The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 439 Ch.438 Driving History
Peggy Streeter returns to the manor, and the servants are talking about it.

The stupider ones thought that this girl finally couldn't stand being with those dirty guys all day, and decided to find her own identity again, live a good life of being served, and maybe one day she would marry somewhere else -

The smarter ones kept silent about it, but secretly began to switch shifts with some stupid ones, appearing from time to time under Peggy Streeter's nose to show off.

Because these smart people know.

Henry Streeter was finished.

After doing something like this, there is absolutely no way out for Peggy Streeter - if their former master ever stood up straight again and Streeter had a male master again, then her fate would be either falling from a building or going crazy and being sent to a mental hospital.

There is no insane asylum in Innstown?

The Streeters could pay to build her one.

Build one that's just hers.

The best case scenario would be for her to get married - Henry Streeter would choose the one that was best for the family and worst for her.

Therefore, some senior servants, those boys and girls who have really seen the world and have good brains, know very well who to please and who to stay away from.

Peggy Streeter had only been home for one morning, and out of her sight the estate was divided into two distinct camps.

The camp of fools and wise men.

Of course, there were also some who supported Henry, but they were all classified as 'fools' - after all, even the old housekeeper personally opened the door to the 'workshop' for Miss Peggy.

——The servants said workshop.

Actually it's called 'Laboratory'.

In the huge manor, there is a fenced building with stone walls within stone walls.

Street hired some unidentified weirdos from nowhere, who held round glass lenses and fiddled with glass pots and jars all day long. Many servants thought that the master was doing some "illegal" ritual.

This was where the old housekeeper took Peggy - yes, Peggy, Rose, Roland, Kingsley, including Kohler and another elderly miner with a shotgun and strong arms, all stayed in the reception room.

More miners gathered outside the estate, set up sheds, and refused to leave - unless Street welcomed their true master, who had no choice.

Either Peggy's body or Henry's body.

Only then can this matter truly end.

"I really don't want to see a bloody day..."

The old butler sighed and followed Peggy, accompanied by three maids.

——The moment she stepped into the manor, it was as if the sunlight crowned her.

Everything is different.

Someone changed her clothes and even knelt at her feet to take off her smelly cloth shoes.

Someone brought a copper basin so she could wash her hands without bending over. She didn't even have to say anything, just a glance and someone would bring her baked cookies and cakes. The personal servants served her and silently remembered her choice.

As they headed to the lab, the black tea that was served again was more to Peggy's taste.

Everything happens in silence.

Silent observation, silent adjustment, silent comfort.

She had enjoyed these things when she was a "Street", but she had many brothers and sisters at that time, and all attention was not focused on her alone.

She was just a 'child' then.

But now...

It's different.

Everyone revolves around her.

Bend down.

It is surrender.

This made Peggy feel that her flesh and blood seemed to become tighter, her muscles became stronger, and her chin began to feel lighter.

——She had to remind herself all the time to pull down the corners of her mouth so as not to let her chin stick up high.

She coughed.

Immediately, a servant came up to ask questions. The young maid was scolded by the old housekeeper, saying that she made a mistake and did not hand over tea, handkerchiefs and anything else her master wanted when she needed it. This should have been a habit for many years, but with a cough, the young girl was removed from Peggy's personal maid.

"You take your pick, Ms. Streeter."

The housekeeper changed his address and looked at the grown-up girl with his eyes full of memories: "You choose it yourself. Only by choosing it yourself can you feel more comfortable..."

He hinted at some trivial things that Peggy might not have thought of yet, but would definitely be wary of in the future.

"Tell me about the laboratory, Uncle Martin." Peggy was a little uncomfortable with such 'favoring' - it seemed that in an instant, everyone began to favor her, respect her, and obey her.

This feeling is not good or bad, but...

Make her addicted.

"You should call me Martin." The old housekeeper reminded Peggy that she was the master now. "The current person in charge of the laboratory is Mr. William."

"Study what?"

The old housekeeper said meaningfully: "That is not something I should know, ma'am."

He said.

The Institute wasn't as... weird as they thought it was, or as the servants said it was.

This is just an ordinary small building, surrounded by a high stone wall.

Some servants carried the wooden boxes but did not enter the building.

On the first floor, Peggy met the person in charge of the so-called "white mine research project": William King.

The man had white curly hair and looked intimidating even without being angry, like an old white-haired lion.

He is a big man, and his words make people's heads buzz. His hands are always manipulating people's vision like a conductor.

"…I don't care whose family is dirty, Ms. Street. Sir Henry Street promised me that he would support my research. I don't think this decision will change because of the change of landowners, right?"

He led her through the bubbling glassware and incomprehensible tools:
Paige could just make out the scale.

"What exactly is my brother supporting you to research?" Peggy asked - this was what she could not understand the most.

William's eyes sparkled:

"future."

He said he was a one-ring ritualist, a 'dead path' with no reputation and no gods.

But he was content with one ring, thinking that as long as he became a ritualist, as long as he had this status, he did not need to continue to climb up and pursue the so-called "immortality".

He attended Eton College, graduated from Cambridge, and later served in Greece.

He said his wife was a member of the "Scholars" and shared his passion for seeking the truth.

All of this is saying one thing to Peggy Streeter:

Don't let your bullshit get involved with my research.

Of course Peggy agreed, but she had to know what her brother was pursuing on the road paved with lives.

"White ore, white clay, or some 'shining snow', you can use it as you like. However, it is used in more than just replacing coal mines -" He took them to a huge copper urn with some neatly arranged copper tubes like silk threads.

"Nor should it be added to the poor man's bread."

The man's voice was loud and clear, and it was amplified by the copper products.

“This is the future.”

He looked at the copper urn high above with longing.

"Ms. Street, did you know that during a study we were surprised to find that this mineral can actually absorb the "secret"..."

By absorbing the "secrets" floating around in the waking world and processing them with special techniques, a fingernail-sized amount can be used to move a giant steam engine for most of the day - what does this mean?
"A new era! The age of steam has arrived!"

As he spoke, his face flushed with excitement: "You may not know. The rumbling machines in the city, the black smoke that obscures the sky, those choking, inefficient furnaces - if our research succeeds, this efficient, clean, and energy-rich mineral..."

"Will advance human history!"

"Ms. Streeter." He looked at me with a sharp gaze. "Do you understand now how important the mine in Inns is?"

(End of this chapter)