The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 443: Teaching
Black Nose William.

Peggy was disgusted by this man.

She doesn't need a flatterer, a treacherous and unintelligent person who gives evil advice.

She thought she could handle all the matters in Inns Town by herself.

However, when she saw that the visitor's nose no longer had a black hemorrhoid, and when she heard him say a word.

Peggy immediately stood up, invited him to take a seat, and asked the servant to serve the best whiskey.

Of course, William was still comically fat.

“…You said you killed those two ritualists?”

"Of course, otherwise they would have come to our door long ago, right?"

Peggy tightened her shawl around her shoulders and tilted her head back slightly.

"But I'm not afraid of the second or even third ring. Sir, I'm also a ritualist, and I know very well what kind of damage the lower rings can cause. The miners of the entire Ince Town are in my hands. Can they use their flesh and blood to fight bullets?"

"What do you want?"

William stared at her.

This woman seemed to have shed her childishness and put on thorns at a speed so fast that no one could react.

He saw in her something of Henry Streeter.

This is good.

"I'm not seeking credit, and I think what you said is absolutely correct - two low-level rings are indeed no match for the guns of an entire town." William picked up the wine glass and thanked the servant in a low voice, "However, I want to see you today to discuss something more important."

Peggy made a listening gesture—like him, she picked up the whiskey, sniffed it for a moment, and drank it in small sips.

"I come on behalf of the Supreme Lady."

crunch.

The woman on the sofa leaned forward solemnly and straightened her back.

William sneered in his heart.

"You should know clearly what was found in the mines now - but I must say that it was not God-given to the Wigan mines, and the same is true for the Shelleys."

"Ms. Streeter, have you ever thought about this?"

"Your brother, Henry Streeter, was once a devout believer of the Chloe family, and his relationship with that family is unbreakable - otherwise there would be no Three-Ring Ritualist who obeys the orders of a One-Ring."

"But after you go on stage, will you continue this relationship?"

"Now that you have 'solved' Henry Streeter, you will have to place a large number of people in charge and control the entire town more tightly than your brother did."

"Will the Chloe family be happy with this?"

"Can't they find out what the white ore means?"

"Don't they know how much wealth and future this fingernail-sized, shining mineral represents?"

William took a sip of wine, looked at the woman whose expression was gradually gloomy, and chuckled:
"Chloe has long wanted his things back - yes, they think the Wigan mines belong to Chloe. Streeter? As the keeper of wealth, isn't the weekly salary too high?"

Peggy said solemnly: "The Wigan mines belong to the Street family."

"Oh, of course, that's the theory." William shrugged. "But in theory, the heir of the Streeter family should still be Henry Streeter, right?"

"You don't think that you can stay out of this matter by making a real 'fall'? Do you know how much discussion this matter would cause in London if that person had not been involved?"

Peggy stopped talking.

"Not only that, when Chloe learned that the mine had changed hands, and discovered that the new successor was more demanding and controlling than the predecessor..."

"Their interests have become smaller, and the possibility of intervening in and encroaching on the mines has become lower..."

William smiled: "Don't forget who is the owner of the Chloe family entrenched in London - you also have a mentor, you should understand the horror of the high-ring ritualists."

"Well... the Street heiress died in a car accident, how about that? The same 'accident' as your brother."

Paige put the cup down.

"Tell me, how do you want to 'help' me?" She was a little dissatisfied, and her words were inevitably sarcastic: "I never realized that the owner of the Shelley family's coal shop was actually a ritualist - you are protecting the girl in the dark, right? The Shelley family had planned to do this a long time ago?"

William didn't care: "You only have one choice."

There was only one option to avoid facing Chloe alone.

Involve a third party.

"That lady is not very satisfied with Chloe's recent behavior, including Heffer and most of the families in the secret party. If you give out some shares, some people will be qualified to intervene."

"By then, you will have a more powerful ritualist by your side."

"And Chloe will first focus on those who are against him - after all, compared to the royal party, you are a 'neutral camp' that he can win over."

"right?"

Peggy thought about what William said.

indeed.

There was no ritualist around her. She had looked at the account book last night, the deal between Street and Chloe - she could not allow Street to hand over a large sum of gold pounds every year to the "strange" family far away in London, while being told what to do by Chloe.

Maybe she has Chloe in her blood.

But that was before.

Now, Peggy is the owner of the Streeter family and the owner of Innstown.

She doesn't allow anyone to covet her things.

"Only one percent." William delivered a fatal blow: "That woman doesn't care about the profit, ma'am. You should know that she has everything - but she needs a reason to get involved in the mines."

"Hand over one percent of your shares, and from now on, you won't have to worry about the ritualists hiding outside the window anymore."

“I think this is a very good suggestion.”

William is a good teacher.

His words reminded Peggy of many things she hadn't thought of before.

She agreed.

but…

"The excavation of the white mine will continue...right?"

William was surprised: "Do you want to stop?"

Paige hesitated.

She promised to give the miners a better life, so they supported her.

The white mine is obviously an extremely troublesome mine that has not exploded yet.

Paige did hesitate.

Ever since I went to the laboratory and listened to Mr. William's remarks, I have become even more hesitant.

That's the future.

Power and money.

Maybe one day, I might even be summoned by that person alone.

"I was hesitant about whether to continue digging, and I was planning to increase their treatment," Peggy confessed her thoughts, "increase their weekly salary by two pence, or three pence. I discussed it with someone, sir, and after calculating the number of miners, the Street family can still afford this amount."

William showed a look of disbelief.

then.

Replaced by a kind smile.

"I understand how you feel, ma'am." He whispered, inevitably taking on an 'elder' tone, "I understand you. To be honest, you are naive, but you shouldn't be blamed."

Peggy shook her head: "I grew up in a mine, I don't shy away from it."

"Of course, that's no big deal," William said, "but that's not what I want to remind you of."

He told Peggy.

An increase in weekly salary was no big deal; a pocket watch inlaid with sapphires could fill the small hole.

But he reminded Peggy that the real owner shouldn't do this.

"Because of man's greed, ma'am."

He said.

People are greedy.

And how many coins are needed to fill the space with all the miners who 'helped' Paige to sit on the throne?

Three pennies?

Five?

Or, a shilling a week?
How many?

——Do we help you gain such great power and wealth, but we only deserve those two extra copper coins every week?
Peggy, ah Peggy.

This is not good.

"It's like training a dog. You have to scold them, beat them, and whip them. You have to make them know who is the master and whose orders they should obey. You have to let them know that the crumbs in the mud are a blessing. If they ask for more, what they will get is not meat, but a long whip full of thorns."

"The greed of the lower class is only fully revealed at this time."

William had said so much, and thought it would be a good idea to give this naive girl some more:
"You shouldn't put those close ones in the town police force. Have you ever thought about it? If one day, they are dissatisfied with their weekly salary of 10,000 pounds, or 1 million pounds a week - there will always be a time when they are dissatisfied, right?"

“And then, how are they supposed to tell your story?”

"'If it weren't for our help, would that woman have become the master? Look, look at how she treats us now', I don't mean it maliciously, ma'am, it's just a kind reminder - for our cooperation."

William was gone for a long time.

Peggy, however, remained seated, her expression changing constantly.

(End of this chapter)