The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 924: The White-haired and Gray-eyed Prophet

What was 'coincidental' was not that Rose, as a low-level ritualist, successfully 'caught' a high-level ritualist posing as the "mad dog" of the tea party.

Coincidentally.

The other party waited in the dark, took off his mask, and greeted her elegantly.

'Good night, Miss Vansittart.'

Behind the mask was a face that could be called handsome.

as well as.

That red hair that couldn’t be more standard.

'Louis Hyman greets you - but are you here out of curiosity, or... something else?'

Rose still feels stupid when she thinks about it.

"If it was Shandel, he would definitely say, 'I'm glad you recognized yourself'——"

"Roland!"

Rose pulled the spoon out of the teacup and pretended to throw it.

Before she could let go of it, it turned into molten iron and flowed down the girl's arm to the ground.

"Why do you always have to make jokes when we're discussing important matters..."

"Because this is not a 'big deal' at all."

"Even if that ugly red-haired guy finds out our identity as cultists?"

"It's you, not us," Roland corrected with a smile, "Besides, Louis Heyman is not an enemy."

"Not an enemy? His last name is Heyman."

"That's just the last name."

Roland was not worried at all about Louis Hyman's "dangerous speculation" - first of all, it was not "evidence" at all. Secondly, no one knew better than Roland the hatred and pain in Louis Hyman's eyes.

At last.

Even if there is evidence...

What result can there be?

This was not the first day he wore the black cassock.

The executor of the Inquisition, the executor of Enid Jutia's Inquisition - even if he pretended to be a cultist, it was only to lure out the real 'cultist'.

"Compared to these, we—hmm?"

"Roland?"

Rose followed Roland's gaze.

street.

A tall gentleman was patting his chest to greet them: a middle-aged man with white hair and beard, he looked like an old gentleman like Peter Heller. In addition, his hair color was different from that of ordinary people, and his eyes were as light gray as mist...

Roland remembered him.

And Rose was impressed by him.

The prophet seen in "The Beheaded Club".

A ritualist on the road of "Destiny" predicted Rose's future misfortune through a crystal ball - the girl still remembers the scene of that day clearly.

She watched the man dancing, raising his hands as the crowd rose and fell, shouting with them, and dancing in the crowd like a falling leaf.

This scene is so weird that it makes people creepy.

Tom Linus.

Mr.

"…Another mentally ill person."

Rose muttered, stood up and lifted her skirt, her smile hitting the etiquette coming from below with standard accuracy.

'Have a nice day, sir.'

She lip-synced like this.

Roland leaned on the railing and waved lazily at him.

soon.

People flow forward.

Pushing Tom Linus forward.

After a few minutes, I turned the street and no longer saw anyone.

…………

…as Randolph surmised.

Yoram ben Bertrand was accused by several nobles of having private dealings with cultists. The laudanum he purchased, processed, and sold on the market was also found to be:

It is indeed quite toxic and addictive.

During this period, he remained silent in the face of accusations, and occasionally struggled to make "ah ah" sounds, which also confirmed the toxicity of "opium tincture": he lost his voice due to taking too much opium tincture, could no longer speak, and even went crazy in the direction of Buckingham Palace.

Those who are hated by bad guys are naturally good guys.

He was soon taken away by the church's executive officer (they were not actually called executive officers), and after two days and two nights of interrogation, he was taken to the court in a horse-drawn carriage, where these 'real butchers' carried out the 'just burning' -

This series of events happened so fast that people began to question when the empire's laws and systems became so efficient as in storybooks.

And the Tribunal.

All I got was a "convicted" who "bit his tongue out of shame", "drank too much laudanum and became speechless and delirious", and "his hands and feet were broken after a fight in prison"...

mud.

A puddle of mud that wants to die but cannot.

All his property went to Palojemed, and then a charity organization was established through the head of Palojemed, Florian Westvik, a new nature walker in the "Great Vortex":
A charitable organization established specifically for those who have been poisoned by laudanum.

This undoubtedly rapidly increased the reputation of "The Great Whirlpool" among the people in a short period of time - and also allowed them to begin to distinguish the difference between "Tree Mother" and "Beast Fang".

One is indifference in kindness, the other is kindness in indifference.

at the same time.

Yoram ben Bertrand's wife and lover also took away many of his valuable paintings (collections) and jewelry (because the number was too small, Paroyemed did not send anyone to recover them out of kindness).

The dumber ones would disappear completely and coax an even dumber man, saying that they were girls who were coerced by nobles and who had finally escaped and taken away the nobles' assets - making the even dumber successors believe that they not only got the nobles' collections, but also slept with the wife he had worked so hard to marry.

——Although he often smelled the smell of the chamber pot in the mouth of this 'coerced girl', some of her moves were so skillful that he was surprised.

But if a man does not deceive himself, he is not a man.

Smarter.

They always keep themselves in the "sunlight" - they contact newspapers, reporters, critics, writers, nobles, busybodies, and people with vested interests, and the "secrets" they tell soon make the front pages of major newspapers.

"My three years of suffering with the Poison King."

or:
"His secret: the monster's 'medicine' mask."

Not only were they safe, but they also received one or more payments far exceeding the value of the jewelry stolen from Yoram's old house - this payment was enough to cover their daily expenses and allow them to return to the circle in a glamorous manner before the reputation of "Poison Lady" disappeared.

all in all.

This feast of human blood has nothing to do with the citizens who actually gave up their wages and walked into the streets under the scorching sun and smelling the sweat.

It has nothing to do with their throat-tearing shouts or the flags in their hands with words written on them in charcoal.

But they are still happy.

Celebrating and cheering with great enthusiasm, spilling beer or cheaper whiskey everywhere, stumbling drunkenly in the narrow alleys at night, and being caught by patrol officers who heard the noise and sent to jail.

Because they believe that this is a victory achieved through the efforts of everyone.

It was they who forced the government to make concessions.

It's them too.

Let justice prevail.

They won.

In fact, the Gray Party and the Secret Party also won.

But these gentlemen, whose faces were covered with laughter, did not reveal how they celebrated.

of course.

Halida also benefited.

Because the two scimitars that would eventually belong to her finally ushered in the blood sacrifice to unseal them.

The whole celebration.

Only one person, besides Yoram ben Bertrand, had broken his wineglass on her velvet blanket.

The Supreme Lady of the Empire.

She thought that she could gain the support of the majority by standing on the side of the majority's interests - in fact, it would be more tempting to damage the reputation of this monarch and clip the wings of her power than to gain benefits.

Of course she would get angry.

Towards an unrelated woman who had just returned from a journey.

"Christine, look, these are my subjects, the people I love so much..."

(End of this chapter)