The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 439 Ch.438 Promoting History

Peggy Street returned to the manor, and the servants were talking a lot.

The stupid ones think that this girl finally couldn't stand hanging around with those dirty people all day long, and decided to rediscover her identity, live a good life of being served, and maybe one day marry somewhere else——

The smarter ones kept their mouths shut, but secretly began to work with some fools, and from time to time they appeared under Peggy Street's nose to show off.

Because these smart people know.

Henry Street was finished.

After Peggy Street did such a thing, there would be absolutely no way out - if their former master were to straighten their backs again and Street had a male master, then her end would not be to fall from the building. , that is, 'crazy' and sent to a lunatic asylum.

Is there no lunatic asylum in Innstown?

The Streeters could pay to build one for her.

Build one that is uniquely hers.

The best-case scenario is just to get married - Henry Street will choose a choice for her that is best for the family and worst for her.

Therefore, some senior servants, those boys and girls who have really seen the world and have good brains, know very well who to please and who to stay away from.

Peggy Street had only been back for one morning, and the manor, out of sight of her, was divided into two distinct camps.

The camps of fools and wise men.

Of course, there are some who support Henry, but these are all classified as 'fools' - after all, even the old housekeeper personally opened the door to the 'workshop' for Miss Peggy.

——The servants talk about the workshop.

Actually it's called a 'laboratory'.

In the huge manor, there is a fenced building, a stone wall within a stone wall.

Streeter hired some unknown weirdos from nowhere, who held round glass lenses and played with the glass pots and jars all day long. Many servants thought that this was some 'illegal' ritual that the master of the house was performing - —

This is where the old housekeeper took Peggy - yes, Peggy, Rose, Roland, Kingsley, including Kohler and another older miner with a shotgun on his back and thick arms, all stayed in the reception room. .

More miners gathered outside the manor, built shacks, and refused to leave until Streeter ushered in their real, no-choice master.

Either Peggy's body or Henry's body.

Only then can this matter truly end.

"I really don't want to see a bloody day..."

The old housekeeper sighed and followed Peggy, along with three maids.

——The moment she stepped into the manor, it was as if the sun had crowned her.

Everything is different.

Someone helped her change her clothes, even kneeling at her feet to take off her smelly cloth shoes.

Someone was carrying a copper basin so that she could wash her hands without bending down - she didn't even need to say anything, just a look, and someone was offering baked cookies and cakes. The valet served like this, silently remembering her choice.

When they went to the laboratory, the black tea they were served again was more in line with Peggy's taste.

Everything goes on in silence.

Silent observation, silent adjustment, silent comfort.

She also enjoyed this when she was a "Street", but at that time there were many brothers and sisters, and all eyes were not focused on her alone.

She was just a 'kid' then.

But now...

It’s different.

Everyone is centered around her.

Bend down.

It is surrender.

This made Paige feel that her flesh and blood seemed to be much tighter, her muscles became stronger, and her chin began to feel lighter.

——She has to remind herself all the time to pull down the corners of her mouth to prevent her chin from rising high.

She coughed.

Immediately a servant came up to ask.

The young maid was reprimanded by the old housekeeper, saying that she had made a mistake and failed to hand over tea, handkerchiefs and everything she wanted when the master needed it. This should have been a habit for many years, but with a cough, the young girl Just remove her name from Peggy's personal maid.

"It's your choice, Ms. Street."

The housekeeper changed his title and looked at the grown-up girl with memories in his eyes: "You choose it yourself. Only the things you choose can make you more comfortable..."

He hinted at some trivial things that Peggy might not have thought of yet, but would definitely be wary of in the future.

"Tell me about the laboratory, Uncle Martin." Peggy was a little uncomfortable with such 'pampering' - it seemed that in an instant, everyone began to pamper her, respect her, and obey her.

I can’t say this feeling is good or bad, but...

Make her addicted.

"You should call me Martin." The old housekeeper reminded Peggy that she is the master now. "The current person in charge of the laboratory is Mr. William."

"Study what?"

The old housekeeper said meaningfully: "That's not what I should know, madam."

he said.

The Institute wasn't as...eccentric as they thought it was, or as the servants told it to be.

This is an ordinary small building, just surrounded by high stone walls.

Some servants carried wooden boxes but did not enter the building.

On the first floor, Peggy met the person in charge of the so-called "White Mine Research Project": William King.

This man has white curly hair, calm and self-confident, like an old lion with a white head.

He is tall and tall, and his words make people's heads buzz. His hands are always like a conductor, manipulating people's gaze.

"...I don't care whose family is dirty, Ms. Street. Baron Henry Street promised me to support my research. I think this decision will not change because of the change of land owner, right?" "

He led her through the bubbling glassware and unintelligible tools:

Paige could only make out the scale.

"What on earth is my brother supporting your research on?" Peggy asked - this was what she couldn't understand the most.

William's eyes were bright:

"future."

He said that he was a ring ritualist, a 'dead road' that was not famous and had no gods.

But he was content with one ring, thinking that as long as he became a ritualist and had this status, he did not need to continue to climb up and pursue the so-called 'immortality'.

He attended Eton College, graduated from Cambridge, and later worked in Greece.

He said that his wife was a member of the "Women's Scholars" and was as passionate about searching for the truth as he was -

All of this expresses one sentence to Peggy Street:

Keep your shit out of my research.

Of course Paige agreed, but she had to know what her brother was pursuing on a path paved by many lives.

"White ore, white soil, or some 'shining snow', you can do as you like. However, it is not only used to replace coal mines-" He led them to a huge copper urn, with some neat and orderly The copper tubes are arranged like silk threads.

“Neither should be added to the bread of the poor.”

The man's voice was loud and amplified by these copper objects.

"This is the future."

He looked longingly at the high copper urn.

"Ms. Street, did you know? During a study, we were surprised to find that this mineral can absorb "secret"..."

After absorbing the "secrets" floating in the waking world and processing them with special techniques, you can make a giant steam engine run for most of a day with only a fingernail-sized portion - what does this mean?

"A new era! The age of steam is coming!"

As he spoke, his face turned light red due to excitement: "You may not know. The rumbling machines in the city, the black smoke that obscures the sky, those choking, inefficient stoves - if We have successfully researched this efficient, clean and energy-rich mineral..."

"Will advance human history!"

"Ms. Street." He said with piercing eyes: "Do you understand now how important the mine in Inns Town is?"