The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 936 Ch.935 Mechanical Smith

Daniel Heffer's workshop was not what Roland had imagined: it was like a blacksmith's shop where even a walk around would fill your nostrils with dust - if you ignored the men and women in work skirts walking around, this place looked more like a small cocktail party than a workshop.

Most of the people were like Deloz, wearing aprons, holding cardboards covered with characters, and walking around with their heads down, ignoring Roland, the 'inappropriate' gentleman; a few were kneeling or squatting under a large, nameless machine, with their necks pulled into swan shapes, their bodies twisted, and squeaking and twisting something.

From time to time, there was a sound of jets.

Muttering quietly.

A howl of annoyance or excitement.

An original…

Steel jungle.

There live monkeys whose intelligence far exceeds that of humans - to borrow a phrase from Mr. Darwin.

"Head down! Roland!"

As they walked, Droz suddenly shouted.

A copper pipe several feet long was swung towards the two people, unable to bear the weight!
"Beware!"

Bang-!
When they leaned over to avoid it, the pipe swung straight towards the iron frame behind them, and the two metals collided!
"Mr. Smith! I warned you last time! Tighten the C-tube bolts before opening the pneumatic valve!"

Mr. Smith was not near the pipe that passed overhead.

He was at Roland's feet.

He slipped out from a huge machine gap - lying on his back, with a wrench in one hand and a counter in the other, on a simple four-wheeled sliding wooden cart: his naturally brown hair was completely greasy and stuck to his scalp, and he was so dirty as if he had just walked through a battlefield full of artillery fire.

"Good afternoon, Fonseca Jr. - oh, this is..."

He was lying upside down, and couldn't see Roland clearly, but he felt that he was not someone he knew 'here'.

"I don't think I've seen it--" His head tilted and he overturned the small cart.

Bang.

Deloz straightened the corners of his mouth and turned to Roland silently: "Smith, what do you think of our best 'mechanic' here - the name given by Ms. Lovelace?"

"'Best' may need to be verified..." Roland bent down, held the man's hand, and pulled him up from the ground.

"What's the test? Nothing. I'm the best 'mechanic' here, Smith-Mechanic-Smith. Call me Smith, or Mechanic-Smith, Brass-Smith, Smith-Brass-Mechanic-Smith, and I haven't asked you yet. Who are you?"

"Collins. Roland Collins, Executor of the Inquisition."

Roland gently shook their clasped hands - they were greasy.

Smith rolled his eyes. “You are not like ordinary executives, Mr. Collins.”

“I hope it’s a little different.”

"Of course, I didn't say 'face' -" Smith glanced down at his loosened hand - executive officer? Those with a little status, or no status at all, pretentious, would not extend a hand to someone like him.

"So, our Iron Princess found an executive officer as her lover?"

"Don't call me that name!" DeLorze shrieked at him, as if he had been annoyed by the name for a long time: "Ms. Lovelace was just joking!"

Smith shrugged and turned to Roland: "You see, she didn't deny the 'lover'."

Deloz: ...

Roland began to be interested in this place.

If all of them are people like Mr. Brass Mechanic Smith, then this place must be much more interesting than other places.

"You all have a nickname? I mean, everyone who works here has one?"

"That's right. It depends on your personal style." Smith took a nail out of his apron pocket, bit it with his molar teeth, lowered his head, and gestured at the wrench. It seemed that there was still some problem with the size: "If you are good at-"

Roland answered quickly: "My name is Hammer."

DELOZZ: ...SMITH: ...

No.

Mr.

You are not an employee here, no one forces you to do this...

Is he enjoying it?
If I read it correctly?

Smith Mechanical Smith held the nail in his hand and finally looked at Roland carefully.

He looked at Roland, then at Deloz, and whispered to Roland's ear, looking past the girl: "Did she catch something on you?"

Deloz rolled his eyes. “I can hear you, Mr. Smith.”

"Oh, then you are a liar," Smith nodded. "The last time you asked for leave, you used the excuse that 'the ears were damaged by the steamer' - either you are a liar or you are deaf."

He paused for a moment and made way for the narrower passage.

"But, as you have found yourself the handsomest lover in London, I think even the most serious excuses are reasonable - the handsomest in London, Mr. Collins, am I the first to say that? You are welcome, just buy me a cup of coffee."

"Thank you, Mr. Smith, for the umpteenth time... Of course, I don't mind owing you a cup of coffee."

The curly-haired man blinked, moved closer to Droz and was about to mutter something again, but was kicked in the knee by the girl.

"If there's any problem with tube C again, you'll just have to quench your thirst by guarding the row of tubes 074 on lab stand number three."

Smith scratched the back of his head, looked at the man leaning over and entering the narrow road, and murmured, "He has a pretty face, but his brain is not normal..."

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"So, what is the number three experimental rack zero seven tube?"

"It's the 074 pipe, Roland. A few days ago, Ms. Lovelace brought her little pet in - the little cutie is in that pipe..."

Roland understood.

“Are all the people here so interesting?”

"Interesting?" Droz's brown eyes flickered.

She looked around: misty steam, hot, smelly workshops, unkempt and 'crazy workers' who could even be considered 'beasts' - and those strange nicknames.

To Roland, the man she's attracted to... is it interesting?
Of course it counts.

Otherwise, how could he be the man she liked.

——Even though Roland hadn't expressed his love yet, and Deloz didn't even know whether Roland liked her, she just had a proud feeling of "victory".

Men and women have a lot in common in this regard: when they are proud of what they are proud of.

"If you already find it amusing, I must strike you, Roland: it is only the soup before the meal."

She pushed open the strange vertical iron grille that was only across the front of her body and led Roland into a wider space: like the clanking steel stomach of a giant beast - the huge space was filled with machines and workers coming and going.

Maybe it should be called researcher?

They don't care.

Many people greeted Deloz and only glanced at Roland. Rather than being interested in the handsome new man, they were more curious about what small problems this handsome new machine had that had not been discovered by these hardworking little mechanical bees...

"Mr. Heffer!"

Roland heard Deloz shouting in a certain direction.

(End of this chapter)