The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 447 Ch.446 Farewell
Actually, there was one thing Kingsley was puzzled about.

——The information revealed by Peggy Street’s speech that day.

This is a very stupid thing to do.

Whether or not to stop mining the white ore, in his opinion, Peggy Streeter should not find any excuse to break her promise:
That is, to raise the wages of those miners who helped her and were on good terms with her.

Kingsley is not sure whether this is her "flash of inspiration" (I wish there were more smart people in this world) or someone instigated her (maybe the butler?)
All in all, this is really stupid behavior.

You know, soon, the Wigan Mine will welcome a new shareholder - if it were him, he would never leave the opportunity of "salary increase" to win people's hearts to others.

Whoever the Supreme Lady sent.

To the Street family, they are all 'enemies'.

They are great because of the people of this land, and they must always make the people of this land believe in them - it is not difficult for the Street family to package themselves as a "god" that does not break the law.

Now is an even better opportunity.

But that's not what Peggy Streeter did.

It's not just stupid, it's arrogant to the point of being laughable.

understand.

This girl may have been blinded by her sudden power. In some ways, she is following the same path her brother once took.

It's really sad.

Kingsley completed his mission, and so did Roland.

So, they are leaving.

Peggy arrived late in the early morning in a carriage and just caught up with Roland and his party before leaving the town.

"Ms. Shelley!" She rolled down the window. "Mr. Dawson! Mr. Kingsley!"

Two carriages stopped by the roadside.

The servant got out of the car before her, checked the surroundings cautiously (oh, a deserted road with few people), then faced the pedal and knocked on the door lightly.

Welcome the person down.

She was wearing a brightly colored cloak, and her golden hair was particularly dazzling in the morning mist.

She is no longer the ugly and unwanted girl.

She is the one and only Streeter, the Lord of Innstown, and the soon-to-be-exceptional Lady.

"Forgive me, I'm so busy."

Her accent and her shoes split into two paths, one on the ground and the other floating in the clouds.

When Rose heard this sound, she uttered a short "tsk", but the other party did not respond.

Maybe they weren't that close to each other, maybe Ms. Peggy Streeter was generous.

"I've been learning to read accounts recently, and those numbers are flying around my head like butterflies." She came in slowly, followed by several maids.

"Good day, Mr. Dawson, Mr. Kingsley, and Miss Shelley. I hope you will not be angry about this. The Streeter family will never neglect true friends. We met by fate, and we should continue this friendship until the end of fate."

How did she learn to talk like that in just a few days?

Rose was upset.

She couldn't learn to such a standard. She was like sucking her fingers, slow and sticky. It was so annoying - was her 'father' expecting too much from her?

"Good day."

Rose responded in a neutral tone, and the four of them, led by the servant, went up a fork in the wild forest.

The morning light passed through the water droplets on the tips of the leaves, and it seemed as if a pale golden door opened in front of the winding path.

There was no rot or mildew in the air, and Roland could hear the laziness of each newborn branch. Unfortunately, the four people had their own thoughts, and only the servant was in a good mood, enjoying the scenery.

"…Maybe you have a bad impression of me. I understand that it's my own fault." When the maids walked away, Peggy lowered her voice and 'confided' to them, "I know that this is not a good thing to do. It's a violation of my promise."

"But please understand my difficulties."

"I was the only one left of the Street family, a working girl in a mine - I pushed open the door, wrapped in a velvet blanket, and was facing the Chloe family and the Supreme Being in an instant."

There was a hint of sadness between Peggy's brows.

"I can't focus on the miners' diet every day and improve their lives and weekly wages - I have to focus on the bigger picture, on the town of Streat and Inns."

She looked sincere, as if she believed she could definitely convince the green-eyed girl - and why not?
She is just like her.

He has an extraordinary surname and a background far away from the mud.

She should understand herself.

"Aren't you planning to close the white mine?" Rose asked.

"Some things are also being done by the Shelley family." Peggy concealed William's identity and hinted to Rose: "Your future will be clear. This is a necessary choice, a necessary future that we must grasp..."

She stopped and turned to Rose.

"You need not worry about the miners, Miss Shelley, my dear friend. I shall only let them hold out for a few months—and then the criminals will take their place. . . . I cannot be so cruel to those poor fellows."

Rose didn't care about the miners at all.

Just hate saying that.

She hated the way she kept talking about 'family', 'commitment' and 'love', hated the way she looked at the clear water in the copper basin and saw a rotten fish in the gentle ripples.

She gradually understood what Roland said.

Some people are not bad, they are just neither good nor bad.

It's boring.

"I think I understand." Rose put on a standard smile and bent her knees slightly. "May Shelley and Street's friendship last forever... Oh, by the way, the white ore won't make me sick, right?"

"Of course not." Peggy was very satisfied and raised her chin slightly. "It is only dangerous to mortals and can only spread between living people."

Roland frowned.

"That doesn't tally with what I've seen, Ms. Streeter," he demanded. "My friend died of the white mine, and only of the clay and stone that it was mixed with. He didn't come into contact with anyone with white mine disease - are you sure, ma'am, that it can only be spread from living to living?"

Peggy was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, my people have tried it, it shouldn't..."

At this point, she suddenly thought:

William spent more time thinking about what kind of great era the white mine could create.

As for the impact on ordinary people...

How many times did he try?

When visiting the laboratory, he showed off those mechanical creations to himself and used them to paint a grand picture - but he didn't seem to pay much attention to the aspect of "dissemination"...?
It's hard to say, maybe Roland's friend got sick by accidentally coming into contact with a living person...

Or does the white ore really spread through contact - whether it is a living person or a dead 'material'.

If Roland was right, things would get nasty.

"It may have something to do with the contact time. My friend is a sculptor," Roland recalled. "He spends at least ten hours a day, using skin, and even gets covered in dust——"

"I'll ask him to stop what he's doing and get back to the original issue that we should focus on the most." Peggy didn't want to show an attitude of 'mortals are unimportant' in front of Roland, as that would make a lady look disgusting.

"By the way, can I talk to you privately?" She glanced at Rose and Kingsley and smiled. "It won't take too long."

(End of this chapter)