The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 739 Ch.738 The more people there are, the better (Add)

I have to say that Fernandez's reaction was very quick.

He suddenly remembered that there was still Jerez in the hotel. The three green robe ritualists could not hurt Roland and Shandel - they should have taken advantage of the situation and let the three men rush forward and kill Darwin.

Or just shoot Darwin and put the blame on the ritualists of the Maelstrom.

How simple.

"In the end, it's all your fault."

The injured man lay on the bed groaning, and Blade became more and more annoyed with him.

"They have guns, they're ritualists. Devinsson, if anything goes wrong, you'll be left collecting the bodies of two of the most talented men in the Inquisition - do you want that?"

Blade twisted his wrist.

In the dim light, you can see some scars on her arms that have not yet healed - some people noticed.

She was not there last night.

“…The Heiman family is really courting death,” Fernandez glanced at the woman’s injured arm, “If they really cause a big mess, Lady Enid will not care about the Truth Parliament.”

"Maybe it wasn't Heyman."

Blade shook his head.

The ritualist who tried to sneak in through the back door of the hotel last night was a hired man, just like the one Roland and Shandel encountered, except that his ring was higher and he walked farther - the blade took a lot of effort and he was also injured.

"The Secret Party, the Gray Party, or any cult of any kind. I couldn't get any name out of him—and if I did, I couldn't believe it."

Fernandez lowered his eyes slightly.

"yes…"

He said.

He looked up at the salt frost seeping through the wooden bulkheads.

Patches of mildew grew randomly in the wood grain joints. They were treated specially, with hammocks in the cabin, as well as wooden beds, tables and chairs that were chained and nailed to the deck.

A small, not-so-delicate wall clock was swinging its pendulum in the humid, salty air.

——It is said that Darwin bought it on his way back.

The golden rhinoceros said that if it encountered wind and waves, this thing would tear itself off during the bumps and smash the head of anyone who disrespected the ocean.

Pretty scary.

It was Roland's first time on a boat.

Yes.

He was the only one in the team who was experiencing this first time.

——Everyone knows that the 'first time', no matter what it is, is annoying.

Since boarding the ship, the blind man has been holding his cane and politely knocking on every door. He looks around and observes the boring daily life of these sailors - there is not much that can be done at sea.

People too.

In addition to the dirty jokes, these bored sailors have their own unique fun:

It's just that his sentence punctuation was a bit problematic and his laugh was very dissolute.

“Do you keep animals on board?”

After scolding Fernandez, the satisfied Blade wanted to take Roland, Cinder and Herrez to gamble with the sailors.

Roland didn't like this activity, but Herrez was interested in it.

(Especially under the oil lamp that made it hard to see, a group of people gathered around the oak barrel, swallowing each other's breath, smashing the cards back and forth with their calloused hands - and picking them up themselves. Roland didn't understand what the fun was in that.)

(By the way, before Blade left, he reminded him not to shake hands with anyone on the ship casually - why?)

"animal?"

The young sailor scratched his head: "I used to have a bird, sir, but it flew away... Oh, and a dog, but the captain doesn't like animals..."

"That's because he knows not to harm animals," the sailor lying on his side in the hammock covered his upper body with tattered clothes, with the arm holding the cigarette hanging outside, swaying with the waves, "You young people are not honest..."

He bared his black teeth, his eyes darting between Roland and Shandel - he wanted someone to ask him 'why' so that he could explain it thoroughly.

But no one asked.

"How long will it take us to get there?"

"Two days, sir." The younger sailor was a little embarrassed.

Especially when Shandel looked at him, Roland saw that he blushed.

"Do you often shake hands?"

Roland was still thinking about Blade's words.

There was no beginning or end to it, and the young sailor didn't understand.

"What, sir? Shake hands? We usually shout."

"I mean—"

"Someone has reminded you, little sir," the gorilla hanging in the hammock chuckled, "I think this is the best reminder, a reminder that works everywhere, little sir. I advise you not only not to shake hands with young people on the ship, but also never shake hands with boys over thirteen years old -"

"babble…"

-

Madam is really...

"Innocent?"

-

This impression remained in my mind, and I never wanted to shake hands with anyone else again.

"Others will dislike you, Roland."

-

I can...

"Yes, you were able to help."

There is also a versatile ship's doctor on board.

When Roland was running around and chatting with the sailors, he would play his accordion, sobbing high and low in the indigo-covered boxes and grease - the sailors were used to it. They would usually open the hatch, shout a few folk songs from their hometown to the bumpy music, and then be scolded by the people in another hatch.

Fitz Roy had been on board the ship, given them a warning, and then disappeared.

Mr. Darwin sorted the documents in his cabin one by one and checked whether there was any damage.

Life at sea is boring.

By noon, Roland was already feeling a little bored.

He led Shandel to the dark brown deck to look at the sparkling sea, the fine stitches between the holes in the canvas, and the boy in a small tricorne hat dozing in the shadow of the simple wooden forecastle.

He looked around like a feline patrolling its territory, so much so that by lunch almost all the sailors knew him.

(Though they paid more attention to Shandel.)

By the way.

Mr. Darwin's rooms were the most beautiful--'exquisite', one might say.

It was hard for Roland to imagine that such a beautiful and gorgeous room could be built on a salty and smelly broken ship: it was covered with silk cloth, the head of the bed was made of carved wood, and there was even a chaise longue with gold thread.

"Once you get ashore, you must go to church to confess for half a month."

As Roland spoke, he took the fruits from Darwin's room: fresh, newly replenished fruits and cheeses that were particularly precious at sea. There were also cured meats and dice-sized pieces of bread stacked on a crystal-like glass tray.

He ate everything, took some and passed them to Shandel beside him.

The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, clicking like mice.

Darwin: ...

"If you were my child, you would probably get a beating every two days."

Roland: Click, click, click.

Shandel: Click, click, click.

Darwin: ...

"I'm sorting out some extremely important-"

Roland: Click, click, click.

Shandel: Click, click, click.

A few minutes later.

Darwin: Click, click, click.