The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1061 Ch.1060 Outsider

She grasped Prol's hand in return, her lips, which Fernandez cherished dearly, hesitant to utter the fear in her heart.

Proll didn't want Gilles to be consumed by 'fear,' whatever it may be.

She told her that as the mistress of the Fonseca House, she had to go downstairs, right now, and gather the men and women there—how long would they be staying there? How long would it take for someone to come and rescue them? Would they have enough food and water? If not, how could they 'find a way' to get some from the houses on either side…

All sorts of problems.

Gilles Fonseca cannot dwell on her fears.

“Think of your sister, Gilles. Think of Deloz Fonseca—to be honest, a woman who can manipulate mice doesn’t surprise me more than a woman praised by many renowned scholars…her mind is far more powerful than your magic. My dear, you should get up.”

When facing Gilles Fonseca, Proll revealed a rare quality he never showed to other girls: gentleness and soft-spokenness.

She seems more like a mother than 'Mother Gilles'.

“I know, Proll.”

Gilles nodded slightly.

Just then, a commotion arose downstairs.

The two women quickly gathered their skirts and went downstairs, only to find several men pulling and shoving Daisy in front of the main hall. Her... her lover, Mr. Glenn, had been pushed to the ground, the vases standing on either side of him had shattered, and besides the bandages on his ankles that were starting to bleed, there were bruises on his face.

Several girls and their lovers stood around, talking, but dared not approach—the group had two short muskets.

Five men.

They just barged in like that.

Who opened the door?

"Oh my god! What happened?"

Gilles helped herself down the stairs, with Prol following behind.

Her arrival finally gave the girls present a sense of security, and they started talking all at once—these five men had originally knocked on the door of Fonseca's house just to ask for a drink of water.

Girls who lack a sense of 'disaster' will find it difficult to immerse themselves in a world where they need to be wary of everyone.

She opened the door and gave them water…

then.

"Then they were going to take Margaret away."

The girl who spoke was about twenty years old, and her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze brushing against dewdrops—if you didn't listen carefully, you would always miss a lot of important information.

Her name is Citadel, and her lover is confronting the group.

Xida.

They are the cheetahs who never speak loudly.

—The name must be changed after this incident.

Gilles looked at the girl's anxious face, pulled her into her arms, and kissed her oval face: "Nothing will happen, darling, Prol and I are here."

She had Sida follow her through the girls to the five men, where she slowly knelt.

"Gentlemen, we are not accepting guests now."

"We know perfectly well that the 'House of Fonseca' doesn't usually receive strangers—madam, the streets are teeming with rats right now, and a smart person won't wait for the Scotland Yard's young master to come and save them… I'm afraid even the palace is too busy taking care of itself."

The man in the lead had clearly just come from a nearby brothel. His clothes were disheveled, except for a meat-cutting dagger tucked into his belt.

And there's the ivory-handled musket in his hand.

It's clearly more of a 'collectible' item than a practical one—but it's still a gun.

“This has nothing to do with you injuring my guest, sir.” Perhaps it was Gilles Fonseca’s stern face that was frightening, or something else—the five men released Margaret, allowing her and Proll to help Gloen, who had fallen to the ground. Thank goodness.

This man was in the prime of his life, and as a result, he didn't lose any teeth or break any arms.

Thank goodness.

"We are from out of town, so we need a local to guide us."

The leading man lowered his arm, tapped the outside of his thigh with the muzzle of his gun, and narrowed his long, triangular eyes, scanning the crowd—almost all the girls from "Fonseca's House" were here.

Of course, there were also their lovers.

—As mentioned before, the "House of Fonseca" operates differently from most red-light district "hotels." Gilles Fonseca believed that a long-lasting, divinely protected "love" was better than the constantly changing ashes in the bowl…

of course.

Fernandez did not agree with Gilles's naive and peculiar idea.

In the tavern, he gulped down beer and, like a seasoned businessman, went on and on about what he thought was right—until Roland ended the tedious conversation with a single sentence.

'If Ms. Gilles Fonseca were running the most popular hotel on Flower Street—I mean, the way you do it, Fernandez, she wouldn't be your "dear Gilles."'

That's absolutely true.

Roland and Randolph had known each other for a long time, and through what they had seen and heard, Roland was somewhat aware of Gilles Fonseca's motives—to put it bluntly, she herself was the best role model for all girls…

Of course, his words to Fernandesti resulted in Mr. Bear getting really angry and saying that Roland had insulted his relationship with Gilles.

So, let's get back to the point.

Under Gilles's management and Prol's tutelage, the girls' "guests" were quite loyal, protecting their girls in front of outsiders.

They were about to rush up and punch the five men—London is full of tough guys.

Until they saw the gun.

Guns are unreasonable things.

“But we’re being reasonable, madam. We just need two girls—two local girls who can teach me and my friends which way to go… I don’t think any of you are unfamiliar with the way, are you? You’ve been living in London for quite some time, haven’t you?”

Gilles didn't respond to the leader's words, but Proll was somewhat tempted.

if…

It's actually a good thing that these five people were able to take two girls away.

God knows when this disaster will end.

Those who stay here will live, or those who leave will survive—Gills had told her that this 'ability' to make the rats obey wasn't always there.

Like water in a bottle.

Every 'instruction' consumes it.

Food, water, their taut patience that seemed to have snapped at some point, and the monsters lurking in the streets—

If you have two guns, five rough and savage men... but at least tough enough to protect a girl...

Maybe.

They can decide their own future.

After thinking it over, Proll decided that this was an appropriate and acceptable solution: she turned her gaze to Gilles Fonseca and asked her with her eyes if the owner of "Fonseca" would be willing to ask the girls...?
The only response she received was Gilles Fonseca's cold gaze.

"I will not hand my daughters over to a bunch of cannibalistic outsiders."

she says.

(End of this chapter)