The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 734 Necessary Death

There is one thing that should alert Fernandez and everyone present - perhaps he is the only one who needs to be alert.

That is.

Charles Robert Darwin must die.

It is undoubtedly foolish to attach emotion to a dying person.

Fernandez recalled a woman he had met at the Fonseca house.

He was not very familiar with Giles at that time.

When he was invited upstairs, he saw the lady crying bitterly while holding a stiff curly-haired, pointed-mouthed dog - he could understand the sadness, but he could not understand the "stupidity" of these people: the lifespan of animals is obviously much shorter than that of humans.

If he had a pet that could live for two hundred years, he would be willing to keep it for a while. At least he wouldn't have to be like that woman, loving it to death and then crying for it to death.

He thought, this is why people have children.

Because people always have to love something.

The life span of animals is too short.

and so.

Now the more you talk to Charles Darwin, the more trouble you'll end up with.

It’s best not to be friends with the dead.

He thought so, and it showed on his face and emotions as expected.

Everyone present noticed that something was wrong.

So did Darwin.

Although he didn't seem to understand why.

"…I think I've said enough, everyone. Can you please tell me, a person who has been away from home for several years, what interesting things have happened in London recently?" Darwin wiped his mouth and put down his fork. "I guess that place is very busy. Big things happen every month."

"And mostly about you, Mr. Darwin."

While Roland was speaking, Cinder was silently using a fork to tear the lunch roll into small pieces, and even helped Roland finish his portion.

A butter knife is a good thing.

This restaurant doesn't look bad enough to be built in a cave.

"Me? Oh, of course. I think that's why His Majesty summoned me urgently." Darwin took the other butter knife, thanked him quietly, and then skillfully cut and scooped a piece of butter, spreading it on a coin-sized piece of bread. "I know the price of the book, and I also know how much trouble it will cause once it is released."

Fernandez frowned: "Then you should be more cautious."

Darwin paused for a moment.

He raised his head and took a deep look at the man sitting opposite him.

"But I can't, sir."

He said.

“Perhaps this is the only chance in my life to spread the truth.”

He spread the butter slowly, put the coin into his mouth and chewed it, sipping it again and again, his beard moving along with his eyebrows in praise: "I did think about it, maybe... wait a few more years? Three years, or five years, or ten years?"

"Mr. Devinson, the wait is endless. If the times give a mission, it would never be given to a coward, right?"

He seemed to want to make eye contact with Fernandez, but unfortunately the other party avoided him.

shrug.

Then he turned to Roland, and then to Shandel, Blade, and Heres.

"I must admit that my research has brought you some unavoidable trouble. We always confuse religion and truth, but in fact, we should have distinguished some things long ago."

Fernandez was silent.

“So, you don’t believe in creationism.”

Herrez said in a calm tone.

“Just like your statement, that’s right.”

Darwin replied.

He seemed to have foreseen the attitude of those sent to protect him towards the so-called "gods", and he was not at all uncomfortable talking about this topic: "Let's talk openly, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know what great things the father above my head has done. I haven't seen it, nor have I discovered any clues..."

"But I did find another kind of evidence - evidence that we were not created by God."

"So, what should I do now?" Herrez said, "Perhaps the 'clues' you found are what the gods want you to find. They are just the 'evidence' they left behind to fool mortals."

"Oh, maybe," Darwin smiled and looked at Herrera. "Then there will always be 'stupid mortals' who will figure out the evidence and be regarded as the standard by the world, until the next stupid mortal comes to overturn everything I said..."

"Are you right?"

Herrez thought for a moment and nodded gently: "I have nothing to oppose you, sir. I can't even read a serious poem. I'm just curious about what makes you so courageous..."

"I don't have the courage. I only have a lush beard and a curiosity as lush as my beard - I think you are no worse than me." He stared at Jerez's lion-like hair.

Jerez also laughed.

Where do we come from?
Where are we going?

The ultimate question of humanity.

At least he was on the right track, at least he figured one out before he died.

"I understand the trouble that the book caused, and I thank Your Majesty for protecting me from the storm. Gentlemen, can we think about it from a different perspective?" He cleaned the bread on the plate, rubbed his fingers lightly on the linen napkin, and interlaced his fingers in front of his chin.

"Change your perspective, change your peaceful approach..."

"for example."

He said.

“Even though we were not created by God, it does not affect our continued belief in Him, respect for Him, prayer to Him, and asking Him to forgive our sins…”

"I don't want to shake anyone's faith. To be honest, I have my own beliefs. I am an apprentice of the Great Whirlpool. How can I not love nature and the goddess Eve?"

"Science, religion, faith, truth. Isn't it because we are complex and extremely complex that humans have the right to name things?"

He is very sincere.

But this matter is not that simple.

Fernandez remained silent, and Blade just drank.

The topic came full circle and returned to Roland.

He gathered his knife and fork, placed them side by side in an untidy manner on the right side of the plate, and tapped on them with his hand.

"Just like I have never been able to learn this 'language of silence', it is the same with other things," Roland said softly, "If most people were tolerant and generous, there would be no war. If most people were humble and honest, there would be no deception and hatred."

“There are certain qualities in us that act like rivets that hold the soul in place and prevent it from drifting away.”

"According to your theory: humans are also animals, and they are smart enough to create a way that is unique to us to disguise and cover up our animal nature. I agree with you."

Darwin's eyes hidden behind his eyebrows gradually brightened.

"That is absolutely true, Mr. Collins."

He became interested and his voice rose a few pitches.

"I'd like to invite you to my room for a long chat - if you have time later... can I?"

Fernandez coughed twice.

Interrupting the blasphemous salon that was about to bloom.

This lunch was also interrupted.

Unlike the boatswain, Darwin and the cartographer, who only needed to return to the hotel to rest and recover, the members of the Inquisition should also move with him as protectors.

When leaving the restaurant.

Roland fell behind and hit Fernandez in the butt with his knee while he was not paying attention.

"coward."

After saying this, he picked up his walking stick and got into the carriage without looking back.

“…What did he say about me?!”

Fernandez couldn't believe what he heard and turned to ask the woman with a cigarette in her mouth.

Blade shrugged, "He said you were a coward."

"How can I—"

“You are indeed,” the woman blew a puff of smoke at him with a playful expression, “People from the Holy Flame Road are all cowards.”

(End of this chapter)