The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 694 Ch.693 Familiar People
Such sieges are not uncommon.

In some ways, the streets were no different from school—perhaps the world, Rose thought, was no different.

The weak are bitten, while the strong take more.

"…Have you heard of that Darwin book? The one that's been all the rage lately."

Roland stared at the bathroom and replied softly, "Of course. Mr. Shelley also has his own opinion?"

"Hmm, most people in the Private Alliance agree with it, unlike the Holy Cross."

Rose gloated.

Just like her 'father' was secretly gloating over her misfortune.

Because of all the Crown God sects, only one clearly states in its doctrine: God created the world... and you.

and your clothes, and your shoes, and your combs, and your milk, and your bread, and the powders that women use to keep away pubic lice.

The gods of the "Ring of Eternal Silence" are in the land of the dead, and they also focus on the other path after the end of life.

The deity of the "Justice Church" controls balance and thunder and fire, and the barefoot woman of the "Private Alliance" teaches the believers the secrets of greed and gain...

The invisible waves of "Hands of Dispute" and "Elite Art Association" are even further away from "Creation" - the former focuses on war, while the latter focuses on the spiritual world of ladies and gentlemen with purer blood: art.

For lice-removing powder’s sake, not even Cradle of Flesh and Blood openly says that their mother created the world (though they probably do).

Not to mention the "black jar" that rarely walks around in the world.

Only the Holy Cross.

Their Benefactor alone is the Father of all.

He created the world.

This obviously includes humans.

Charles Robert Darwin's works were not popular, but it also depended on timing and stance - with the Holy Cross dominating, almost all sects would be happy to see a warrior come out to duel with the monster.

And they can stay out of it.

Oh.

The "Maelstrom" cannot be escaped either.

Although no one mentioned them, these egalitarians, or "survival of the fittest" "higher life" advocates, were so angry that they secretly slapped Darwin in the face in the room.

traitor!

Traitor to the sect!
"It is said that there have been many salons that have openly discussed this. James recently participated in a few of them. There were also many followers of the Great Whirlpool and the Holy Cross who interfered, but they were all defeated in the debate..."

Rose made a "ha" sound with her mouth, and her two green eyes smiled into crescents.

She thought of James acting out for her the exchange of arguments that had taken place in the salon.

Very interesting.

'Why do you say that God did not create the world?'

'I think He may have created it, but I think He may not have. It depends on what we see with our own eyes and what we can infer from various evidences.'

'God created everything.'

'Maybe He is. But maybe it's more of your imagination.'

'Blasphemer!'

'I cannot accept such an impolite and unwarranted accusation, sir. If you say I have a deer bigger than a church, at least point to the antlers that come out of the chimney.'

This opened Rose's eyes and she decided to learn more knowledge.

It is more exciting to scold someone when you are full of knowledge.

As she thought this, the story in the bathroom continued.

The 'Merry' was much gentler, and asked Alice to put down the basin, open her arms and turn around a few times.

This time it was Rose's turn to be upset.

"Bitch."

"what?"

"What do you think she's doing?"

The timid girl spun around several times until her head felt dizzy, and until the girls around her giggled and said things like "country bumpkin".

Mr. Cordoni was no country boy.

"…Very good, Alice."

Mary was satisfied.

"Let me put it this way, dear. We are friends, and I won't hide anything from you. There are some good things that I always like to share with others and make more friends, all kinds of them."

She lowered her arms, took a step closer, and came in front of Alice, leaning down.

Use your fingers to wipe away the black dust on the girl's face.

"I'll take you to a party this weekend."

She didn't need the other person to answer, just as she believed that even if she talked to herself, the other person would definitely listen carefully:
"...a party full of big shots you'll never meet. At that time, I'll buy you a set of clothes - you don't have to spend any money, I'll just give it to you...Why, my friend, you don't seem to be willing?"

She saw the girl shaking her head and backing away until she reached the wall, with nowhere to retreat. Her long eyebrows almost stood up.

"This is just an invitation to strengthen friendship between friends, Alice, are you going to refuse us?"

Other girls spoke out in support of Meili, and some kindly advised that it was just an ordinary party, drinking some juice, eating a few bites, and talking about art and nature...

nothing else.

“…I, I still have to do the laundry…”

"You don't have to wash it anymore, dear," Mary smiled seductively. Through the gap in her profile, Roland clearly saw the 'bulge' under her eyes - a row of sparkling little pearls that had grown from the inner canthus of her eyeballs and stuck to her lower eyelids.

Beautiful like a fashionable decoration.

Other girls have too.

If you are not an insider, you might think that this shiny "patch" is a new popular decorative item.

Like a stuffed bird on a hat.

"When you experience it, the second time, you'll have to beg me for it."

Mary didn't want to hear any rejection, so she kicked the tub hard and took a step forward amid the splashing water.

"If you don't obey me," she whispered, threateningly, "I'll make you sleep in the big washroom. You go there all the time, don't you? It's full of pus from the mouths of clams, and shit that's harder than your father's soft teeth. When I've finished talking to the nun, you'll live there."

"It stinks to be in class all day long."

Alice was too frightened to speak. The breath from Mary's mouth smelled like the fishy smell of the ocean. She wrapped her eyes around her, like a gauze wrapped around a patient's head, as if she wanted to squeeze the brain out of the skull.

"Four days later."

she says.

"In four days."

Alice didn't dare to look her in the eye and just nodded slightly.

She was much quieter than when she first met Roland. The girl who had shouted "my knight" now had to face this beautiful world alone.

…………

……

After leaving the ant nest, Halida had a basket in her hand - it was full of women's underwear.

Now that they have discovered the 'infected', their goal for today has been achieved.

Even far beyond that.

"I'll help you kill them?"

Roland wasn't going to get mad at a bunch of people who were about to be burned to death. He wondered if the party Mary was talking about was related to a gang with a funny name - the Bad Boys, John Ancher and Thomas Harvey.

They will have to go to Chettenham later. If it is as Roland guessed...

It's time for the 'cultists' to appear.

"How about I get some dynamite and blow up all these buildings?" Rose was in high spirits, especially after seeing Mary - these bitches were completely unruly.

If you want to make a living on the street, you have to follow the rules.

Whether facing a woman or a man.

If you want to convince people, you must follow the rules.

"Annie was able to knock down four or five thugs at once."

"Four or five men?" Halida exclaimed in surprise. "Your boss? A woman?"

"Of course. My boss, Anne Vansittart, Mr. Diamond, if you're in the South Side, you've heard of her legend."

Halida was indeed surprised.

Rose only showed an unparalleled talent for stealing. Before becoming a ritualist, Halida could hardly imagine that this delicate young lady with the name "Shelley" had such ability.

Confront people face to face.

She quietly asked Rose how many people she could defeat before she became a ritualist.

"Me?" Rose blinked. "Why do you think my boss wants to fight with others?"

Halida: ...

(End of this chapter)