The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 444 Ch.443 Speech
Day three.

In the former 'upper class inner circle' of Ince Town, a two-person-high wooden platform was built in front of a fountain.

Their new owner, Peggy Streeter, will give a speech before noon.

Because they were good girls for the miners, many half-naked men and women came here early and occupied the front row seats - this made many small businessmen dissatisfied.

Roland and his party were given special treatment. They sat in a large shed with an awning and a shelter together with the mayor, wealthy merchants and town officials.

Peggy arrived late.

But as soon as she appeared, she caused cheers from the audience.

This is no less than that of a most famous opera singer. It is even outrageous to say that this is the most treatment the Queen would receive when she visited Inns.

"She's really popular."

Rose held her chin with her hand and stepped on the board in front of her with her legs together.

"Peggy! Peggy! Peggy!"

"We are here, the real Streeter!"

"Yes—our good day has come!"

The miners took off their hats, held them in their hands and waved them.

The woman held her child and shouted along with her man.

The square was very lively.

At this time, it should be equipped with some colorful ribbons and balloons, a few loud salutes, a gorgeous carriage and pure-blooded horses - it will look more like the fat girl of Buckingham Palace traveling.

Peggy herself thinks so.

She could feel the scorching gazes focused on her face that were almost melting her.

It seemed as if she had grown a pair of wings, hooves, fins, and covered with scales in this cheer.

This is a great moment.

And great people are always different.

'These are all people who are loyal to me.'

she thinks.

The seething crowd waved scarves, cloth strips, and felt hats with unimaginable enthusiasm, and shouted Peggy's name, or 'Long Live the Streeters' - it was no less than a small miracle:
In this world where all living beings are awakening, it is the cheapest and most expensive miracle.

'As long as I point my finger, the water that shouldn't flow will flow, and the ice that shouldn't melt will melt. I can make wool grow again and again, and make the poor rich and poor, and the poor rich and rich again.'

Amid the noisy blessings of eternal splendor, Peggy suddenly thought of what the old housekeeper had said to her.

Just a finger from me.

Only me.

I.

She tightened her rose-colored cloak and nodded gracefully to those mortals who were superstitious about greatness.

then.

They gave her greater miracles.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Peggy! Peggy! Peggy!"

they all shouted.

It's a great day.

Paige thought.

She walked to the end of the path with a smile on her face that was just the right amount.

At this time, there was a huge wooden platform in front of me.

And the steps leading up to the wooden platform.

She lifted her skirt, slowly raised her foot and stepped onto the ground.

The power that had been silent for a long time seemed to have finally waited for its owner and poured into Peggy's body.

She seemed much taller.

Section 2.

More strength surged into the body.

Make her as light as a bird.

Section 3.

more and more.

She grew eyes, among other parts of her flesh.

She seemed to be able to see right through everyone's skin, their good and bad, and their true and false.

Section 4.

The ground is shaking.

The power carried in that cry was like cheap paint applied to window frames, seeping into her great soul and making her smell even more different from the mortals in the audience.

She held her head high and chest puffed out, with her right hand slightly lowered and loosely clenched, as if she was holding an invisible scepter of supreme power.

Section 5.

Section 6.

Section 7.

She climbed up one section at a time, shedding her old body as if she were metamorphosing, her flesh and blood made of a terrible substance that did not allow people to disobey - this allowed her to gradually adapt to living with honor and respect, and to be at ease with the slogan of eternal allegiance.

She was no longer moved by those shouts. Like a guest who had drunk medicine, she knew that she could come as many times as she wanted that night, and she would not be pleased with the woman's screams.

Behind her fleeting smile was a cold scrutiny:

It's like looking at the extremely dirty things in this world.

Examine it like you would examine a cow's ass, a horse's ass, a dog's ass, all the asses in the world, and the faces of politicians.

During her brief but authoritative gaze, the crowd gradually quieted down.

