The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1068, Chapter 1067: Persuasion
Thackeray's unspeakable secret should have remained in the past along with his beloved Westwick.

His son…

How could I possibly know all of this?
of course.

None of that matters now.

“A handsome, captivating face… ‘Uncle,’ you actually dared to let me call you that—Mr. Thackeray, do you know? Every moment, I think, what if my father hadn’t mentioned your name in the letters he left me… what if you really were just his comrade-in-arms, sharing life and death…”

Florian spoke softly.

What he cannot accept is something he couldn't accept before, and he still can't accept now.

Theodore Gabriel Thackeray. A liar, utterly hypocritical…

Ha, a knight?

Every time he emphasized that he had to keep his promises to someone and what he had promised, Florian wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart—it was because he hadn't done anything and hadn't kept his promises that his father had died tragically.

Now he's putting on an act in front of his son.

“I kept my promise, Florian, but… but… but I—”

It was just a little late.

Theodore lowered his eyes.

Florian looked at him and couldn't figure it out—what was different about him? He loved men, yet he was so captivating to women.

Florian always wanted to see some 'femininity' in him.

There was no regret.

“Listen, Mr. Thackeray. 'Fang' is impatient. You should be well aware of the current state of 'The Great Vortex'—for example, the fact that they've transferred me to London.”

Florian finally calmed down.

"You've seen the attitude of the person in charge of Palo Yemed. I think it won't be long before the 'Tree Mother'..."

“The sect forbids killing each other,” Theodore frowned.

prohibit?

Florian's gaze became even more peculiar: "I'm now a little curious about how my father fell in love with you—don't you know how Darwin died at sea, Mr. Thackeray? In the cult, who has the power to summon natural disasters?"

Charles Robert Darwin was drowned at sea by Horn.

The eight-ring ritual performer of the tree mother.

“If he wanted to take action against us, the countryside would be far more suitable than London,” Theodore shook his head. He thought Florian was ‘too’ clever, and sometimes things might not be so complicated.

“How stupid would he have to be to do it himself, Mr. Thackeray? To lay a hand on someone bearing the name ‘Westwick,’ perhaps his only remaining, purest bloodline…”

Florian didn't want to talk to Theodore anymore.

Besides being born with a 'deformed' (same-sex) soul, this person is not as 'talented' in the mystical realm as he is in the mind.

“Listen, now you must do as I say. We need to get back to church; now is the best time: Horn is in London, the others—”

“I said I can’t guarantee what will happen along the way—” Theodore tried to argue.

“Of course you can’t guarantee that, unless we have someone who can manipulate rats to help us… a woman who can manipulate rats.” Florian smiled dismissively.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

indeed.

The "Green Knights" who arrive at the Fifth Ring Road can obtain information from a few plants—related to plants, time, mysterious concentrations, and many other aspects. In short, they have this ability.

Florian Westwick is only a fourth-ringer.

The "florist" shouldn't possess such power...

is it?

Seeing Theodore's shocked expression, Florian's smile grew even more contemptuous.

“You are not a loyal man, Mr. Thackeray. You are not loyal to the ‘Great Vortex,’ nor to the ‘Fangs,’ nor to me, who is obligated to repay a debt of gratitude—not even to my father. Mr. Thackeray, to whom have you placed your loyalty? Don’t tell me it’s to the lady (Eve).”

It's clear that Theodore overheard the intelligence about 'manipulating the rats' when he went upstairs. But he chose to keep it from Gilles Fonseca.

Also to stop Florian's plan.

he…

Was it a rare artifact he left for his descendants? Or a gift from the "Beast Fang" faction?

Theodore couldn't figure out how Florian knew, but he knew he couldn't stop him—unless he wanted to harm him or watch him walk alone into the tidal wave of disaster…

This reminds Theodore of Florian's father.

that…

A person who dies because of themselves.

“…You have to make a promise, Florian.”

The gray-haired man with indifferent eyes responded, guessing what he wanted him to promise.

"The ceremony won't kill me."

Theodore glanced at him. “Not that, Florian. I need your assurance—if we convince that lady to come along, you must guarantee her safety… I mean afterward. Manipulating the rats… remember those insane people from before?”

Even the most foolish Theodore should have considered the fate of those who manipulate rats when London's various religious sects and the government joined forces to eradicate 'cultists': given that one plus one plus one is less than one, the combined efficiency of all parties would be extremely low...

But there will always be an end to it.

At that time, these 'sane cultists'...

What will be the outcome?
Theodore thought that since the woman had saved their lives, Florian should also spare her life as a form of compensation.

"Westerwick" of "Beast Fang" has such abilities.

"Oh, so you'd never fall in love with a woman?" Florian teased.

“Mr. Westwick.” Theodore uttered Florian’s surname softly, a rare occurrence—which meant he was truly angry.

Flori looked quietly at the blond man kneeling before him, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

“Of course. If she does make it to our destination alive… as the owner of the ‘Beast Fang,’ I can protect her—Mr. Thackeray, that’s the only condition.”

“Remember your words.” Theodore silently got up and went downstairs without looking back.

Theodore didn't need to lie at all about how he persuaded Gilles Fonseca.

He stated only one fact: the fact that the rat infestation had truly ended.

How will Gilles Fonseca survive the crackdown by the Holy Cross, the government, and the Inspectorate?

Will everyone present keep her secret as promised?

Are you questioning our character?

The young gentleman was greatly dissatisfied.

Groen, now old, was taciturn and thoughtful—that's just how age is.

In my youth, I was willing to die for even a feather.

But when you get old, even if the pain is as heavy as a mountain, you have to grit your teeth and keep living.

This is knowledge that one can only learn over time: not living for oneself.

“I agree with you, Mr. Thackeray.”

“Mr. Groen?” the young gentleman asked incredulously.

“We must find a flawless way out for Ms. Fonseca—listen to me, child, you are well-mannered, have noble character, and have the courage to remain silent…but do you know what the stakes in the courtroom look like?”

Groen’s words were somewhat frightening.

"At that time, the flames will speak for you."

(End of this chapter)