The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 718 Ch.717 Dolphins on the Train (Additional)

Newquay is easily accessible thanks to the railways built by the British government in recent years.

At least Fernandez and Blade have lamented many times that if they had gone to such a far place ten or five years ago, they would have had to sit their butts on a horse-drawn carriage until they were so tired.

Shandel enjoyed this dull and boring train ride - leaning on Roland's shoulder or nestling in his arms, showing his animal side like the ferret in the wide-brimmed hat hanging on the clothes rack.

At the beginning, Blade gave him a teasing look, and Fernandez was also quite dissatisfied.

Later, as the train shook for a long time, no one cared about the case in the court anymore.

but.

Only Roland knew.

Shandel didn't sleep for a moment.

No.

She used Roland's big windbreaker to cover herself, covering her upper body and some of her head, and lay on his lap...

She must have had a nightmare on the whole journey.

She dreamed of her nightmare-like father and mother. She dreamed of her father's nightmare-like majesty and madness, and her mother's nightmare-like beauty and viciousness. In this nightmare within a nightmare of confusion, she reached a deal with the nightmare.

Any child who has not grown up has this ability when he is young:

When nightmares approach like the sun that is about to burst out, they quickly hide in their mother's soft haven, which is more precious than gold and more gentle and peaceful than the buzzing eyes that see gold, and use their baby teeth that just came out last night and their clumsy little hands -

This also reminds many newborn calves of the days when they were still with their mothers in the hot and fly-filled cowshed.

Yes, Shandel seemed to have returned to his childhood.

When she was little in her mother's arms.

The swaying of the train is like the gentle waves of the night sea. She is a girl with milk teeth on the sea surface, being swayed, whispering with a red-faced dolphin...

The dolphin was shy at first, but then it became familiar with the girl on the sea, and became familiar with the shaking and warm sea water.

It was curious and raised its head to look around, one side was on the sea surface and the other side was on the seabed.

The train was shaking.

Roland also shook.

Also nervous.

"Roland?"

Fernandez had just finished discussing a case with Blade, and when he was distracted he noticed that his deputy looked a little strange.

"...I'm fine."

"uncomfortable?"

"I might be a little carsick," Roland leaned over and held his forehead. He pulled his coat, which was about to fall off, and warned it to do its job. "Let me sleep for a while."

"Car sickness? Last time..." Fernandez thought about it. The last time he took a train, Roland seemed to be fine... nothing?
Blade glanced at Roland, and his gaze slowly slid downward.

The corner of his mouth raised.

"Derwinson."

"what?"

"Tell me about that cult you mentioned last time..."

Being interrupted, Fernandez turned his eyes away from Roland - the woman secretly winked at Roland.

Roland: ...

Shandel and I were both going crazy.

…………

……

The hearty nap made Shandel full of energy.

When the gray-haired girl rubbed her eyes and cheeks and stood up, the topic happened to turn to Darwin.

It was rare to see Ms. Blade being serious. She was debating with Fernandez: the two captains had different views on what Darwin had expressed in the book.

Fernandez believed that the theory of evolution was a complete fraud: it had spread throughout London apparently because their majesties 'needed it' - nothing more.

He didn't mean to say that the gentleman was a liar, but just that this book, only this book.

Ms. Blade has a different perspective
She believes that Darwin's research and arguments are rigorous, rigorous and convincing enough - at least to convince those who have brains... and implies that Fernandez is not one of them.

“…Think about it, if we are really similar to monkeys, then why don’t monkeys become humans now? Who is stopping them?”

Neither Fernandez nor the Blade are devout believers, and the debate will not involve shouts, daggers and poison.

"I can't answer your question, Fernandez. But I can't answer the question posed in that book either - even though there is overwhelming evidence that we are not 'holy', you insist, don't you?"

Fernandez muttered something like 'You'll have to tell the barbarians in the Maelstrom', then greeted the newly awakened Shandel and apologized for waking her.

"Of course not, Mr. De Winson, that is the softest argument I have ever heard."

Shandel took the kettle from Lola and thanked him with a smile: "The blasphemer's book has a great influence. Not only did it make the believers dissatisfied, but the more devout ones even chose to serve the Benefactor in person to express their unwavering faith..."

That's right.

After the theories in that book spread, many people could not bear the blow and chose - the teachings of the Holy Cross clearly stated that believers were not allowed to commit suicide, so they used other methods.

This will undoubtedly have even worse consequences.

Sometimes, when executives talked about this matter privately, they blamed Victoria more for allowing the book to spread than for Darwin - smart people knew what she was going to do.

But there should have been a gentler way.

"Pious and ignorant people should not sacrifice their lives for the masters above them - they think they are sacrificing for God, but in fact..."

When mentioning those people, Fernandez's face looked a little ugly.

Just like the young men who died on the battlefields in the wars the empire has launched in recent years.

They thought they were doing it for the empire.

But actually…

Fernandez remained silent patiently until the fire in his heart burned out his anger. Then he sighed, "This game should be played by the Queen and the Parliament of Truth themselves. How can they manipulate the people?"

"You see, Collins, I just like the innocence of your captain."

The blade is not the Holy Flame, she does not have that much extra mercy.

"From the bottom up, not from the top down. Devinson, you might as well give Collins to me. I will lead him. In a few years, he will grow up."

Fernandez squinted: "I think he will grow up overnight."

Regarding this game between religion and power, judging from this one game alone, it is clear that the monarch and the royalists won - although Darwin will still die, his theories and ideas will obviously not.

“Theories and ideas cannot be killed.”

Roland said softly, "If I didn't know what happened behind this, I would almost applaud His Majesty..."

But he still knew.

Their purpose, what are they going for this time.

"If Your Majesty wants to protect Mr. Darwin, obviously, the theory of evolution will not appear now." Blade sneered.

If Victoria wanted to protect this gentleman, she would at least take him back to London and assign people to protect him for five or ten years, until she had stronger power and the research was clearer.

Just like exchanging pieces on a chess board.

To her, Darwin was just a used-up soldier who was no longer needed.

His mission was over.

"I do not like her."

Fernandez's eyes were heavy. "I don't like this approach... even if it's for a blasphemer."

Roland said nothing.

He thought of Mr. Sarah who was concentrating on asking questions about the stone, and Mr. Babbage who was talking to himself among the metal and gears...

What kind of person would Charles Darwin be?
(End of this chapter)