The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1129 Food and Perception

Chapter 1129 (Ch.1128) Food and Perception

After Roland Collins's "Rose Squad" (Fernandez swore he didn't come up with the nickname; according to young York, it must have something to do with the Lady of Blades) overturned the Crimson Sons' dirty "money bag".

The outside world was in an uproar.

—With Victoria's intelligence, she certainly wouldn't spread even the slightest 'rumor' that would damage the Saviour Brotherhood at such a crucial moment.

But the people have a voice.

A handsome executive, Lord Ashley, the dirty dealings of the Saviour Brotherhood, lies, girls who became prostitutes before they were old enough—frankly, you could buy even a three-year-old if you could afford it.

But some things can't be published in the newspapers.

It cannot appear in the sunlight that occasionally pierces through the coal dust and smog.

The incident caused an uproar.

Some argue that their government shouldn't have allowed these rotten, utterly corrupt cultists the right to breathe. They argue that there must be a reason why the Crown Cult is condemned to the wall of sin and cannot be considered a legitimate religion.

of course.

There are also those who disagree with others for unclear reasons—perhaps simply to attract attention.

He told the citizens that it was a conspiracy.

Some people are unhappy that London would have more Protestants, more choices for its citizens, more fellow countrymen for its working class, and more swords for the poor to speak for them.

Roland received many invitations, mostly signed by members of the Grey Party—clearly, his actions were being questioned by his allies: the Grey Party was currently making every effort to win over these Protestants, and Roland Collins, an executive, was holding them back.

I'm not trying to sabotage them.

It's dragging down the Queen, the Empire, and the future of the Empire.

It's really puzzling.

—The letter used the word 'puzzled,' Roland thought; they probably wanted to say, 'Are you fucking crazy?'

“The Queen has a hindrance… Harida, are they implying that our supreme lady is not human?”

Halida sighed and rubbed her forehead.

The mailboxes at Collins' new house have been overflowing with letters in the past few days.

Of course, bad things are always accompanied by good things.

Two items.

—With Miss Cinder's help, she successfully advanced to the second ring.

"Battlefield Messenger".

She became more 'resilient', not only becoming adept at explosive sprints or long treks (she tried jogging from East London to South London at night), but also gaining a wealth of knowledge about 'running' and 'obstacle courses'.

It was like an instinct that suddenly awakened within the body.

more importantly.

Another characteristic of battlefield messengers: delivering messages.

Short sentences, images, or sounds.

Once she has marked her master, she can deliver important messages to Roland almost anytime, anywhere in London—once a day.

This is truly a pleasant surprise.

As for the second good thing…

Halida put down the teapot.

A series of knocking sounds came from outside the window.

A figure wearing a ram's horn mask slipped in through the window crack like a paper cutout. Harida sometimes wondered, who was thinner, Rose or 'the wind'?
It landed silently.

"You act like a big shot. I'm the one who's busy every night..."

Rose took off her mask and began to complain.

'I've been complaining more and more lately.'

Harida grumbled inwardly as she stepped forward and took the large bag hanging behind her—it was heavy and messy inside: all sorts of jewelry, cheap bowls or cutlery, some photos, pendants, a ring with a dead person's hair inside, and two pairs of wooden shoes of different sizes.

"Business is good today."

Roland joked, raising his coffee cup towards her.

Rose rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "You're really taking it easy, Your Excellency the Bishop."

They did not mention becoming gods through incense offerings.

Ever since Rose and Sender (at Sender's behest, Rose carried out the deed) spread the word about the 'Bronze-Eyed God' throughout the city for someone…

Two months?
Or two weeks.

Roland vaguely heard the sound of prayer in his head—it started as 'occasionally' and later became 'frequently'.

These strange sounds are undoubtedly highly similar to certain passages described in Enid's gift, the book "Incense to Godhood".

That is to say...

Unbeknownst to him, he was walking along the ritualistic path of some ceremony…

He even completed part of it. "You know, I wasn't really keen on responding to these 'wishes'," Roland said, taking a sip of his coffee with little interest, his deep golden eyes fixed on the brown liquid in his cup.

Rose took the hot towel from Harida and gave the maid a wry look.

She was indeed happy to join in the fun and curious whether the so-called "becoming a god through incense offerings" could truly teach her lover if she followed the steps...

Can we glimpse the secrets of the heavens?
She had this idea, and at the same time, she was sure that that bitch Cinder thought the same way.

But to say that Roland was completely 'unconcerned'...

nonsense.

Every night's actions were decided by her good cult leader himself after listening to their opinions—if he really didn't want to, who could force him?
How many tonight?

"Fifteen."

Rose dusted off her sleeves.

“I’ve repeated the ‘doctrine’ so many times—I know this stuff written by Sandel better than the Lady’s Code.”

A ritualist who feeds on plague and filth, a blessed woman favored by the gods, Lillian Rose Vansittat Shelley can say with certainty that she now has the power to stop any plague from spreading in London.

The third night.

The story of the 'tea party' has already started circulating in tabloids.

According to the public?

They are already 'famous far and wide'.

"Tea Party Under the Silver Moon" – from hanging tyrannical and bloodthirsty factory owners to curing diseases and driving away plagues today.

Rose felt that she had given too much to this sect.

What are the rest?
Some drink coffee, some serve their masters, and some spend their days dyeing their nails and curling their hair…

There's also a dead snake that disappears except when it's warming itself by the fire!
"I work even harder than the factory workers; at least they can go home at night and cuddle with their husbands to rest..."

Rose, slipping on her indoor shoes, went to Roland's side and threw herself onto the sofa.

You can too, miss!

The maid in the shadows clenched her fists silently.

This is a good opportunity…

Harida would much rather Rose be her mistress than Shandel Kratofer—at least Rose wouldn't smile and hand her a paper bag, telling her it contained someone's lungs.

of course.

turn out.

Rose yawned and stretched slightly.

then.

Start researching those 'thank you gifts'.

Harida: ...

The maid was annoyed.

But then...

A sigh of relief?

"However, I'm almost at the Second Ring Road, Roland."

Second Ring Road.

Roland was not surprised at all.