The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 419 Ch.418 Beasts
Black Nose William.

Squash essence.

When Roland met this person, he found that what Peggy said was absolutely right.

His face was long and thin, thin at the top and wide at the bottom. There were three moles on the tip of his nose, and two hairs on the moles were fluttering in the wind.

He has short hair and a curly beard on both sides.

The neckline is decorated with lace ribbons, and there is a jeweled ring on one hand and a gold watch chain.

It seems you have made a lot of money over the years, Mr. William.

——Jet is very expensive, and craftsmen who can process jet skillfully and carve these minerals into fine patterns are even more expensive.

There were three jet shops in the town of Inns, but Shelley's was apparently the largest and had the best business.

This was due to the craftsmen, the huge sums spent on decoration, and, obviously, the Street family might have done something to elevate the store's status so that most merchants were happy to buy from it.

"Businessmen pursue profits, miss. I don't think a 'status' can make those flies spend a penny more."

"No," Peggy replied, "but businessmen who do this don't usually get a second chance."

It depends on how you understand this.

Shelley Coal Store is located on a white square - it is hard to imagine that there is such a clean and beautiful square in the coal mining area.

Unless, those who are disheveled or have a little bit of black on their bodies are not allowed to enter.

When Roland and his party passed through, they paid a toll of three shillings.

Three shillings.

This sum was enough for a stranger to hire a coach and travel across most of London.

Tens of times the price.

sky-high price.

"That's normal, because Street needs to keep the dirty away from his playground." The girl on the carriage said sarcastically, "But guess what, no one has any objections - this is a place that should be open to everyone, but it has become a road that only a few people can walk on."

The dirt road leading into the city, the dilapidated low houses and the hunched zombies - they were no longer visible after passing through that gate.

This place seems like a paradise made of ivory. There is no more sour smell of sweat and almost visible black particles floating in the air - there are only perfumes, incense, fine soaps, and candy stores and women's clothing shops everywhere.

There are some tie shops and cigar and pipe shops specially designed for gentlemen on the other side of the street, and there are also many poker rooms for people to have fun.

The flat floor tiles think that only the softest leather shoes are worthy of stepping on their faces.

How wonderful.

It's not much worse than London.

"Shelley Jet" was located at the end of this "ivory" area. When the carriage approached, several people saw the exquisitely decorated shop, glass windows and the sign in front of the house.

It says:

William Jet

"No wonder."

Kingsley said in a cold voice: "It seems that someone is dissatisfied with only taking his share."

A detective from Jinshan must know what this behavior is.

"So, I hope you can be careful, especially this lady." Peggy stopped teasing and looked at Rose with worried eyes: "I don't know how important this store is to you. Do you have to complete the task this time..."

"There is no need to risk your life just for the sake of a master's instructions..."

Rose said nothing and took out a letter from her bosom.

The carriage stopped at the door.

Four people came down.

The shop used more glass, so it looked much larger than it actually was. There was a lady choosing jewelry inside, three salesmen, and the "Black Nosed William" -

"it's him."

Rose went straight away.

Kingsley disapproved of her approach: "This will make things more troublesome."

indeed so.

When Rose said a few words and opened the letter, the white paper inside made the situation extremely awkward.

"This old thing deserves to fall to death..."

The girl gnashed her teeth and could only straighten her back, saying that her last name was Shelley, and asked William to hand over the account book, and she would take over the shop.

No one in their right mind would believe her.

"I am glad to do so, miss. But you must at least have a good reason, a proof that the police can trust - at least something that can prove your identity, right? Where is the deed?"

William moved the jewelry on the counter, put it away, and bowed respectfully to the lady on the side.

"Go away, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know who sent you here, but I advise you to stay out of trouble. If you have ever heard of the name 'Shelley'."

"Oh, I thought you forgot that this is the Shelley family's shop," Rose said with a wry smile, "I will write a letter, sir, and then it won't be me who comes."

The melon-faced man was not afraid.

The Shelley family has no daughters. He stroked his curly and delicate beard, put one hand on his hip, and held his head high: "It doesn't matter who comes, I have a clear conscience."

Rose wanted to punch him twice on the spot, but was stopped by Peggy, who pulled her away from this place that had begun to attract attention.

They changed their route and found another carriage.

Because the place was so flat and clean, the angry thief's idea of ​​finding a stone to kick was in vain.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

"She seems to be starting to treat Shelley as her own home."
-
not yet.

"I think it's fast."

At this time, Kingsley, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

“The jewelry sold at the counter is not cheap.”

He said.

"If you really count the number of customers, you will know how much money this old man has embezzled."

That's true, but it doesn't solve anything.

"I heard that the Streeter family and old William have some kind of cooperation... The town police won't take care of such things." Peggy was worried, "You'd better leave quickly to avoid any major incidents..."

The four people each had their own thoughts and were silent along the way.

After returning to the pub and having dinner, the three people who came from afar did not join in the drinking tonight.

It gets dark quickly.

The carnival ended quickly.

When the "grill hands" quieted down again, some discordant voices quietly spread.

A few hunched shadows moved along the outer wall.

There were two people carrying a ladder with the ladder heads wrapped in cloth hooked in front of a window on one side of the second-floor corridor.

Click.

Then came the creaking sound of someone climbing a ladder.

It was a night full of snoring, so no one noticed.

The shadows went to the doors of different rooms, picked them up with wire and thin hooks, and twisted them left and right.

The lock jumped.

Ten minutes later, hurried footsteps were heard from the first floor.

She knocked on the door rudely, woke up the sleeping old Moore, took the oil lamp, and grabbed a rifle.

"quick!"

Paige said anxiously.

"My people said that old man sent someone to harm them!"

Two people ran to the second floor.

"Those people can't get into trouble in our tavern!"

From far to near.

bang——

The door was half-closed, so Paige could kick it open.

Rose's room was empty.

So is that handsome young man.

Paige's heart grew heavier.

If the 'Shelley' girl had died in the tavern, their...

However, when Old Moore and Peggy opened Kingsley's door with heavy hearts, they saw this scene:
Three thugs were tied up like rabbits, with their mouths stuffed with their own socks, and huddled in the corner.

The grim-faced Mr. 'Rock' leaned against the wall, tapping his legs again and again with a silver long-barreled gun in his right hand;
The curly-haired girl sat upside down on a high-backed chair, with her arms hanging on the back, and smiled at the intruder;
The blind man sat quietly on a stool, holding a cup of coffee in both hands.

"Good night, Miss Paige, Mr. Moore."

He smiled brightly:
"It's just in time."

Paige was stunned.

He, how did he know it was me and Old Moore—

"A girl who can drag a ritualist must be very strong."

Roland said.

"If she was a ritualist herself, that would make sense, right?"

"Miss Herd."

(End of this chapter)