The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1060 Ch.1059 The Disaster of the House of Fonseca
For Tom Linus, the failed attack on Shelley Park wasn't a real failure—he didn't care much about Thomas Terry's life or death, just as he had never truly 'resurrected' his daughter Madeline Terry.

Once ink falls into clear water, you can never separate them again.

The same goes for departed souls.

But there's one thing Lynas can guarantee.

Madeline Terry was unable to pass through the Wall of Eternity to reach the afterlife she believed in—she also could not go to Heaven, Hell, or any other sanctuary established by the gods.

She died a horrific death, but even in death, she fulfilled her last remaining purpose: she bewitched her father, causing a great piece of news to spread throughout London…

In the future, it will spread throughout the entire empire.

of course.

Right now, all that can be heard throughout the city are the cries and wails of its citizens.

Many were terrified by the overwhelming tide, and even more astonished by the power of those 'possessing magic' who were once legendary in the empire—this was no mere 'trick'.

Fire, frost.

A green-robed man drew a knife and shield from the tree trunk and commanded hunting dogs and falcons.

Once the ritual practitioners confirmed the mode of transmission of the plague, they finally bravely took to the streets, bringing hope to the citizens of hell…

It also taught the citizens to realize that they seemed to have fallen into a huge lie.

The place where they had lived for decades was home to a group of people who possessed magical abilities.

Spells.

This is the ability to conjure fire with bare hands—the church, the government, political parties… even the Queen, and they just kept it from them like that?!
It wasn't a rat infestation, but a strange sight that you might never see before you die.

These people cursed as they followed the orders of some unknown ritual master, igniting flammable materials and moving in batches and columns, hanging torches from house to house.

The sun will forever shine on the land of the empire, and the people of the empire will forever bask in its glory—after the outbreak of the rat plague, the city of London was the first to achieve 'never sleeping'.

The mouse quickly retreated into the darkness.

After the first wave caused the most damage, fire was once again brought to the forefront, becoming a beacon of hope for human survival.

of course.

In the darkness, besides the swarms of rats hiding everywhere, there are also some people who can control the rats...

Is this considered a 'reward' for ordinary people?

Aside from authors who specialize in writing long, boring stories, no one knew—and Gilles Fonseca was no exception.

She had the same question.

Is this considered a 'reward'?

The woman sitting on the leather sofa looked at her palm.

Behind her was an expensive, deep blue draped curtain inlaid with gold thread, and brass ornaments hung on the lead-gray wallpaper.

A grandfather clock sits in the corner.

Instead of the usual candles that courtesans need, the walnut cabinet was filled with large intestine boxes (Fernandez usually didn't want to use them, but she forced him to; Gilles was no longer a naive young girl).

She crossed her legs and draped them diagonally across the sofa, wearing a dark blue indoor dress that covered her completely.

The woman who ran the brothel named after herself had a solemnity and dignity on her face that was completely out of character—when all of London was in great trouble, the "House of Fonseca" was naturally not exempt.

(Although, to keep the story 'interesting,' it would be even more interesting if prostitutes and homeless people weren't attacked.)
Some dirty rats crawled out from the corner of the wall, climbed onto people, and ate their flesh and blood: the first to discover this were Mr. Groen and his companion, Gilles Fonseca's 'daughter,' a fifteen-year-old girl nicknamed 'Little Daisy.'

Miss Margaret and Mr. Glorn were the great benefactors of the entire Fonseca house—they were the first to discover the rats eating human flesh and biting Mr. Glorn's ankle. Margaret knocked on Gilles Fonseca's door.

He woke up his mother, who believed she was immersed in the illusion of 'manipulating mice'.

As for whether the walls of their room were particularly favored by mice… no. Forty-three-year-old Mr. Groen, with his little daisy—a symbol of innocence and youthful naiveté—ran off to the kitchen…

While 'busy', several rats crawled out of the jar and bit my ankle.

seriously.

Gilles Fonseca always wanted to find a day to completely rename these girls—one that reflected their personalities, rather than the complete opposite.

According to Deloz, her golden-eyed cat, which she hasn't yet successfully captured, loves to name people...

The man appeared polite, with elegant manners and a humorous way of speaking; it seemed that giving women a few names wouldn't be difficult for him.

“They’re everywhere outside.”

Gilles Fonseca looked up at the sound.

A voluptuous and beautiful woman, as voluptuous as a dahlia, closed the window and returned—this was the second 'lady' of the "House of Fonseca," the 'manager' second only to Gilles Fonseca.

They called her Ms. Proll.

Daisy, or other girls generally called Deloz Fonseca by her name, and Gilles was often called 'Gil' or 'Gil'—even little 'Gigi' or 'my golden mother'.

But they rarely joked with Proll.

The brightly dressed young women were among the most perceptive people in the city. Prol had not only spent a considerable amount of time at the Fonseca House, but had also risen from the role of 'host' to 'manager' many years ago.

She was responsible for training and instructing the young women who were just starting out and preparing to "do big things".

For example, Mr. Groen is a big deal for Miss Daisy and Miss Margaret.

She had been trained under Ms. Proll for several months, and even now, the voluptuous woman would occasionally utter a few words of advice—such as not being allowed to 'go crazy' when her blood was boiling, or saying those insane things that would embarrass Ms. Proll herself…

Men certainly love crazy talk, just as a coachman loves a horse that runs faster the more he whips it: this almost immediate feedback makes the coachman feel that the whip in his hand is more powerful than the scepter in the queen's arms.

But crazy talk cannot include 'learn to bark like a dog'.

Mr. Groen was a tolerant man; according to Proll's analysis, Daisy just needed to obediently call him "Father"...

Bark like a dog.

Gilles even spoke up for her.

Proll walked to the sofa and saw Gilles Fonseca staring intently at her palm. He sat down next to her with annoyance and grabbed the woman's wrist.

“‘If you don’t hold a pen, no one will know you can’t read’—don’t be so stupid, Gilles.”

In the instant the rat infestation broke out, thanks to Daisy and Mr. Gloen's reminder, Gilles Fonseca quickly brought the rats under control—which also saved the precious flesh and blood of the guests and girls in the villa.

Even though Gilles had been using her power very discreetly.

A few people did hear Gilles 'instruct' the rats to leave.

Proll, Daisy, and Mr. Groen.

“Margaret can keep her mouth shut—I’ll be watching her. As for Mr. Groen…”

Remembering that middle-aged gentleman who had been barking incessantly, Proll gave Gilles a strange look and assured her that Margaret would definitely be able to keep her lover in check.

“I’m not worried about that…” Gilles Fonseca hesitated before continuing.

(End of this chapter)