The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 435 Ch.434 Rookie
At midnight.

Dust and fog descended from the slate-gray sky, connecting to the hazy mines in the distance.

The pub experienced a day of silence and welcomed no more revelers.

Peggy locked the door and was as silent as a tavern all day, sitting where old Moore had sat, waving the rat-skin rag on the counter.

Her eyes were unfocused as she looked down from the table with its messy wood grain, through the land and the bones beneath it.

The chirping sound in her arms made it difficult for her to breathe, as if there were invisible flames around her sawing at her body like meat cleavers.

But she was neither angry nor afraid.

It was as if a drop of blood thickened by hundreds of thousands of people had fallen into the blanket.

The blanket was now covering her face, causing her to inhale blood and exhale hideous air.

The wooden table is crooked.

There was no one else in the pub.

Roland held his xylophone, playing a quiet tune lazily. Rose and Kingsley sat opposite each other, playing a disastrous game of chess.

Paige squeezed the rag.

Some decisions caused her eyes to change color.

She walked around the counter, quietly came to the three-person table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"I hope you can help me."

Peggy was not polite and was even a little rude.

"Mr. Dawson, there is an irreconcilable hatred between you and my brother. Miss Shelley, you said you were insulted today - Streeter should not treat a lady of good family and noble character in this way."

She brushed her hair across her forehead.

"Of course I know that this kind of unprovoked help is not in line with our friendship." Peggy said, "So I can promise that when I become the owner of the Streeter family, I will open the treasure house to you--"

"Wealth, or wonders, mysteries, knowledge."

"If you need..."

Rose smiled like a fox who had triumphed: "Oh, that would kill a lot of people."

"If I do nothing, more and more people will die." Peggy stared at Rose, her eyes seemed to hide a knife, "Old Moore is dead, who will be next? Everything I have, the people I once knew and lived with..."

"Every one of them will die in Henry Streeter's greed."

"He doesn't deserve this family name, and he is sorry for the people of this land."

Kingsley raised his hand: "Miss Street, I must make it clear to you first-I will not participate in a rebellion. Even if this is your family affair, it is still damaging to your reputation..."

Peggy shook her head: "I will hide your names. Please believe me and my cowardice. If your names appear in the newspaper, mine will appear too, right?"

Rose played with the chess piece in her hand.

"Tell me, what do you want us to do for you?"

"The hound that killed Henry Streeter."

As far as Peggy knew, there were two ritualists surrounding Henry Streeter:

"My brother is also a ritualist, but he is only one of them." Peggy said: "If you want to overthrow him, you must first remove these two 'roadblocks'."

She told them.

There are two ritualists in the manor, one with three rings and one with two rings, both of which are on the path of the "Meditator".

"Do you know The Thinker?"

Rose rolled her eyes. “We’re not from the country.”

Charles Chloe had once shown Roland the power of the "Thinker" path. As the levels rose, the ritualist's body gradually decayed, while his spirit continued to ascend.

Their bodies are fragile, but they can manipulate time to some extent and reproduce memories.

It can be said that the higher the level, the more difficult it is to deal with.

"The second and third rings." Roland pondered, "Those who have not reached the high rings are afraid of being assassinated. Is this what you want to say?"

"That's right." Peggy nodded. "I know they won't be with Henry Streeter all day. Mr. Dawson, we have to wait for the right time, and then..."

Just ask the two ritualists to leave...

"Starting tomorrow, I'll have Kohler spread the word. Soon, all the miners should know what they are going to do - I'll keep an eye on the two ritualists. At the end of each month, they will go to the side room of the church that is being built to pray, and then one of them will take a car to the neighboring town for inspection."

“That was our chance…”

End of month.

There are only a few days left.

"Deal?"

Paige said, looking at each of the three people.

"Help me seize the real power. In return, you will gain the friendship of the Street family, and the family treasury will also be opened to the three of you..."

Kingsley lowered his eyes: "I am not a ritualist, nor do I care about worldly wealth. Miss Streeter, I want to ask, what is the reason for you to do all this?"

This surprised Peggy greatly.

Kingsley would have heard and seen it all these days.

He now asks 'why'?
"Of course I know why." Kingsley pulled the corner of his mouth, "Just remind you, Miss Streeter. When everything is settled, don't forget this why."

Paige was silent for a moment.

"Of course. Mr. Kingsley. I'll never forget it."

…………

……

The girl's screams soon died away.

About twenty minutes.

Ignoring the girl who had lost her breath on the bed, the two ritualists wrapped in blankets walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

living room.

