The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 216: The road of flesh and blood

Apparently Rose didn't like Chandel Kratov very much.

Especially when she discovered that the saintly bitch had to lift her skirt above her calves to climb just two inches of stairs (Roland 'happened' to be behind her) - Rose knew that the two of them would never get along.

The carriage drove straight into the courtroom, but Rose was not an executive officer and was not allowed to enter.

They circled half a circle and came to the back of the rugged building, where were some temporary "homes" of some enforcement officers - a group of houses specially prepared for those enforcement officers who were not convenient to return home after completing their missions, or who had no homes at all and lived in the Tribunal all year round.

Roland had been allocated a small house a long time ago, but he seldom lived there.

Few people live here.

"You can stay at my house first, Rose."

The stone house was cold and there wasn't enough light.

They needed some firewood, a quilt and a pillow.

Rose glanced at Chandel who was bending over to look for something, wiped the chair with her sleeve, and sat down.

The blood on her face had dried, turning into half a hard, dark red shell of flesh.

“…It seems like I really have no home anymore.”

She had cried all her tears long ago, and now she couldn't cry even if she wanted to. She just put on an ugly smile to Roland.

"Anne is dead, Roland."

"Ah."

"I don't have a home anymore."

"I can be your family."

“…Annie is a cultist.”

crunch.

Shandel paused for a moment, and after a few breaths, he continued to open the wooden cabinet and picked out a box of matches that were not so damp.

"A cultist," Rose said to herself. "She's the thief you're looking for—the one who steals and buys babies. She's making a deal with someone to 'make' those babies into bricks of flesh and blood in exchange for something that will extend her life."

Now that Annie is dead, there is no need for Rose to hide this matter for her anymore.

and…

She didn't want to let go of the people behind Annie.

There must be some hidden story behind this matter.

"I've seen that thing."

She looked at Roland.

"It's a red gem with two sharp ends."

"Crimson Essence." Shandel lit the oil lamp, brought it over and placed it on the wooden table. "It's the Crimson Essence, a great ritual that can only be used by the cultists who believe in the Ninth Crown God."

"Cradle of flesh and blood?" Roland asked.

"Obviously." Shandel seemed to be a little concerned about the dust on the wooden chair and did not sit down: "This is an 'unequal exchange' - using dozens of newborns to alleviate the pain of a dying person for several months."

"Crimson Essence" cannot extend a person's life indefinitely.

It's like laudanum in the hands of a doctor.

As time goes by, there are only two outcomes for the patient:

Or drown in drugs.

Otherwise, the laudanum would lose its effect and the pain would still kill him.

That’s what “Crimson Essence” is all about.

"Of course, if the dosage is controlled and combined with other great rituals, the life span of terminally ill people can be extended by at least five to ten years—" Shandel looked at Rose: "I have to say that your friend deserves it."

Rose's face was cold, and she retorted: "I hope you can still calmly say what you said today after something that shouldn't have grown in your head."

Shandel smiled and clasped his hands together.

"I am a believer of the Father, and the light of the Benefactor will spread and grow in my soul. When I am alive, I am His light on earth; after I die, I will go to heaven and become His eyes in heaven."

Rose glanced at Roland: "Why don't you do this?"

Roland smiled: "I think so in my heart."

Unexpectedly, the baby-stealing case was solved by Rose.

Shandel had to go to Fernandez to report as soon as possible, maybe he could find out a lot of cultists who had been hiding for a long time - as for this parade, the three people agreed that Anne and the Elephant Gang were used by the Gray Party.

Yes, the Grays.

They were used by the Gray Party to take to the streets, spread slogans for those politicians and attack their political opponents.

And the one who took action...

It is most likely their opponent - the secret party.

"I will avenge Annie."

Shandel wanted to laugh when he heard her say that.

A gang leader is dead, but she can be blown to pieces in public and shout out a few resolutions that are popular among the upper class before she dies - this is better than dying in a dark alley.

She dared to make a deal with the cultists. If she survived, she would be burned in flames.

"Your friend is on a dead end from the start, Miss Vansittart."

Rose scowled.

Anne…

What on earth are you thinking?
"Sometimes I don't know what you're thinking, Mr. Anne."

