The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1064, Page 1063: The Second Knock
“I think we should all remember the kindness of Lady Gilles Fonseca—gentlemen, listen to me. We don’t know if these country folk are even legal; they might even be on Scotland Yard’s arrest list…”

He left the women to comfort the pale-faced Gilles, then turned and said loudly:

"They only want one woman, or two women. Yes, gentlemen. But who can guarantee that? You? Or you? Can you guarantee that the bullet won't come at you? As a man, I don't know what you all think—at least I couldn't accept such a 'deal'..."

His words quickly won the approval of all the men present.

Especially that young lover of Thelma & Catherine the Cheetah.

This young master, whose origins are unknown, seems to have an innate yearning for such an 'exciting' life—and today we're witnessing it firsthand.

He was the first to support Groen and the first to realize that Groen's words contained a hidden 'expression'.

He knew what the man meant.

“We must keep Ms. Fonseca’s secret, of course, Mr. Groen.”

He responded to Gloen and joined him in appealing to the remaining men.

They should keep the power that Gilles Fonseca has gained a secret.

If it weren't for her, they probably wouldn't have fared well—and when Proll reveals an even bigger secret: such as why the "House of Fonseca" has remained untouched by rats until now.

The men were even more supportive of Groene.

“You can trust our integrity, Ms. Fonseca. Even if the Queen were to ask, I would say I know nothing—I was drunk, but I do remember having a wet pair of trousers…”

They burst into laughter, while Prol secretly rolled his eyes as he fed Gilles water.

Are all men like this...?

crazy?

But five people died.

Five people, right before their eyes, were completely devoured by rats—and these people still had the nerve to tell vulgar jokes…

Even though she thought she knew men well enough, Proll had quite an eye-opener today.

For their incoherence.

And for their courage.

At least just now, they did protect the girls.

"I dare not say what role morality plays in the face of bullets—to be honest, I almost backed down…if it weren't for this gentleman standing with me."

“What a coincidence, it’s also because of you—oh, I’m Hansen, Taco Anthony Hansen.”

"Norman Moore."

The two men shook hands and quickly found a topic of conversation based on their surnames.

"Hansen? Excuse my intrusion, but you and Mr. Michael Hansen..."

“That’s my father.” The young gentleman patted his chest in greeting and gave a bright smile to Sida, who was kneeling in front of the sofa taking care of Gilles and glancing back from time to time.

Norman Moore, the second oldest man in the room after Groen, was quite surprised.

“What a coincidence, Anthony—may I call you that? Just a few days ago, I had a long discussion with Mr. Hansen about our business…”

Norman Moore.

The owner of the Glasgow chain of confectionery stores is also a rising 'new aristocrat' in London.

great.

Now the identities of the gentlemen in the room have been revealed: the son of a candy tycoon, the owner of the chain stores, and Groen—a senior executive in the bank's debt and loan department.

And the remaining two, employees of a tax department of the municipal government.

The gentlemen were clearly not expecting to meet so many 'distinguished' people in a brothel—they immediately became polite, and the girls brought out wine and cold snacks, making it seem like a proper drinking party.

This truly opened Proll's eyes.

"Compared to the five people the rat just killed, they seem to care more about socializing—when it comes to 'important matters,' even on the battlefield, they show no fear. Men fear a powerless, aimless life more than death, don't they?"

Maybe there will be something special.

Gilles remained silent.

When Prol said, "The rat killed the man," she knew the other person was just trying to comfort her.

“I killed them, Proll. I was planning to kill them anyway… I killed them.”

Gilles wasn't sure if this power influenced her, or if people, once they have power, are simply unable to resist manipulating it—she didn't shirk her responsibilities, nor did she care whether these gentlemen could keep her secret. To be honest, she hadn't held out much hope when she made this decision.

"I can't just stand by and watch you get your flesh cut off..."

“What kind of talk is that?” Margaret tugged at the tassels on the sofa, clearly displeased. “They should keep your secret. Otherwise, they’re accomplices—they were involved too, umm—”

Prol covered the daisy's annoying mouth.

There are some things I really shouldn't say right now.

Although she also holds a pessimistic view of human nature.

We need to think of something now—

one more time.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

This time, no one dared to open the door.

Everyone held their breath and listened intently as the two unsteady steps approached, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and soon they were nearby.

It's knocking on the door.

Knock on a nearby door.

I kept knocking all the way here.

Those inside the house could hear his anxiety.

This group is different from the previous one... I think?
Some people think this way, but they can't afford the cost of opening the door.

soon.

He knocked on the door of "House of Fonseca"—both inside and out, it was clear that the house had not suffered any major disaster: the walls were not riddled with holes like the houses on either side, and the multi-story building had not collapsed due to the floodwaters from the drilling.

It was intact, with no visible damage except for scratches on the door panel.

then.

The knocking on the door carried a more urgent request.

"I need gauze! Gauze! Sirs and ladies! Is anyone inside?!" You could tell he was trying to keep his voice down.

The girls looked at each other in bewilderment.

It was Gloen who spoke first.

“I don’t think we should let strangers in.”

He looked around at the anxious and hesitant faces, especially Gilles's.

"Compassion can sometimes be poison, especially at times like these. Girls, I hope you'll curb your inappropriate sympathy..."

dong dong dong.

The knocking intensified.

"Please... sir... or... madam... help us..."

The man outside the door spoke earnestly, almost to the point of tears.

This made Groen unable to continue speaking.

Margaret tiptoed upstairs, peered through the curtains at the window, and then poked her head out from the stairs a moment later, whispering:
"He's a handsome man! There are two of them! One is injured!"

Groen couldn't say anything more.

He now has to keep an eye on his little daisies.

Gilles shook her head and gently pushed Kepro's hand away: "If it's someone with bad intentions, then let my sins deepen even further..."

otherwise.

What's the difference between her and those five men?
The gods granted her this power, perhaps…

Perhaps it was so that she could save more people in the disaster, right?

Otherwise, what would she need this power for?

(End of this chapter)