The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 209 Ch.208 Conspiracy
Marvolo Hayman called Victoria a 'rebellious little girl'.

Because ever since she sat in that chair, every decision she made was directed at the secret party - just like a child who doesn't consider or care about the consequences.

She had no idea who really controlled the country.

She thought it was her.

But apparently not.

Both Charles Chloe and Mr. Paul Heffer hope to give her some small "warnings": she can dress up her favorite dolls as she pleases, but try not to interfere with adults' work.

For example, echoing the idiots in Congress whose heads are full of tomato juice, about "reform", "coal law", "workers' rights"...

This is not something she should consider.

She should have been married, and stayed with her dear Francis, and walked in the garden every day, and perhaps given the gardener some 'original' advice on the way he should trim the flowers, instead of telling the whole country what to do.

She simply did not understand that many things could not be confused.

For example, cats and dogs.

Such as the sky and the earth.

For example, men and women.

For example, the poor and the rich.

Such as nobles and others.

Forcing these things that don't belong in the same place together will lead to chaos.

The secret parties allowed wealthy businessmen to interfere in some political affairs, allowing them to express their views on the country while fighting with the workers. This was already the biggest concession they had made.

Now, these people are going to 'invent' newer things?

"If the reform bill passes, the next step will be the coal mines, and then I'm afraid they will talk about the rights of the lower class. I can't imagine that one day Congress will be occupied by these people - we have to pay at least three times more wages to the cleaning maids, otherwise we can't clean the mud from their soles and nails."

The thought of such a scene and working with those people made Marvolo Heyman feel ashamed from the bottom of his heart.

“They demanded that their living and working conditions be improved and that the most basic human rights be protected… We are in the same country and speak the same language, Louis, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.”

Louis Hyman took the cigar handed to him by the maid, put the head into the metal cutter, cut off the cap, and handed it to his father.

Then, he lit it for him with a lighter.

"You shouldn't be angry about this, Father. They can't do it."

"I'm afraid they can." Old Heyman held a lit cigar but didn't smoke it. He just stared at the wisp of smoke rising up and said in a flat voice: "Lord Hefer said that our supreme lady is not very well-behaved in private..."

"She has a lot of help."

Marvolo Heyman felt extremely angry at the mention of 'helpers'.

"We are orthodox. What have we been defending? She actually stood with that group of people against us..."

Anyone with a keen eye can sense the increasingly acute contradictions in this country, and at this time, "orthodoxy" is particularly important.

Marvolo Heyman and his companions never thought that the ignorant girl would choose to support the other side at such a critical moment.

"Let the workers participate in running the country. Did she eat too many desserts and something went wrong with her brain?"

Louis Hyman disagreed. "I don't think that's entirely the lady's idea, father. The Grays are always cunning."

Marvolo Heyman's face was as gloomy as water.

"I don't want anything to go wrong, Louis."

"Absolutely not, father," Louis Hyman responded, placing a bone flute gently on the table.

A flute made from the bones of an unknown creature.

Gray and porous.

Consumable Wonderful Item.

It only works for those who do not master the secrets. The flesh and blood of creatures that swallow its bone powder will explode like dynamite at the end of a fuse when the flute sounds.

There was a roar of flesh and blood for a moment.

"Most of the Elephant Gang have already taken it. And just now, our Ms. Anne..." Louis Hyman said sarcastically: "This is probably the last piece of cake she will have in her life."

"She's investigating the ritualists, looking for some knowledge she shouldn't have." Marvolo picked up the bone flute and played with it in his hands. "I've always known."

'Diamond Annie' is not a woman who stays content.

Since she was able to walk step by step from a remote county to London, form a gang and become the leader, she is definitely not an ordinary "lady".

Her ambition was as obvious as the gentleman's hats that were getting taller and taller.

"So is her stupidity," Louis teased.

This woman is dumber than a donkey for thinking she could do this and survive.

After this incident, the Elephant Gang could no longer exist from top to bottom.

——These days, the Elephant Gang has grown wildly under Marvolo's suggestion, gathering criminals and vagrants, both men and women. On a special day, they will take to the streets together and shout against the proposals that have been repeatedly discussed.

They would walk through the streets and alleys towards the most important palace in the city of London.

Countless people will join them, and before anyone knows it, the team will grow into a force that cannot be ignored.

They shouted their objections, and gathered in front of the palace.

then.

They will come one by one, one after another...

Explode.

"Because of Andrew and Judy, the mosquito of the Inquisition sucked a drop of blood from the Heyman family. So, this time, the Inquisition and my rebellious girl will have to pay the price for this drop of blood."

Marvolo Hayman placed the bone flute back on the table.

Many people knew that the Elephant Gang led by Anne had contacted the Heyman family, the secret party.

Then, when these marchers controlled by the secret party were suddenly attacked, Diamond Annie, the leader of the Elephant Gang, died in public in some incomprehensible way.

Doubts will inevitably come to the Gray Party.

Like Charles Chloe killing doubters and looking through someone's memories.

The ritualists' disputes require reasons but not evidence.

Marvolo couldn't provide evidence that they did it, but the Gray Party couldn't provide evidence that they didn't do it either.

In reality, some of the secret party members did lose people.

Hundreds and thousands of people died.

The ritualists broke the rules.

Who is most likely?

"We abide by the rules, but if this time, the other party is not happy to do so - just like those inferior dogs of the Inquisition."

"Then after this time, we don't have to comply."
In fact, Marvolo Heyman hoped that they would break the rules and let those who have been neutral in the secret party take a look.

When the war really begins, they will definitely have the advantage.

"The court is not important, and Victoria is not important either. Louis, what is important is ourselves. We need to remind those sleepy lions who think today is the same as the past. As the times continue to move forward, someone must stand up to maintain traditional interests - and retreating once means retreating all the time."

"They always compare us and the Grays to two sides of the same coin."

“But we are not the opposite.”

“We are the metal itself.”

(End of this chapter)