Louis sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Without his father around, he felt more at ease—for example, he kept tapping his fingers on the patent leather handrails in a cheerful rhythm.

"You know exactly what's going on, Louis."

"When the Elephant Gang was chosen by you and became a battlefield, there was no need to struggle - blood and death were already destined."

Anne poured him half a glass of whiskey and clinked her glass with his.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"It will 'start' tomorrow. I came here today to inform you and, by the way, to see if you have any 'wishes' before you die." Louis held the glass and shook the amber wine: "I have never understood it."

he said. "Why do you trust me so much?"

he asks.

Diamond Annie is a cunning criminal and the leader of a gang.

Countless people died at her hands.

This vicious wolf would never trust a well-dressed upper-class guy so easily.

——Only an arrogant, old and confused "natural gem" like Marvolo Heyman, who has never rolled in the mud, would think that the lower class people are cast from the same mold:

Crude, cheap, and stupid.

But the wilder the beast, the more ferocious and cunning it is.

Louis had spent a long time walking in the wilderness, so he naturally knew what a real jungle looked like.

People at the bottom of society have their own set of rules for survival.

"I don't trust you, Louis. I just trust the person behind you."

And the hatred in your eyes.

The giantess looked at the confused man and suddenly burst into laughter. "The one behind you is the most arrogant and shameless person in the whole country! She doesn't even bother to deceive a loser, a criminal, a dying bullet."

Anne leaned toward him, her broad shoulders and thick neck casting a large shadow behind Louis.

As for ordinary people...

She was indeed the most oppressive Louis had ever seen.

"You know what? Someone like your master only uses 'true lies' - rather than deceiving, she cares more about the honor of her family and bloodline, the rules of society and interpersonal relationships, and the extremely strict moral self-restraint she developed since childhood."

"If my wish is to be well fed."

"Your master will, afterward, place before me all the bread of London."

Anne grinned: "And then..."

"It's driving me crazy."

This still fulfilled the promise, but also achieved the desired result.

Those people...

This is indeed the case.

Louis took a sip of his whiskey.

After a light taste of coal slime, a clear nutty aroma emerges at the root of the tongue.

"You are a brave and cunning man."

Even though he didn't like this criminal with blood on her hands and no moral bottom line, Louis still admired her courage to face life and death...especially when this courage was not for her own survival.

"But I must remind you of one thing."

"Even if you get real 'power', perhaps the people you choose won't be able to go very far on that path."

Louise was pessimistic about her selection.

An entire gang was sacrificed, and hundreds, even thousands of people were stained with blood.

Just for a possibility, to find a key to open the lock.

Louis did not judge whether this was right or wrong. He just reminded Anne that the person she chose might also be in a "true lie" - also in this trap.

Anne knew nothing about 'qualifications' and knew almost nothing about the mysteries.

A mortal.

"But I believe her."

The giantess poured herself another glass of wine.

The bottle is empty.

This is the last cup.

"The princess endured the pain and waited for a..."

'Chance.'

'She and her loyal guards sneaked into the palace and recaptured her kingdom.'

'People embraced her as the true king.'

Now, the princess has her own guards, guards who are not disgusted by their meanness and are willing to look at her with sincere eyes.

The following story, of course.

"I don't know what you call tricks. Indeed, Mr. Louis Hyman, I don't understand."

Annie said.

"But I think you don't know what kind of talent a child that I have chosen and raised really has."

The children of monsters are bound to be monsters too.

"Hope is the most precious thing in this era, more precious than gold and jewels. Mr. Lewis, I am a thief and a robber, how could I let go of such a treasure?"

Louis said nothing.

Raise your glass.

"To you."

When the giant learned that he had a pocket watch growing in his brain, and the time that was counting down was running out...

She decisively chose to face death, using her own flesh and blood and gang to ruthlessly blast a path to the future for the people she favored.

——Only by truly mastering power can you have the right to choose your own destiny.

The filthy criminals who even spared no babies and had no moral bottom line were indeed prepared to do so.

She felt sorry for the gang members who trusted her, for the babies who died under the millstones, for the sisters she had sent into the pool of blood, and for her own growing ambition to not only survive.

"To you."

Louis said.

"Respect the mean and shameless, respect the cruel and ruthless."

(End of this chapter)