They lowered their ears like rabbits and carefully observed the monster on the wooden stage, whispering about who the monster on the stage was and where their Peggy had gone.

'She was eaten.'

A miner said, "It was eaten by the monster on the stage."

They believe it firmly.

There is a beast hiding in the Streeter home in Innstown.

Ding.

She tapped the copper tubes in front of her with her fingernails. These riveted mechanical creations could transmit her voice to several large speakers under the wooden stage through vibration, and then the subjects in the square could listen to the imperial edict through the speakers.

"I want to apologize to you."

Peggy Streeter opened the show softly to the brass.

Her voice was transmitted in all directions through the loudspeaker.

"I want to apologize to the town of Inns."

she says.

"I want to apologize to all the men, women, and children who have suffered over these years, and to all those who have struggled to survive under Henry Streeter's rule."

After she finished speaking, she took a half step back, lowered her head and bent her knees.

The square was dead silent.

Then, there was even more enthusiastic applause and shouting.

'That's a good start,' Paige thought.

At least better than Henry Streeter.

“…I’m only apologizing to you for your past.” She waited for the tide-like applause to fade away, and said as the tide receded, “I will not and will never apologize for your future—because I am sure that it will be an extremely happy and brilliant future.”

Peggy Streeter, owner of Innstown, said.

People gazed at her gorgeous robe and cloak, her beautiful golden hair and increasingly majestic features, and thought about what an upright, noble and great soul was embedded in them.

"I know you are waiting for good news, good news that will earn you more. But I must first tell you something worse—" Peggy paused for a few seconds, "…I sold part of the mine to our Supreme Lady."

The words fell.

There was an uproar.

"It's not your fault! It's not my fault either!"

The sound is louder through the brass.

"My brother, who fell from the building, and left me like this, has left a huge debt that is difficult to repay. What shall I do, men? Shall I cut your small weekly wages to fill Streeter's equally hungry pockets?"

Paige glanced at the complicated pairs of eyes below.

"Do not."

she says.

"I'd rather sell it, and give Inns a respite, and ruin the future of Streeter--I'd rather have that than cut your weekly wages. Nay, I'll give you a few pennies more for your suffering--"

Suddenly, someone shouted:
"No!"

It's a man.

"We don't want you to do that, Miss Peggy!"

The address caused Ms. Streeter to frown slightly.

However, she still listened patiently.

"We are people who know what is good and what is bad! How can we let you suffer while giving us all the good things?!"

Many people joined in.

"That's right, everyone! We are strong and can work. Do we really want Miss Peggy to suffer while we get fat bellies?"

"Maybe she won't even be able to eat meat!"

"That's right! We must not do that!"

"Let the person on the throne see! The people of Ince Town are definitely the most hardworking and reliable!"

"This is our Ince Town! It's our place!"

Peggy curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

The fat man in the crowd listened quietly, with the same expression as the woman on the stage.

He glanced at the girl in the shed opposite, whistled, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

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"Name": Absurd Change

Type: Influence (Lillian Rose Vansittart)

「Description」: A wave that comes because of selfish desires.

Riots, lies, sacrifice and pilgrimage.

You are participating in a ridiculous storm that you should not be participating in.

Your endless selfishness and greed have caused a big enough impact. Now or in the future, countless people will live... or die because of you.

Their fate was rewritten, and they unknowingly stepped into the shining temple... or the eternally burning hell.

But you don't care.

I don't care about justice, kindness, bravery, and tolerance, nor do I despise depravity, jealousy, cowardice, and evil.

You hate them all.

You love them all too.

Those whose flesh was torn apart by swords and guns, or whose souls were torn apart by pain and sorrow and could never heal...

You can only feel sorry for their fate.

But you are still happy.

Because you grab what you want in the chaos, and let the madness nourish your dry and cracked soul.

This intoxicates you and keeps you going for life.

that's enough.

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(End of this chapter)