The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 434: William's Idea

"Are you sure that's one of the Shelleys?"

After the three people left, William was left in the reception room.

Henry Streeter walked around the sofa, pushed the used teacup away with disgust, and put his legs on the coffee table.

William bent over him, took out a cigarette and a match, and lit it for his master.

Then, answer.

"I'm not sure, sir." William said flatteringly, as if he was treating a baby gently: "But you also said that it's best not to have any accidents during this critical period."

Henry puffed on his cigarette and hummed.

"That's right. Whether she's from Shelley or not—she can only be fake."

He said.

"Once that thing succeeds, we won't have to worry about Shelley anymore... Is my sister being well behaved lately?"

William's eyes flickered: "Perhaps it won't go as you wish, sir."

Henry turned his head and looked at him.

“…Miss Peggy was getting closer and closer to the miners, and with these three people…” William forced a smile: “The letter only burned one miner to death.”

"I'll let you hand it over to her, personally."

William was busy apologizing, but Henry didn't want to listen.

"I'm going to teach her a lesson - can't you even do your job as a messenger? Isn't it time to clean up your head that is filled with gold pounds?"

William's head lowered lower and lower, and Henry could see the bald spot on the back of his head.

So disgusting.

He took a glance and lost all interest in drinking.

"Think of a way to solve this problem as soon as possible, Mr. Braintrust - Chloe and Streeter are not afraid of Shelley, but if I don't protect you..."

Henry sneered.

"Do you have anywhere else to go?"

William was horrified and shouted: "You can't do this!"

"Then do what you have to do, William. If you cause any more trouble, get out of Streeter's territory."

"I..." William scratched his head. His balloon-like body was shaking, but his feet were unusually flexible.

He almost circled around to the sofa, half-knelt beside Henry Streeter, and gave his master a bad idea: "Why not catch your sister back?"

Henry glanced at him.

"Catch her back? Do you think I haven't done this before? Since I can't kill her, it's hard to imprison a second ring for a long time."

“No, no, no, what I mean is,” William narrowed his eyes, his face layered with flesh: “Why not arrest her in public?”

Henry became interested.

You can't expect a stone head full of evil to come up with any good ideas - he has enough evil, but not enough wisdom.

Fortunately, he knew this and, like a true noble, was good at driving those who possessed them.

"Arrested in public?" Henry repeated in a low voice, motioning the fat dog kneeling in front of him to continue.

"Yes, in public." Black Nose William first flattered Streeter, and then said: "Those coal slags have thoughts that they shouldn't have. In addition to their inherent low morals and low blood, it is also because Streeter, a noble man like you, did not cast a sharp eye on them."

Henry pulled his face and said in a bad tone: “You mean, it’s all because of my indulgence?”

"No! My lord! How can this be your fault?" William almost jumped up in fright at this sentence - he would not be so surprised even if his wife gave birth to a hermaphroditic baby with four eyes.

"How can this be your fault?!"

He waved his hands angrily, as if he was speaking up for Henry.

"Those immoral ones! Degenerates who can't even read! Clay toes who suffer forever! I wish they were all—"

Henry waved his palm like fanning a fly, a little impatient.

The shrewd Mr. Black Nose immediately changed his tone, skipped the insults, and began to flatter: "Well, if you just arrest her in public, it will be enough to teach those low-class people a good lesson."

"Tell them: this is a Streeter family affair." "You don't know, I know these people too well!"

"In private, they act like knights punishing evildoers. When they get drunk, they always shout about hanging someone, climbing into someone's window, and suffocating the master who bullied them during the day into his pillow—"

"Something like 'If it were me, I would have taught him a lesson right there and then', 'At worst I'll trade my life for yours', 'If you can force me into a dead end'——"

William sang a long tune, his eyebrows dancing:

"But guess what?"

"The next day, they worked as diligently as donkeys again!"

It was not known whether it was the words or William's funny expression, but it really made Henry Street laugh.

"Ah... they do."

Henry Streeter thought William had hit the nail on the head with these angry, boastful domestic animals whose actual performance was no better than that of wild beasts.

"A donkey with a dagger in its mouth."

William laughed and gave them a nickname: "Even if they have a mouth full of sharp teeth, they only dare to use those sharp teeth to sharpen their words - bite people? They will think about showing their teeth to you for several years!"

Henry Streeter was immersed in this "joke" and heard William say:

"These useless dregs of society like to talk like this the most. Men want to brag that they are afraid of swords, and women boast that at worst they can marry a rich old gentleman and endure a loveless life-"

"You see, the difference between these people and us is that they seem to dream during the day."

Henry laughed. "That's what I like about you, William. You're always so sharp."

William praised Street loudly, saying that without his keen eye, he would have no place to display his talents.

"You want to do it in public - I mean, the bigger the better, even let everyone see with their own eyes how your guards arrested Miss Peggy Streeter."

"Then they will all be afraid!"

"These people are already having trouble just to make a living, how could anyone dare to cause such trouble? A knight?"

Henry Streeter thought about it.

I think there is nothing wrong with what he said.

indeed.

It is indeed a good idea to show off your power, make these little ants with their own thoughts behave themselves, and teach your sister a lesson in public.

not to mention.

The research had come to a critical juncture, and it would be troublesome if Peggy really caused any trouble.

She's better off being by herself.

In the cell.

When this matter is completely over, if she is still willing to care for those muddy toes, then let her do it.

Streeter…

Father, mother.

You died in that fire, not because of me.

Because of your kindness and weakness.

"Just as you say."

Henry decided.

"in public."

He emphasized, looking at the fawning fat dog in front of him with a sinister look.

"This is the last chance, William, don't let me down - you know, it's time now..."

"Of course, of course, sir, you can trust me absolutely!"

"But I don't really trust your ability to get things done." Henry rubbed his fingertips: "I will let the ritualist keep an eye on you, William. If you mess up again..."

(End of this chapter)