William, rubbing his hands constantly, sat restlessly on the sofa like an overfed, fat old dog.

"Oh, Mr. William." The elderly ritualist shook his robe, wrapped the blanket tightly around him, walked around the sofa, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "You must have been waiting for a long time."

"I didn't wait..." William rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and immediately changed his words: "I have waited too long! My Lords? Are you satisfied?"

The younger ones didn't bother with this fawning mortal. They turned their backs and looked up to admire the paintings in the living room.

This is William's house. "Not bad, but I hope you can make them clean better next time."

William sneered: "Time is running out... This is a good deal, sir..."

Seeing that the ritualist turned his head, he was not embarrassed. He stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, saying in a flattering manner: "Tomorrow, tomorrow you and your friends, should go to the weekly worship..."

"Not tomorrow."

The ritualist puts down his glass.

"We will follow you tomorrow." He glanced at William with some disgust: "How can you not handle such a small matter? If it's not your fault, we don't have to go to that place where low-class people gather and smell the stench."

The young ritualist, who was admiring the painting with his back to them, also snorted heavily.

William scratched his head.

"Sir..." He smiled and picked up the bottle and filled his glass again, "Do you have any more letters like that...?"

Rubbed his fingers together.

"Flame Sculpture?" The older ritualist smiled and wrinkled his eyes. "You don't think that you can have such terrible power by spending a little money, do you?"

"The Great Ceremony. Do you think that anyone can master the Great Ceremony? Ha, I'm afraid you don't even know what the Great Ceremony is. Why should I try to communicate with a beast..."

He shook his head: "Do what you should do, mortal, don't ask, and don't be greedy for things you shouldn't covet."

He watched William screw the cap on the bottle, pick up the wide-mouthed glass, shake it, and drink it all in one gulp.

But this time.

He suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that a shadow had fallen on his face.

That is…

A pair of shiny, cold gloves.

click-

It shattered the glass, letting all the flying fragments pierce his face: before the surging "Secret" could condense into some kind of life-saving power, the second punch arrived in front of him.

The spiked metal glove crushed his facial bones.

Some pierce the mouth, some pass through the eyeballs and vibrate into the brain.

The ritualist only managed to let out a brief "ah" -

Then, his entire body was lifted up and smashed towards his accomplice: the young ritualist who was admiring the painting with his back turned.

——In less than two seconds.

Just enough for him to turn around and change his expression from indifferent to horrified.

The young ritualist was knocked off balance and reached for his waist in fear - due to the 'release' just now, he could only feel a handful of leg hair.

In addition, there is the lingering death that sticks to the palm of your hand.

He screamed, and having never been in such a situation before, he didn't know how to deal with it - he was hit in the lower abdomen by a fist that came at him like a cannonball.

A bright red, sticky line was drawn between the iron fist and the belly.

Then the arms and chin.

He was like a doll in the hands of a bad girl, with his arms twisted off at the shoulder joints and his head pulled off because of her curiosity.

His bones were crackling, but the pain was fading away...

Click.

His neck was broken and he fell convulsively in front of another corpse.

The room became quiet.

Twenty seconds.

William whistled, leaning over to clean his gloves on their clothes, lifting his heels slightly.

Click, click.

He crushed their cervical vertebrae one by one.

The whistle sounded brisk.

Mr. Fat is also brisk.

He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the carpet, poured out a half-filled bottle of whiskey into a small glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

“I like rookies.”

He looked back at the corpse, laughed, pushed the door and left.

There was no one at the door, but there were many guards from the Streeter family standing in the distance.

Focus on him.

"...Oh, you two adults...are really busy." The fat man rubbed his hands, came up to talk, and handed over a good cigarette with a smile: "I guess you will be busy all night..."

The guard looked left and right and took the cigarette.

"Then tomorrow..."

"Leave it to me tomorrow." William raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to disturb the two adults' fun?" He winked at the house behind him and gestured around his neck with his fat hands.

"That can kill people with magic..."

The guard shrank his neck and whispered, "...Mr. William, the girl you found today is so beautiful."

William knew what he meant. He rolled his eyes and smiled even more: "That depends on the results tomorrow, my friend." He patted the lead guard on the shoulder, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear:
"Lord Streeter has said that the whole town must know about this."

He said.

"If it works, not only will I be happy, but you will be happy too, right?"

The guard used the match he struck to light the cigarette.

Meimei took a sip.

"Leave it to us, sir."

"I'll show those mine rats who's in charge of this land."

William was very satisfied and wished each other all the best tomorrow...

have fun.

Miss.

(End of this chapter)