The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 940 Ch.939 Detector

"Mysterious Detector" - this name doesn't sound very nice.

In fact, Roland hinted through Delorze that she had given advice to her mentor: for example, give this thing a "loud" and "rememberable name".

Babbage fiddled with the plunger in his hand, stared at the measuring table, and without turning his head, he said "hmm" and asked what the name was.

'For example, the Ritualist Ten Rings and other arm-worn ant nest detectors.'

'Droze, take your mentally challenged lover out of here.'

Roland: ...

In short.

He tried it on.

return…

Quite light?

"You can't use your own flesh and blood power to predict other ritualists, Roland."

Daniel finally dealt with the troublesome gentleman, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and walked over quickly.

Neither Babbage nor Droz had a say on this point.

"Roland Collins, a low-level ritualist of the Inquisition, was a genius who overthrew a formal ritualist when he was an apprentice. You think it's easy, but other ritualists may not. We must estimate it based on the strength of an ordinary person... an adult male..."

He glanced at Babbage.

The other person nodded.

"Correct. He must make sure that most people do not feel uncomfortable - send people away?" Babbage stepped forward and untied the machine on Roland's arm. After taking it off, he replaced it with a new, smaller model - Roland was responsible for standing there and acting as a human model.

"Sent away."

Daniel sighed: "It's not just about size, Babbage. What he meant is that in order to ration some 'special and important groups' - they want us to make some modifications to the appearance, at least in line with current aesthetics..."

Babbage was furious when he heard this.

"A bunch of idiots. They want to dance with this thing? Or have sex with someone? This is a detector! A detector! Not a violin for a cocktail party!"

He scratched his greasy head, unable to vent his anger, and turned sharply to look at Roland in front of him - the executive.

"What do you think," he pointed to the instruments on the test bench, "of the violin?"

Roland was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied, "The violin is great, sir."

The conversation between the two made the surrounding craftsmen laugh.

Babbage rubbed his temple and apologized to Roland in a low voice in annoyance: "...I was almost mad, sir."

The church's 'requirements' are many.

They want something smaller.

More convenient to carry.

Lasts longer.

More precise.

More gorgeous.

更…

“Why don’t they do it themselves?”

"Don't be angry, Babbage," Daniel Heffer shook his head. "We work for ourselves, and these are just by-products. If possible, I would rather have endless money... Then, we can devote ourselves to the research of 'airship'..."

"Airship? What airship?" Roland was curious. "Is it the machine for 'Conquering the Sky'?"

"It's a power that relies on steam to break free from the constraints of the earth," Deloz pushed aside two young researchers and reached out to take the detector from her mentor's hand. She had just stared at it for a long time, fearing that her mentor would tighten the buckle too much and make her beloved man uncomfortable.

Babbage glanced at her and let go.

"Anyway, I won't deal with such people again, never again. Mr. Heffer, I hope to have an environment where I can concentrate on my research without being disturbed. Speaking of which, Mr. Collins, you too... Oh! I remember! You are Roland Collins!"

As Droz leaned against Roland and buttoned him up, he secretly rolled his eyes.

"Of course, Mr. Babbage, I remember you too."

Babbage blushed. "…I'm too busy."

He said.

“…Are you here for the detector as well?”

"We have no claims, Mr. Babbage. A child does not grow to sixty in one day. It may be the size of a pocket-watch some day, but it does not have to be today."

Babbage thought this was what a normal, polite person would say.

"I'll give you some more things to pair with..."

"what?"

Babbage pointed at Deloz, who was clinging to Roland, and suddenly became unserious.

"The follow-up maintenance workers."

Some people started to snicker.

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Roland did not understand how the detector worked (Babbage patiently explained it to him twice and then stopped again - he thought Roland had the same wood chips in his head as most people), but it did work.

When the instrument started, he tried to unfold his "secret" - without touching it, the machine beeped.

The needle on the meter flicked to the right and stopped between 'two' and 'three'.

"The buzzing can be adjusted to silence. You can find more ritualists and use this, yes, this knob to adjust it - you know what I mean?"

Roland didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Of course."

"First...what do you call it? 'Ring'? Okay, first ring as the basis, then second ring, third ring, fourth ring. The more data, the more accurate. Do you understand?"

But there is a problem.

Babbage said they had difficulty finding 'data' on ritualists with high rings - eight, nine and ten.

This is the only flaw of the machine.

"I don't think so, Mr. Babbage." Roland raised his left arm: the machine, which probably took up the entire forearm, was rectangular, like three cigar boxes put together, with a metal shell full of rivets and some traces of burns, looking very rough.

"In my opinion, once you encounter eight, nine or ten rings..."

"This thing has lost its original purpose."

Babbage stroked his chin and said, "... to the sixth ring... is that enough?"

He didn't understand the power of the Eight Rings.

"The Inquisition has eight-ring ritualists, Mr. Babbage. Most machines lack only nine rings—and we don't even need to consider ten. It's already perfect."

"You are good at complimenting people. I know that what the pastor said is not wrong... I need to give it more time. I have discussed with the lady that if we add more logic matrices and gear sets to increase the utilization rate of white coal, we may be able to add some more functions..."

"And the detection range."

Babbage certainly considered that the truly perfect form of this thing would be a pocket watch or a wrist wearable item similar to a pocket watch - but the module optimization in the machine cannot be completed in a moment. To be able to achieve the current level is already a masterpiece that brings together most of the wisdom of the workshop.

"Well, I have good news for you, Babbage."

Daniel Heffer interjected at the right moment:
"The 'Siren' you talked about will probably be here soon."

First time.

Roland saw an expression on Babbage's face that was similar to that of a wolf seeing a herd of deer.

"Thank you! Let him come! Let him be the chief researcher! I can ask for less weekly salary! Mr. Heffer, do you know how to convince him? Where is he? East District? West District? What job does he do?"

It was at this time.

The word "benefactor" would appear in Babbage's mouth.

"…I made one myself, Roland."

The girl who was fiddling with the card lock next to Roland whispered and casually lifted her hair: "...Do you want to try it?"

(End of this chapter)