The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1116 Ch.1115 Color and Gray

Even after the plague swept through, some places remained undeniably happy.

On the third Saturday of late summer, the plaza garden guarded by the old statue in the West End was still bustling with traffic.

To remove the acrid smell of burning and the heavy, foul stench of blood, gentlemen and ladies alike applied even heavier perfumes, each one as flamboyant as the feather duster Harida used to clean the room.

After all, people and livestock are different.

Livestock only need feed, but people need to live with dignity.

"What a heartless person, God behold. I bet you saw it in the newspaper, didn't you?"

The men greeted each other and talked about the small print in the newspapers recently.

For example, the government stepped forward for the first time to formally inform the citizens of London of the existence of the 'ritualists': the Queen's personal journalist first used her unbridled literary talent to greatly praise their country's rulers, as well as some gentlemen of the ruling class who worked so hard for the citizens that they didn't have enough to eat or drink.

They spoke of how much they had sacrificed in this disaster.

Simultaneously.

He sharply criticized those seemingly respectable businessmen, sarcastically rebuking them for selling their souls for money.

They allowed this disaster, which should have been contained, to worsen and obstructed the government's rescue efforts in every way.

"A greedy fat rat..."

The fragrant young woman shook the newspaper, mimicking a man's rough voice as she commented. The older woman sitting opposite her gave the young maid a wink, signaling her to snatch the newspaper away.

"You're an idiot too! I really can't say whether marrying you off to the Lawrence family was the right choice..."

The mother muttered to herself. She considered herself a devout believer, so why hadn't she passed on any of her and her husband's wisdom to her daughter?

That's what the newspapers are saying!

The young and pretty lady took a deep breath (her attire made such a movement difficult), and didn't care that the newspaper had been snatched away by the maid. In the carriage where no one else was around, she could speak her mind without any regard for etiquette or manners.

"The newspaper also said that you should bleed more every day."

Her mother glanced at her sideways.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, Mira, or your head will be like a pocket watch, twisting and turning."

“…I heard from my father that things in London are expensive now,” the little lady muttered.

"Of course, everything's gone up in price. Because of the rats, that's obvious—I wish you knew more about current events. The Lawrence family isn't all ordinary people; maybe if you were a little 'out of line' in this regard, you could get them…"

“I don’t need it. Lawrence always looks at me with that ‘you don’t understand’ look. If it weren’t for you guys…”

The mother sneered, "Because you really are stupid."

Parents know their children best.

"Do you think they'll make a few gold pounds by risking raising prices?"

"They make a lot of money..." The young lady tilted her head back: "The people's hard-earned money has all been eaten by these fat rats!"

This time, Mother was really angry.

She frowned, straightened her back, adjusted the tassels on her hat, and glared at her daughter.

"Shut your mouth! Without them, where would you get the 'Eye of Charlotte'? Do you even know what you're saying?!"

Charlotte's Eye is a hot new earring design in London recently.

"Them? What do they have to do with my jewelry?" The young lady blinked.

Her mother looked at her for a long time, then sighed deeply.

"Stop spouting your stupid opinions, kid."

Of course, she couldn't tell her daughter that the shops on that street wouldn't dare raise prices without her father's permission—clearly, this 'permission' was quite valuable.

"And don't get involved with those murky political parties that talk about 'advanced' or 'new era' things. Your father spent so much money on you so that you could find a satisfactory husband and have a happy and fulfilling marriage..."

The little lady was getting impatient.

She doesn't like hearing these things.

Just then, the carriage suddenly shook violently.

Bang-!
There was a loud bang.

As the driver tightened the reins, the horse began to stamp its feet restlessly.

The mother gestured to the maid with her eyes to pull back the curtain and push the glass window outwards.

It poked its head out to peek.

"...It's quite lively, madam."

The little maid said.

"Don't I know how lively the theater is?" the mother thought to herself. She couldn't let her choose the servants herself. They were all as stupid as chicks that shouldn't have hatched.

“There is a group of people…” The little maid pushed open the window again and stuck her head out.

"It's Kitty! Miss! It's Kitty!"

She immediately cried out.

A group of people blocked the road... well, not exactly blocked the road. They were wearing cloaks and carrying small baskets, hawking their wares to passing carriages along the street: the traffic congestion caused by their proximity to the theater gave them plenty of time to sell without asking questions.

soon.

The group then approached the little lady's carriage.

"Buy one, miss!"

The young man picked up the cage in his hand and pushed the boys following behind him to hold it up for the distinguished guests in the carriage to admire: the cages were of various colors and most of them were cubs.

"Cats can get rid of rats! Miss! Madam! Do your part for the citizens of London!"

His shouting was quite loud, drawing the attention of the surrounding turbulent waters.

The mother wanted to stop him, but then she heard the man say:

"We are the rat-extermining squad of the Savi Brotherhood, miss! We promise that half of every penny we earn will go to the poor of the lower town! To heal their wounds! To rebuild their homes!"

He shouted the slogan and got the other children to shout it with him.

"Heal the wounds! Rebuild our homes!"

The little lady was almost in tears.

What a pitiful yet magnificent thing this is!

"Mother."

She gritted her teeth and forced a few shillings out of the light pink brooch embroidered with roses. After thinking for a moment, she pinched a gold one into her palm.

They were all handed to the maid, who then passed them out.

"I'll save as many as possible!"

She raised her voice, as if she were in the surging crowd, in the gazes that seemed to come from nowhere: she could feel the burning honor and respect etched firmly onto her face.

Her face flushed, but her soul drifted to the East District, to the ruins, to the body of the child whose head had been crushed by a beam.

Her morality is solidified and sublime in these coins, and the distant gates to heaven are no longer blurred...

She was so happy.

The other party is the same.

"Good heavens! You are so kind! By the grace of God... Children! Children! Come quickly! Come and see! Let this kind lady see our cat! Surely many children have been saved because of her!"

They all raised the cages, showing the dirty little cat's head to the nobleman in the carriage.

The mother recoiled in disgust, even though the cage was as far away from her as the heart was from her husband.

"take away!"

“Don’t talk like that, Mom! We have to help the poor people!” she said loudly, then suddenly lowered her voice: “Even if… even if we let them go later…”

She pleaded with her mother.

The young lady knows.

Her mother falls for that.

I was always captivated by her tearful eyes…

Aside from weddings.

She did not refuse.

"...You'd better keep your word. Otherwise, your father won't agree."

as predicted.

The girl won again.

She happily asked the servant to take the cage and place it at her feet, while she listened to the man leading the children and shouting as they went back.

Soon.

Then he started shouting strange things.

"Who took my money?! There's a thief!"

(End of this chapter)