won't scare away the germs.

Every terrified citizen could only frantically strike a match, trying the simplest way to expel the toxins—and incidentally, also drive away the lives of their entire family.

Rose shook her head, no longer wanting to mention those terrible, tearful, mundane things.

“Old Tom said the price of mercury on the market has increased fivefold. To be honest, I even suspect that the vice dean’s family is in the business of mercury…” As she spoke, she 'casually' asked about Xander’s situation.

This made Roland unable to keep a smile on his face.

"Don't act like a monkey! I was just asking 'casually'—you don't actually think I'm worried about her, do you? Worried about a crazy woman?"

Roland was certain that she was worried about Xander.

"I'd rather be a follower of 'The Black Jar' than ever be friends with her... Can you please stop laughing?"

During their conversation, they talked about the strange things that had happened recently, and Roland told Rose the story of Theodore Gabriel Thackeray and Vanessa.

The thief was very surprised.

Just like Halida.

She found it hard to believe that such a person existed in the world—how did he make a living… no, no, I should say, how did he survive until now?
"They should have been completely scammed long ago."

Roland shook his head: "I don't believe any swindler would dare to deceive a 'Green Knight.' Rose, the Fifth Ring Ritualist, is far more skilled at deception and twisting minds than the most astute businessman..."

"Was he born a member of the Fifth Ring Road?" Rose curled her lip. "There must be something wrong with this guy's head... But, creating dreams? How does that feel?"

She missed the Thunderstorm Ritual and couldn't try the blood wine.

The future that is visible to the naked eye.

She will never have another chance.

"Just like a normal dream. Frankly, it's hard for ordinary people to tell the difference between reality and illusion... What kind of eyesight do you have?"

“Take it, Roland. This power is fascinating…”

Rose stared longingly at Roland, urging him to deceive that foolish knight.

(End of this chapter)