The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 921 Ch.920 The Mysterious Letterer

This irritating name also made Deloz "sober up" instantly - she was too involved, so involved that she showed her boy the set in the laboratory...

The anxious girl stopped her rapid chatter, held the legs of her glasses, and tried to hide the annoyance on her face by drinking tea.

Roland actually liked listening to it.

“I don’t understand it though.”

He reached for the teapot and filled half a cup for Droz.

“But when a person talks about something they love, they shine brighter than the purest gemstone in the sun.”

There was a burning passion in Droz's eyes.

"Roland? You feel the same way, right?"

"Of course, Droz."

"So, when was it? What did you love?! Tell me now!"

"Taking a nap."

"beat--"

puff.

A man's laughter came from behind.

Deloz glanced at Fernandez and said angrily: "I mean the real thing!"

Fernandez said: "That's true, Miss Fonseca. Your good friend, Mr. Roland Collins, loves to take a nap in his life - especially before he gets busy..."

Droz finally bent his waist and turned to look at the man on the sofa.

"Really?"

Look at Roland again.

"Nothing else?"

"Maybe..." Roland thought for a moment and said, "There is one more option: riding in a carriage."

"In a carriage?"

"That's right. As it happens, Droz, there's a brand new carriage parked outside Fonseca House today. Why don't we take it for a ride around London for a few days -"

Fernandez hit Roland with a matchbox.

Hit him on the head.

"Now, you know what his hobbies are, Miss Fonseca."

Deloz covered her mouth and laughed: "I think it's the best hobby! I also like riding in a carriage..." She rolled her eyes and tilted her head towards her sister: "Do I have to take a public carriage in the future, Giles?"

Giles felt that these two people were surprisingly compatible in some ways...

"Speaking of white clay...how do you deal with the toxicity in it?"

Hearing this, Fernandez also pricked up his ears.

White clay is poisonous.

This is a "rumor" that has been circulating among certain groups - at first it was only circulated in the art circle, and later, some people said that those unscrupulous vendors mixed it into bread to make the black turn white and the red in their chest turn black.

As for whether to believe it or not...

Those who cannot afford white bread are not worth being mentioned in the echo of the goblet.

Drozd doesn't have that ability.

But Charles Babbage did.

"…I have to be honest about this, Roland. Regarding academics and research. My mentor and I, including Ms. Lovelace, are by no means the kind of assholes who take advantage of other people's fame and are complacent—" Deloz suddenly looked worried, and the intellectual brown eyes behind the lenses were slightly dim.

"A letter, Roland, Mr. De Winson. We have received a letter."

“We’ve received a letter since the White Earth study got into trouble.”

A letter was delivered by a newsboy, but they didn't know the sender's last name or appearance - they only knew that it was a man.

“…Faith?” A few months ago, the research on Bai Tu came to a dead end.

This pure white coal byproduct that can react miraculously with "mystery" is indeed expected to usher in a new era, an era that will fulfill the eternal desire of mankind - provided that the problem of its "untouchability" is solved first.

Deloz and Miss Lovelace discussed it privately and decided to publish their difficulties in the newspaper without the knowledge of stuffy old Babbage.

"Among countless meaningless letters, we found the 'key'."

Droz's brown eyes lit up slightly.

"We have verified Mr. Siren's conjecture—"

"Mr. Siren?"

"Oh... yeah, the name he left behind was 'The Siren Saves the Man'... a little weird, right?"

Roland is a little weird now.

If the guess is correct.

He probably knows who this 'Siren who saved the man' is...

Mr. Darwin.

You shouldn't be trapped in the house.

This is tantamount to trapping the truth in a treasure box. No matter how gorgeous the box cover is, it cannot cover up the stupidity of this behavior...
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I should try to create a false identity for Mr. Darwin.

"If you want to change your appearance... you can ask Shandel Kratofer. Organology has a solution."

all in all.

Just like that, under the guidance of 'Mr. Mysterious', the white soil became 'white essence' - which also meant that a super energy source that could truly drive the advancement of the times had appeared.

"The secret of the mining machine comes from logic and procedures. It requires the ritualist to arrange the program chain according to the mentor's structural drawings. To be honest, the machine that pulls the carriage is just one of the simplest and most boring products of our research... I prefer the spider maid who can automatically add tea for people."

Roland talked about Randolph Taylor and said that he had a friend who cried and made a fuss all day long, wishing he could get the news about the "machine" as early as possible so that he could make a fortune - if he didn't make any money, wouldn't it be the same as losing it?

Droz couldn't stop laughing.

"We are working with Mr. Daniel Heffer. If you are interested, or your friends are interested, you may come to the workshop. Mr. Heffer is a generous person who absolutely respects knowledge and truth. I think he will be happy to talk to Mr. Taylor..."

Daniel Heffer?
Roland was stunned.

"You mean 'Heffer'?"

"Of course, of course Heffer. What's wrong?"

Heffer…

Enid mentioned Chloe and Hever. These two surnames were very important in the empire - old nobles, and their owners were high seats in the Council of Truth.

Fernandez seemed to see Roland's confusion and explained, "You don't know much about the Heffer family, Roland. Daniel Heffer may have a good reputation among the Gray Party, so the Secret Party has completely transferred over - 'Rebellious Daniel', have you heard of it?"

Roland shook his head.

"That little jerk has been at odds with old Heffer since he was a kid. He's a complete 'new school' - a gray party among gray parties. I wouldn't be surprised if he invested."

Rebellious...Daniel?

This reminded Roland of the boy who had not replied to his letter after he sent him a gift.

Rupert Benevento.

"I understand, Droz. I'll talk to Randolph about it later - but as for the car computer, I think the government needs to be involved, right?"

Deloz didn't answer immediately. He sat back and looked Roland up and down.

"We are indeed the same kind of people, Roland. I knew you could think of this. Of course, it is a waste to use this kind of machine to replace horses. It is better to make it into a 'public train in the city'... The government will have an additional source of income, and the prices of some houses will also increase... If you have money, Roland, you can buy a few houses in advance..."
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Praise you, Randolph.

"idiot."

Fernandez wondered what the connection was between 'public trains' and real estate.

Roland said, with your intelligence, it is difficult for me to explain it to you clearly.

(End of this chapter)