The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 935 Ch.934 Commission
Roland only informed Darwin in advance, and after obtaining his consent, he would go to meet the rebellious gentleman who pursued the same "dream" as Kingsley.

Fernandez thinks highly of him.

So does Droz.

Their workshop was built in the South District, diagonally across from the chaotic street frequented by the Gold Tooth Gang - there were two coffee shops and a few medium-sized leather shoe stores.

Daniel Heffer bought several large plots of land for his dream, demolished them and rebuilt a manor-style building:
The building has a more "industrial" style, and there is not a single bit of artistic "zigzag lines" or any symbolic "coat of arms" to be seen from the outside.

Based on the owner's ideas, the builder used rough lines and exposed pipes to clearly indicate what kind of people are not welcome here.

Roland felt that they were trying too hard and seemed out of place in the South District.

No need to wait for Droz today.

He went to the open-air cafe with a big parasol, bought a cup of coffee and sat down. Ten minutes later, the "gray" girl ran out of the "pipeline manor": she was wearing an equally gray multi-pocket apron and a pair of knee-high black rubber barrel boots.

Came trotting over, jingling.

"It shouldn't be a dagger."

Deloz was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "This time the opening remarks are different, Roland."

She lowered her head and searched her pockets.

From it, I took out: wrenches, pliers, screws, rivets, small iron clips of unknown purpose, cardboard labels, pens, charcoal pencils, etc.

The waiter at the café whistled in a frivolous manner: "I have to keep an eye on the coffee cabinet."

Deloz was not annoyed, and looked at him seriously: "You mock me as a thief? Of course, you are right... I am a person who steals knowledge from the minds of benefactors."

The waiter moved his lips, but his brain was unable to react for a moment.

No one had ever said anything like that to him.

"Or do you think I'm a woman? Or do you look down on knowledge? You sneer at things you don't understand - you are a young person, a young person living on the forefront of the new era, would you have such thoughts?"

"Like those old people, who fear and reject things they don't understand?"

"Are you?"

"Perhaps, you have no other intentions, but simply want to tease me? Because I am a woman? Or am I a 'weirdo'? Is this your hobby? Even if it will reduce the customers' impression of you——"

"Maybe you'll mess with someone you can never afford to mess with, lose a tooth or an arm, or lose your job... taking that risk to have some so-called 'fun' -"

"It's worth it, isn't it?"

The rapid-fire words left the man speechless.

He froze under the umbrella, looking at Deloz with his chin raised, and Roland raising his glass to him.

He lowered his head and ran away in shame.

"I thought we would have to use fists." Roland invited her to take a seat.

"You don't have to use the 'ultimate' method, Roland." Deloz pulled out a chair and sat down, his mouth dry as he spoke. He turned his head to ask for a glass of milk - but the waiters around him were far away.

Someone rolled his eyes.

“See, sometimes it’s not a good thing.”

"You mean my 'sharp words'?" Deloz didn't care - in a way, she was like Rose: both rarely cared about what others thought.

"I mean, you should let him meet your demands first, and then start the war."

"...That's too cunning." The girl pouted her sunburned face and took the coffee cup handed by Roland with tender brown eyes - turning it to the side that he had not used just now, "Why didn't I notice before that you are as frivolous as a frequent guest in the house..."

"As for being helpful?" Deloz snorted and took a sip of coffee.

Because some substance has not yet been secreted vigorously, the girl cannot move the handsome man in front of her into her appropriate fantasy, just like the 'girl falling in love' in the story - instead of grabbing the man's tie and leading him to the bed, Deloz enjoys this spiritual, sweet atmosphere lingering between the two of them more.

that's enough.

"I am glad to share my joy with you, Roland."

The girl gently put down the teacup: "Perhaps you have already seen it... My background makes me care too much about what others think of me - I shouldn't be like this, right?"

"Where are you from?" Roland leaned his head to the right. "Isn't this the origin of most people in this city? I must remind you, Miss Deloz, that you are showing off your London identity to a country girl."

Droz lowered his eyes.

So Roland is different.

It's different from those who asked her if she could be with her sister.

Drozd could tell the difference between pretense and sincerity.

"Believe me, Deloz. Your background is definitely not bad among my friends—" Rose grew up in the lowest brothel, raised by those 'aunts' who had customers all day long—compared to her past, the Fonseca House was undoubtedly much more upscale.

At least it can attract executive officers.

"If I start to guess which of your friends has a worse background... wouldn't that be a bit rude?" The girl put her hands on the table and leaned forward, with a cunning look in her eyes: "I'm trying my best to control my mind, Roland. Otherwise, you can guess it with just a little thought..."

"That's a bit rude indeed."

Roland drank the coffee in the cup and said, "I hope my visit today won't cause you any trouble."

"No, of course not! How could that be? Roland?" Deloz widened his eyes: "I am the third best man in Daniel's workshop! Even if I am not an executive officer, I am visiting as a 'friend'!"

“If I were third, I wouldn’t be showing off.”

"Your mouth isn't much better... I finally know why Mr. Devinson always mentions that expression on your face..." Deloz smiled and put the wrench and format parts back into his pocket, then briskly caught up with the young gentleman waiting outside the umbrella.

The two walked side by side towards the 'weird' manor.

Droz told him how long it took and how much effort it took to build this "pipeline nest", and how many architects ridiculed Mr. Daniel Heffer when he first made the design drawings - in their opinion, the word "heretic" was not enough to describe Daniel Heffer.

A weirdo, a lunatic, a redneck.

Even the poor people who would never be seen in public would rather live in a leaky shed than set foot in this manor - Roland didn't believe this.

However, gentlemen of a certain class often use their little brains to imagine the daily lives of the ants under their feet, and construct a self-consistent logic in their minds: a logic based on their own identity.

This is not surprising.

"So…"

When he reached the door, Droz didn't rush to bang on the fence. Instead, he turned around and faced Roland.

"Welcome to Daniel's workshop, Roland."

she says.

“This is the starting point of my career, my dream, my future, my…”

"Love everything."

The sunlight gently shines on the girl's equally bright hair.

The bright colors of a sunny day, the pleasant afternoon, the youthfulness as thin as the mist, and the grand dreams.

(End of this chapter)