The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 733 Ch.732 Scholars on Land (Additional)

It was quite pleasant to meet the gentlemen on board the Beagle.

Except Fitzroy.

This soldier with a noble title, a captain, and a devout believer - he is a follower of the Holy Cross and believes in the Father of All.

This also indirectly explains why he hates executives so much.

——Perhaps you cannot trust the faith, integrity, efficiency, and morality of the church pastor.

But you have to believe them on two things:

Love for boys, disgust for the Inquisition.

So, when Fernandez picked him up on the spot, everyone had a different expression on their face: the sailors were naturally happy to watch the fun - after all, they didn't like this mean captain who even calculated the amount of black bread.

They made strange noises, urging the two men to have a fair one-on-one duel between men.

The cartographer and instrument keeper on the ship tried to stop them, persuading the two men not to stay at the dock and not to bleed over a small quarrel - in a few days, they would completely complete their mission, so why cause trouble at a critical moment?

The officers gathered around, wanting to help their captain... But when they saw Shandel's gun and saw that one of them was grabbed by the collar and picked up by Roland, they quickly gave up the idea and joined the cartographer's camp to persuade the two men.

A group of gentlemen who know the times.

As for Darwin.

He was the last to come down.

Carrying a wide cocoa-colored leather bag.

Tall and thin.

He was wearing a grey velvet suit that looked cheap, buttoned at the collar and a long waistcoat, and the whole outfit was strict and simple - just like his thoughtful face.

Roland smelled a hint of earthy scent tangled in the sea breeze.

"This is an unnecessary fight, Captain Roy."

He seemed to have a calming power over people, and when he spoke, the sailors' booing and Fitz Roy's scolding were all ineffective.

Fernandez released him from the air.

The golden rhino stumbled a few times when he landed and was caught by his officer.

"I find it hard to believe that Your Majesty would allow such people to set foot on my ship."

"It's hard for your mother to believe that she would open the door to so many men."

"You little bastard..."

"What did you call me?"

Darwin pursed his lips and stepped one leg into the conflict area between the two men, blocking Fitz Roy and communicating on his behalf.

"Yes, it is myself, Charles Robert Darwin, Mr. De Winson, and I have received notice."

He chose his words carefully, and pondered every sentence over and over in his mind to avoid ambiguity on the part of the listeners.

"I am honored to serve with you. Forgive me for not knowing you and your colleagues, for being too ignorant of the mysterious path to see the power of the sword - forgive me, my captain, Mr. Devinson."

"We are all here for the truth, there is no need to let rumors become reality."

He was nothing like the long, slick sentences spoken in salons; instead, he sounded down to earth and stable.

Fernandez stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly understood.

This man is a scholar.

Naturalist.

An "outlier" who goes against oneself or takes a different path from most people.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

Fernandez shook his hand and introduced Roland, Cinder, Herrera and Blade to him.

This town certainly has places to "talk" - not the cheapest pubs. I mean places where tourists spend money, but where locals will never, ever go:

Expensive, flashy, but a decent enough restaurant.

The dusty scholar was taken to the inn by carriage, and then went to the restaurant with Fernandez and his party.

—The sailors and boatswains were not invited because they were not qualified.

The cartographer and instrument keeper were not invited because they wanted to go around on their own.

The captain was not invited...

Because he wanted to be alone.

And not qualified.

"My lips say they don't want to touch anything in the sea, Mr. Devinsom."

As he sat down, Darwin made a humorous remark.

To be honest, after drifting on the sea all year round, the delicacies of various regions are only a small part of their life - most of the time, they have to eat dry bread, get drunk, and use special square-headed knives to pry oysters and cut fish.

"What has touched me most in the past few years is..."

The scholar winked at Shandel who was staring at him curiously:

“It’s not easy for whales.”

The people at the table smiled.

This wasn't a serious 'scholar' who was annoying at all times - at least not in the way they thought he was.

"Well, some beef stew? Baked pudding and onion soup are a must, don't refuse... How about wine?"

Finished talking to the waiter.

With Roland's curious "Tell us about it", the table finally had a real backbone.

Anyone who has read the book knows where Darwin went and what he saw, but the words in the book are never as vivid as the author's own narration.

He told Roland about the kingfishers that often perched on castor bean branches in Santiago, the stunted albizzia trees in the village of Santo Domingo, the jagged cliffs, and the black girls in snow-white dresses who sang passionately.

He told of the color-changing cuttlefish that released dark brown ink like urine, the short-tangled pufferfish that expanded and contracted, the cone-shaped spiral shells that wriggled in the water, the giant prawn-like beetles, the razor clams and freshwater apple snails of Rio de Janeiro—

These observations, which are by no means boring, are interspersed with the scholars’ own thoughts, some interesting daily life, local people’s customs and speech, eating habits, and strange dishes.

Including the way men and women get along, and even between people.

“…After sailing for a month, the sailors got off the ship. What was the first thing they had to solve?”

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Diet."

Fernandez hesitated to speak.

It was obvious that he knew the answer.

"Of course not, young sir."

Darwin pursed his lips, and his gray and messy beard was pulled. He avoided the white algae on his face that flourished with wisdom, and carefully put a thin piece of goose liver into his mouth, not mentioning its rough taste and the animal odor that had not been removed.

"Of course not, young sir," he glanced at Roland, "it's a woman."

so.

He talked about the prostitutes in Buenos Aires, the passionate islanders of the Falkland Islands, the customs of Chile, the special and rough way of "doing things" in Mauritius, and the dangerous towns in Australia where women were used for robbery -

As he was talking, he suddenly mentioned Victoria.

"…I would like to thank Her Majesty the Queen for this opportunity."

He said.

“Besides the mentors and the academy who have helped me, I am grateful to my supreme lady who is always thirsting for truth.”

He did not hesitate to use the most sincere words to describe how he got this opportunity, and guessed how many difficulties his monarch had overcome single-handedly to allow him to have this precious and wonderful journey - he regarded her as a monarch, and also thought of her as his friend who walked hand in hand with him on the path of truth.

This sentence made everyone present silent.

Because they knew very well that someone had betrayed this sincere friendship.