The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 937 Ch.936 Daniel Heffer

Daniel Heffer.

He also has a strange name like Smith Mechanical Smith: Daniel Tieliu Heffer.

Does this person look like a scholar, a researcher, a nobleman?

Neither.

In Roland's view, he was closer to the other side than the literary school: hunter, policeman, soldier.

Short hair, thin.

A face chiseled with a knife.

He gave Roland a feeling of a "clean version of the crow", but removed the crow's harshness and sharpness - at least in terms of sight, just like the temperature in this huge belly, warm and perceptible.

Lonely, capable, and taciturn.

Winter pine-like temperament.

Roland only looked at him for a few breaths, and guessed in his head that perhaps this man was a hunter in another history.

Maybe?

A man lives alone in a wooden house in the jungle with his beloved dog, making a living by hunting.

One day…

A group of stupid robbers passed by, broke into the cabin, and killed the hound while he was away...

A new story begins.

"Roland?"

Deloz touched the back of the man's hand and reminded him quietly: "This is Mr. Daniel Heffer. Daniel Tieliu Heffer, or simply Tieliu Daniel - whatever you want to call him."

"You never said 'whatever we call you,' Miss Deloz, my Iron Princess."

Daniel Heffer had sharp ears and heard what Deloz said. His face, which looked like a lonely cliff, suddenly thawed and he smiled warmly: "Someone seems to have some small complaints about Ms. Lovelace?"

Droz looked embarrassed.

She often called them by nicknames, but she didn't allow them to do so.

Iron Princess...

So stupid.

Ms. Lovelace, I respect you, but I don't like the nickname at all.

"Good day, Mr. Collins, the young executive officer of the Tribunal, the Golden Rose of East London," he said, using the nickname that also embarrassed Roland. After standing still, he stretched out his hand and shook hands with Roland. "This may be the first time you see me. But it's not the first time I see you—"

He said.

"I vaguely remember the first time you showed up in the mysterious world. It was at that cocktail party. The apprentice defeated the ritualist..."

Daniel Heffer was present the night the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh attacked.

"…I was pushed stupidly like a rusty chain, sometimes east, sometimes west—there were flames, wailing, and corpses of men and women everywhere. I couldn't tell the difference between red wine and blood, and there were two handkerchiefs of different colors hanging on my head and shoulders…"

He sighed.

"It can be said that you saved yourself and also saved the vast majority of people - including me."

Droz couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hands.

Of course, she had heard rumors about the attack, but it was not as real as what Daniel Heffer, who had witnessed it, had described: Roland Collins, the man she had her eyes on, had shown his might so early on...

It's really amazing.

"It looks like we're going to have a pleasant conversation going forward, Mr. Heffer."

"Not necessarily." Daniel Heffer, contrary to his previous gentleness, put on a serious expression, raised his head slightly, and pointed his nose at Roland like those nobles: "A craftsman has his own persistence, Mr. Collins. Favor is favor, persistence is persistence - to offend the church for the sake of the Inquisition... ? Do you like red wine or coffee?"

"coffee."

Daniel Heffer was silent for a moment.

Sighed. "…It seems that I will really offend the church. After all, they love red wine, and you and I both like coffee…"

Droz grumbled, "You tell such boring jokes every time."

Daniel was 'surprised': "Not funny at all?"

"not at all."

"Okay. For the sake of 'solemnity', I even changed my clothes." Heffer tugged at his suit and smiled at Roland: "Come on, Mr. Collins, I know why you are here——"

…………

……

Daniel Heffer is a humorous man (thinks he is humorous).

As for the rumored "rebellion", Roland had already seen it before he entered the door.

Workshop office.

A spacious room that looks more like a blacksmith's shop than an office.

The two of them drank coffee.

"Choosing beans is equivalent to choosing the taste. Just like we buy their tea from the East and mix it to suit our taste - just like the coachmen, sailors, and steel workers. When facing what we are good at or proficient in, every inconspicuous thing hides shocking knowledge when we go deeper..."

"Do you agree?"

Daniel and Roland sat opposite each other.

The sofa is covered with fabric and the table top is made of metal and covered with a soft earth-blue cloth.

"I agree." Roland took a sip of his coffee. It was indeed different from what he usually drank...it became thicker at the base of his tongue.

"I don't mean to belittle or elevate the status and 'value' of people like us, 'white coal researchers'. I just want to reach a consensus with you, Mr. Collins - on a ship, we should listen to the sailors and the captain, right?"

Roland slowly put down the cup and continued what Heffer had not finished saying: "Just like in the workshop, in terms of the 'mysterious detector': Daniel's workshop has the final say...right?"

Daniel Heffer was satisfied.

"I'm glad we can reach a consensus. I think you already know that my father, Paul Heffer, is in charge of the "Craftsmen's Guild" - and I, Daniel Heffer, as a son, will naturally have this shield powerful enough to fight against the Truth Parliament..."

"After all, no one would raise a shield and then punch themselves."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a long time to observe Roland's expression.

However, there were some disappointments.

He told another unfunny joke.

"…Since Daniel's workshop was built, I haven't made them laugh once - is there something wrong with them, or is there something wrong with me?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his cold face.

"They say it's funnier to watch a dog pee than to hear me tell a joke."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Do I have to choose one of the two?"

Daniel Heffer burst into laughter at first, then felt helpless: "I don't like people who are funnier than me..."

"But you can ask him... For example, Mr. Hever," Roland raised his eyes: "What can the Inquisition do for you?"

The room was silent for a moment.

The two of them could only hear the roar of machines coming from outside the door.

"I think you are aware that our relationship with the church is not 'that close' - and an instrument that can detect the mysteries can obviously reduce the damage rate of most swords used against cultists... I don't know what kind of promise the church has made, Mr. Heffer, but I hope there is no Inquisition in this agreement."

half an hour.

Daniel knocked on the iron tabletop with a faint smile: "Risking the church and making friends with the Inquisition... is a dangerous move, Mr. Collins. Can you make decisions on behalf of the Inquisition - no, I mean, how much can you decide on behalf of the Inquisition?"

"Tell him you can make the judge eat your ass."

(End of this chapter)