The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 939 Ch.938 A Gorgeous Request

Just as Roland had originally expected.

Although Daniel Heffer was not a pure scholar, he was not much different from the stereotypical scholar - he didn't care at all what kind of crime Roland's "friend" had committed to be called a "blasphemer".

same.

His superior origin and background also gave him enough capital to be willful.

Ever since Roland told him that he knew this 'Siren' and had once been the abbot of this man's punishment, Daniel Heffer began to chatter non-stop - just like Mr. Smith Mechanical Smith whom he had just met.

He said that such a smart mind should not become a victim of flames, and even if he really killed someone out of selfish desires, he should leave as much wisdom as possible in the world before dying.

Otherwise it would be a huge waste.

He persuaded Roland, and persuaded him to use his identity as an "executive" to let this man bear the sin for a while, and use his mind and hands to create more miracles that benefit mankind.

Just as Roland expected.

Daniel Heffer and Daniel Workshop are the best places for Mr. Darwin.

This place can provide him with nutrient-rich soil, people of the same smart ilk, and Mr. Shield, who has a background in the Parliament of Truth.

Plus him and Shandel.

Mr. Darwin really doesn't have to worry about his life.

——Daniel Heffer was somewhat surprised that Roland could tell him this secret. Of course, he could hear Roland's hint, but he was surprised that the executive officer would have a blasphemer friend.

And willing to leave a handle in front of the 'strangers' for him.

"His wisdom should belong to the whole world, Mr. Heffer, and as you said - dying in the flames is a great waste."

The question of Darwin's identity must be resolved as soon as possible.

He can't move around the room forever.

"By the way, if you don't mind, I would like to introduce another person to you: the owner of "Golden Smoke", the generous and kind businessman Mr. Randolph Taylor."

Daniel raised his eyebrows: "Your social circle is wider than that of an average executive..."

Roland shrugged: "I'm just taking a break from my busy schedule."

Randolph Taylor wanted to 'get involved' in the steam car business, so he had to talk to Burns first.

This visionary widowed lady had invested in the workshop long ago and lent a helping hand several times when they encountered difficulties - it was not until the steam locomotive was perfected and put on the road for the first time that the Gray Party opened its pockets to them.

"Come on, Mr. Collins—may I call you Roland?"

"It couldn't be better."

He led Roland out of the office and into the belly of the steam monster: on the test benches arranged in rows were stacked arm-mounted detectors of various sizes - all four or five times smaller than the one Roland had seen before.

"The seventy-third edition."

Daniel said casually, and greeted Deloz, who was wearing glasses and writing on the board - Babbage was there too, but he didn't have time to pay attention to them.

He was struggling with a fat man with a protruding belly.

"…I told you! You can't shrink it any more! Do you share a brain with your woman? Oh, for convenience?
"Mr. Babbage, I must remind you——"

"Remind me of what? I guess it's not about health. You actually think this thing is 'inconvenient' -" Babbage glanced down: "I see you are 'convenient' now, right? It has been inconvenient for a long time."

"Insult! Insult!" the fat man was furious: "I came for the church! Do you know that this is blasphemy--"

“Who is blaspheming?”

As soon as Roland spoke, everyone fell silent.

The golden-eyed gentleman with his black hair tied up in an emerald ring walked slowly through the crowd.

the most important is.

He was wearing church clothes.

A black uniform with thick shoulder pads to make it look sharp (if it wasn't for the task assigned by Fernandez, Roland swore that he would never wear this in the summer - doesn't the Inquisition have summer uniforms? The kind that are looser and more like cool nightgowns), a church emblem, and half of the gloves sticking out of the bulging pockets.

And his very iconic face.

Inquisition.

Roland Collins.

The fat man recognized him almost immediately - the pastors in the church often discussed him in their spare time: for example, what this handsome young man was like in private, how he "bribed" Enid Judya, how corrupt and chaotic his private life was, and maybe he screamed like a woman...

They made malicious speculations and spread rumors, but they were "received" by the nuns in the monastery.

The rumor spread more and more distorted.

The priest undoubtedly had bad intentions, and the nuns...

Not necessarily anymore.

They were not sure whether these white-butts, which were not even as big as acorns, were telling the truth. Some of the brave ones even took the opportunity of Shandel's return to ask - how could Shandel tell them?
She just described it to them in detail.

then.

With the help of someone, Mr. Roland Behemoth Collins' reputation in the monastery and the church was evaluated in two completely different ways (privately):

The priests in the church believed that this young executive relied entirely on his body, was not a real man, and violated the teachings of God.

The nuns in the monastery were thinking...

damn it.

I really envy Kratov.

Ugh.

Who taught her to have a good grandfather?

In short.

The fat man finally got to see this 'famous' 'woman'.

"Roland Collins, I've heard of you."

He forced a fake smile and touched his chest in salute.

Roland wondered why the pastors in the church were so fat...

why?
"I will protect you, the believer of the Benefactor, the lantern bearer in the darkness." Roland bowed in return and asked the other party's name and purpose of his visit.

Pastor of the church.

Come and discuss the problem of the 'arm-mounted detector' with Babbage.

Regarding the question of size.

but.

He obviously didn't want to discuss in front of Roland: What do the barbarians of the Inquisition know?
"I think the Inquisition need not worry about this, Mr. Collins. Whenever possible, it will be the sword and fire of the Benefactor that will dispel the darkness..."

Roland really didn't want to waste time on this kind of person, so he picked up the arm mount on the test bench and fiddled with it in his hands.

Nor did he speak.

For a while.

The fat man was even more embarrassed.

"… In short, we cannot accept such size and shape. Babbage, and… Oh… Mr. Heffer! Sir! You… I didn’t see you! Good day! Mr. Heffer! May the benefactor bless you!"

Daniel Heffer also looked helpless.

"Yes, sir, good day, and may He bless you, too."

"I heard that your father has been unwell recently. Thank you for your kindness. He has already given enough for the country and the people..."

As he spoke, the researchers around him gradually dispersed and lowered their heads to go back to their own work.

"…hand me wrench number three."

"William, you'd better read the table of numbers first, Melson... idiot! You calculated the pressure value wrong! How many numbers are there in total?!"

"Droz? Droz! Look at them. These two don't have any better heads than over there—and… who are you? Ko, what? Collins? I don't care who you are. Take that—yes, that shit-colored bag you have next to you. See? Blind man? You have no hands? There's a number seven nut in it… God? You can't tell numbers?"

Glancing at the two people who were smirking beside them.

Roland weighed the pocket in his hand.

This is really interesting.

(End of this chapter)