The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 214 Ch.213 Counterattack
Once you know the answer to something, the process becomes boring.

Marvolo Heyman didn't see that as arrogance.

This was just the pity of the knights on horseback wearing strong armor towards the unarmed refugees.

His eyes followed the marching crowd, but he was thinking about the next or the next question.

"Prepare the carriage, Louis. Let us witness the wonderful moment."

Rose squeezed into this blind queue, in the cold winter day, following the shouting "sevenpence" to a conspiracy that surfaced.

They marched through the streets and alleys to accommodate more marchers or people of interest, gathering during this only half day of rest.

“…We are going to be recorded in history.”

Rose followed the team and chatted with the woman next to them.

"Child, only bleeding will be recorded." The woman was very open-minded. "It's just a few screams. It's not as worthy of the attention of the gentlemen as those women in the red street."

She was very optimistic and evidently thought that she would soon receive her sevenpence.

But when? With whom?

There is only one answer to these two questions for her:
"Everyone says there is. If there isn't by then, we won't agree to it."

The men and women around also echoed in unison.

They think that someone might be able to fool one, ten, or even forty or fifty of them, but no one can fool a thousand of them at the same time, in the same place, and at the same time.

'We don't agree to that.'

The man swung the pole vigorously.

Rose's question hit the mark, and soon, in addition to the voices of objection, many people joined the conversation, with her at the center.

They wasted at least an hour speculating about the identity of the organizer of the march and discussing who they would ask for the seven pence if no one gave them.

"The leader seems to be called Diamond."

One woman said: "We went to her... oh, how shameless."

A man said, "This is the first time I've heard of a woman doing this kind of work...By the way, maybe we'll put it in the newspaper? How am I dressed today?"

They were laughing and joking, and gradually, no one questioned the purpose of the march, nor what they were about to encounter - the police from Scotland Yard did not react quickly, but still managed to stop this huge artificial tsunami on the banks of the Thames.

They rode on horses, armed with clubs or guns, and used the horses to form a long rope to confine the crowd to a short distance from Westminster Abbey - never allowing them to move forward to the palace of the Supreme Lady.

Once it gets to that point, there's no going back.

Only one thing was overlooked.

The crowd has no purpose.

They were huge and disorderly, and the noise had already spread to the end of the street as soon as their footsteps met - no one stopped them, so these men and women never knew how to stop or leave enough buffer space for themselves in front, behind, left and right.

And when the police suddenly stopped the 'head' in the front, the 'bodies' began to collide and squeeze each other.

They pushed the people who stopped in front of them, but were immediately pushed by the people behind them.

The man in front turned around, cursing "There's no way forward", and tried to tell the troops behind him - but before he could pass on the message, he was quickly squeezed into an even narrower can.

From the perspective of the police on horseback, the group of people quickly formed a quagmire where everyone was trampling on each other, with only arms sticking out.

Rose ducked to avoid shoulders and arms, and moved forward nimbly and quickly.

She didn't know what the end of the parade would be, and she couldn't convince Anne - 'Just die, it's better to die than to hurt others', she couldn't say such words to Anne.

She just decided to end this non-blood relationship once and for all, hoping to see Annie one last time.

I hope to see her put on a lady's long dress, get her wish, and never appear in the South District or the East District again.

When the black-robed thief struggled forward, the church had already been notified.

Countless detective teams from the Supervisory Bureau arrived at the scene, waiting for final instructions.

This matter had nothing to do with the Inquisition, but Roland and Cinder quietly followed a team of Inspectorate detectives' carriage around the riverside - because he heard the name of the leader from Cinder.

Diamond Annie.

"From today on, I no longer need the nickname 'Diamond'."

At the front of the crowd, a tall woman took off her rings one by one, looking up at the policemen on horses and the detectives leaning against the carriage, as if she was waiting for something.

Waiting for the turmoil in the quagmire behind, waiting for the signal from the Heyman family.

“…Annie.”

It took Rose a lot of effort to get from the end of the team to the front.

Anne's location.

“…Annie!” she called out, and several familiar faces from the gang turned around and greeted her with a smile.

"Lillian!"

"Hey, where have you been lately?"

“We’re doing something big!”

They gathered around chattering, completely unaware that Rose had been beaten and imprisoned.

——Then you must not know anything about the baby.

Rose thought.

She forced a smile and responded with a few words, then looked sadly at the woman who turned around.

Anne was looking at her too.

'Annie...'

Rose murmured, and stepped forward. She was wearing something particularly bright today, brighter than ever before.

A scarlet long skirt.

"Am I pretty today?" Anne weighed the diamond ring in her hand and asked with a smile, "Do I look like a real lady?"

Rose opened her mouth, but her voice was lost in the noise.

She used her large hands to push back Rose's hood, gently smoothed her tangled curls, and pinched her chin.

Look at her emerald green eyes with a hint of water.

"Lillian Rose Vansittart."

Anne sighed.

"You have to grow up."

She pulled her hood up again and stuffed something into Rose's hands without saying a word.

—Her sharp diamond rings.

Diamond Annie came from the ring, and today she will disappear when the ring leaves.

"The world is big."

She looked at Rose deeply, lowered her lips, and turned to face the carriages across the street.

“Only when a young animal sees blood can it truly learn to survive.”

A curtain was drawn aside.

The people inside the car were revealed - Marvolo Hyman and his son Louis Hyman.

The old man waved to her.

it's time to.

Anne suddenly raised her arms and shouted:
“We want the right to vote!”

Then the crowd followed suit and shouted, “We want the right to vote!”

“We want reform!”

People also followed suit: "We want reform!"

She shouted, "We want a vacation!"

This easy-to-understand sentence deserves a louder call: "We want a vacation!"

Finally, she roared, "Get the women and children out of the mines!"

Then the crowd also shouted: "Let the women and children leave the mine!"

When 'We want the vote' was shouted out --

Marvolo Heyman was furious!
It shouldn’t be like this…

It shouldn't be like this!

What they had agreed on before was: 'oppose' reform!!

Yes, I am against it!!

It shouldn’t be like this…

This bitch!!
He suddenly broke the cigar in his hand before he could light it, and glared at the woman standing in the front of the crowd!
"How dare she!!"

Marvolo Heyman pounded his legs and growled, "How dare she--!!"

Like a mind struck by thunder, after a brief blankness, there is only an outburst of anger.

It was not until a few breaths later, until the "mine" ended and the crowd began to repeat, that Marvolo Heyman remembered something that made him shudder:
No matter what, the flute will sound on time.

So, the ones caught in this mousetrap are... the secret party.

it's him.

Marvolo Heyman.

This group of people supported the Gray Party's proposal so much that they launched a march - so who is most likely to get angry and kill them?
The trap he had set for his enemies, which was difficult to prove himself, now appeared openly under his feet.

“Stop her!!”

Marvolo Hyman suddenly turned his head, grabbed his son's lapel with both hands, and pulled it again and again!
"Stop her! Stop him!"

He - the one who was arranged in the crowd early, waiting to play the flute after the cheers.

"Stop him Louis!!"

"quick!!"

Louis looked embarrassed.

There are detectives from the Supervisory Bureau all around him - if he uses his power, he will definitely be discovered...

"Stop him!!!"

call--

got windy.

Along with the rippling river water, the clear sound of the flute appeared in everyone's ears.

Marvolo Heyman dropped his arms dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)