The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 163 Marvolo Heyman

When Randolph Taylor left, Marvolo's face became completely gloomy.

Go talk to Enid Jutia?
Talk about shit.

Why should he talk to that crazy woman?

Taylor's little fox...

It seems that like his father, he has not integrated into the ideas of the nobles.

The old man's eyes were cold as he stared closely at the tall woman kneeling in front of him.

"Now, you can talk, Annie."

His voice was thick and deep, and sounded particularly suppressed.

"I let you cooperate with Jasmine and contact another world - this is already a great gift. A vile and shameless deformed weirdo dared to mess up my big business and hurt my child..."

His voice became slower and slower, and finally, almost every word turned into a slap on Anne's face:

"How... dare you?"

The brick surface was hard and cold.

Anne gently placed the wine glass on the table beside her.

Touch the ground with your head.

"Mr. Heyman, I have no idea how those black crows found the party..."

Heyman pulled his face, the skin was pulled up, but there was not enough flesh inside. This made him look like he was not really smiling, but rather had a hideous feeling like a human skin mask.

"The Inquisition..."

Heyman shook the wine glass lightly and pointed it at the kneeling figure in front of him: the six-foot-tall giant was covered with a layer of blood.

"How's Andrew?"

He was asking Louis Heyman who was standing next to him.

"After the ceremony was interrupted, the Black Crows took them to the church for treatment. Father, I'm afraid they will use this incident to..."

Old Heyman waved his hand and said, "I will find time to meet Lord Hefer... This group of 'messengers of justice' have no need to exist. If we were not as kind as the church, we would not want to see war."

The red-haired man paused, then bowed and whispered, "…My brother has been close to the private alliance recently."

"Merchants?" Old Heyman's face slightly changed, and then he shook his head: "Impossible, those merchants don't want to offend us easily."

Louis hesitated: "Could it be..."

"It doesn't matter who it is." Marvolo Heyman shook his head and looked at his son gently: "You look very much like me, like me when I was young. Louis, although Lady Chloe has done you a favor, I hope you understand that the blood of the Heyman family flows in your veins, and you must live up to your family name."

"You are so smart, you must understand what I am talking about, right?"

Louis remained silent, lowered his head, turned around, and picked up a metal box that had been placed in the corner long ago.

“This is this month’s share.”

The rusty iron box was lined with black velvet and contained fifteen crystal clear light red diamond-shaped crystals.

Old Heyman pinched out five of them, closed the box, and asked Louis to keep them.

Then, he threw one to the woman kneeling in front of him.

A crystal the size of a fingernail, with a faint red color flowing through it.

"How are you, my dear Anne?"

As Old Heyman spoke, he placed the crystal on the rim of the glass.

let go.

It fell silently into the wine.

The rosy-bead-like condensate immediately boiled the cold wine, like a continuously bubbling spring of blood, but what gushed out was not liquid, but scarlet blood mist.

Marvolo Hayman held the cup in both hands with a pious expression, squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath of the gradually swirling mist.

Those are the sweet and fishy dewdrops invisible to the naked eye, formed from the flesh and blood of mortals, flowing under the skin and flesh of living higher beings. They are absorbed and solidified by the ritualists using a special magic method, and each one is extremely precious.

“…This is the most amazing and useful thing I have ever seen in my life.”

He inhaled for a long while until the red mist gradually dissipated.

Old Heyman slowly raised his eyes.

There was a strange look flickering in his cloudy pupils.

He went from being a sleepy old man to being energetic and full of vitality like a young man.

"We share the same fate, but fate is not immutable. There is always an unpredictable force that can modify this predetermined outcome... Anne, I gave you the power to escape death."

He saw the woman kneeling in front of him carefully pick up the crystal and hold it in her hands, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"Our brains have grown beyond what they should have, which means that our wisdom is far superior to that of ordinary people. We don't need those barbers to saw open our skulls and manipulate us like livestock. As long as you come closer to me and kneel before the Heiman family forever..."

Old Heyman's eyes were burning: "Then you will live forever."

Anne bowed her head: "I am at your service."

"You have dealt with the people from Cradle of Flesh and Blood before, so you should know that they will never communicate with you on an equal footing. So Annie, do the job I assign to you..."

He smiled and tapped his forehead with his finger: "We both know each other. The pain in the head can drive people crazy."

Anne lowered her head even lower.

"How old is my little toy?"

"Four hundred."

"not enough."

Anne said in a low voice: "Sir, if the Elephant Gang continues to expand endlessly, I will not be able to control it. As the members of the gang become more and more chaotic, we are about to become a thorn in the eyes of those black people..."

Old Heyman said slowly, "You don't have to worry about the black skin, Annie. Don't you know how powerful I am? Keep expanding until I say stop - there are plenty of low-class people in this city, right?"

Anne nodded: "I understand."

"My people will help you detonate the bomb then... My giant, I guess you don't care about this little toy, do you? Compared to your own life... Is the Elephant Gang more important?"

The woman looked indifferent: "I don't need the Elephant Gang, but the Elephant Gang needs me, Mr. Heyman. If these lowly people can play a small role in your great cause, it is their honor... I will kneel in front of you until you don't need me anymore."

"I won't need you, Annie." Heyman said softly, "When this is over, I will prepare a brand new identity for you."

The woman below crawled again until she was allowed to do so, then she stood up and quietly left the room.

When she left, only the father and son were left.

"People call her 'Diamond Annie,'" Old Hyman said to himself. "How much flesh and blood can these diamonds tear off... Look at her, Louis."

Louis stared. "I don't think she would do anything stupid, Father. She has felt the pain from the flesh, and she also longs for our clothes and higher seats - this obscene and deformed monster knows how to choose."

On one side was his life, a glorious future, a respected status, wine, champagne, banquets and servants.

On the other side, there was her little underdog gang, a 'family' of criminals.

A smart person knows how to choose.

Old Heyman didn't seem to agree with his son's words. He stared at the boiling wine that had already turned black, shook his head slowly, and murmured: "These people at the bottom are the support and guarantee of power, but at the same time, they are also our biggest enemy..."

"Keep an eye on her, Louis."

The son beside him listened quietly and nodded: "I understand, father." After that, he paused and said: "Brother and sister..."

Marvolo Heyman turned his head to the side, lost in thought.

In the dim light, flesh and blood were slowly moving beneath his wrinkled skin.

"A gentleman should not try to reason with a mad dog."

"Talk to its owner."

(End of this chapter)