The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 742 Ch.741 Divine Power (Additional)

Yes.

Darwin knew his fate long ago.

The fact that he asked Roland for help in the cabin meant that he had anticipated his fate before arriving in Cornwall, or even earlier.

"That newspaper, Mr. Collins. A newspaper that has come a long way."

There is a little-known episode in this.

That book.

His friend had warned him to be careful when Victoria asked him for the manuscript.

Fanatics are no joke.

"The voice of truth..." Roland looked at his shoulders that collapsed like soft paper soaked in water, and spoke each word lightly: "Truth... is the sound of a bullet being fired, Mr. Darwin. That's the sound of a gun."

Darwin rolled out a pipe of tobacco, filled the bowl with it happily, and began to take big sips.

Now that Roland agreed to the request, there was nothing to worry about.

He was afraid of death, but to be honest, it wasn't as scary as he had imagined - he just couldn't see his wife and daughter anymore.

"You should have kept your thoughts to yourself and told them five or ten years later. Would all that knowledge die of old age in five years?"

Roland couldn't understand.

He knew he would die if he did this, so why was he so impatient?

"Because your majesty can't wait."

Darwin was like a broken branch, with no vitality in his smile: "Everything I have comes from your Majesty and my mentor, Mr. Collins. Perhaps you don't know."

"I knew His Majesty before I even stepped on this ship."

Roland listened silently.

"Yes," Darwin flipped through the silent photos in his memory. He could still smell the faint scent of the ointment from that conversation that day. "For all her help over the years, I can't repay her even a little bit."

"not to mention…"

"Five years, ten years, now. What's the difference, Mr. Collins?"

"I was eager to share it with everyone, to let the truth grow in the sun as it should be - we came into the world with different missions. I have completed mine, isn't that right?"

He turned around, opened the drawer, took out the wrinkled book, and pushed it again and again with his thumb.

"I will let everyone know immediately and teach them clearly. I will let them praise or insult me, sing praises or spit on me. Burn my book or use it to replace the Book of Eden and take its place on the bookshelf -"

“From the polish of these voices and ideas, a gem will be born that everyone can own – what color do you prefer?”

Roland Youyou: "I am blind."

Darwin put down his book, picked up his pipe, and laughed heartily for the first time.

Roland still couldn't understand this man's thoughts.

"You're like one of my friends."

He told him the story of Victor Sala.

The story of a sculptor who knew the difference between life and death, but still set out on the road to death without looking back.

"Yes, each of us is pursuing the truth in our hearts. We don't need to be understood by others, nor do we need others' sympathy. Mr. Collins. In my opinion, pursuing the truth is the happiest thing in the world."

Darwin touched his cracked lips, and his eyes suddenly became as sharp as spears.

"What do you want?"

Roland rubbed his fingers subconsciously: There should be a hot coin there.

“…I think so.”

"What is that?" the scholar asked.

"Family, friends," Roland paused for a moment after saying these two words: "...and hope."

Darwin stared at him for a long moment, his laughter as light as hair falling on a blanket.

"Family, friends, hope...hope."

He repeated three words, each time heavier than the last.

"That is greater than what I pursue, Mr. Collins. You are much greater than what I pursue..." Darwin looked at the extremely young boy, seeing his hesitation and confusion, as if he was a hurricane that had not yet decided on its direction, and was only expanding and churning in his flesh and blood.

only.

Even though he had decades more experience and knowledge, he was unable to point Bao Feng in the right direction.

But he can tell the wind to blow only as you think.

Natural disasters do not need to let mortals decide their destination.

“Have you been insisting on this?”

“Sometimes I insist, sometimes I don’t.”

“Is this your goal?”

"uncertain."

"That's right, Mr. Collins. No one will try their best to 'breathe' - it has been flowing in everyone's blood vessels and branded on the soul. When I first saw you, I found that there was a clear path in your eyes, but also a fog of confusion that covered the path..."

"But you have to believe that every step you take is correct... Have I said too much?" Darwin looked at the stunned young man, his old face flushed: "I haven't been a mentor to others for a long time. Frankly speaking, it's quite addictive..."

Roland shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Darwin."

"for what?"

"For the pure souls I cannot save, an ending I do not like."

But Darwin did not see resentment and anger in his eyes, nor did he see pity and mercy - there was only some faint regret that melted in the wind like the wine on the table.

'I'm sorry to hear a story that ends tragically.'

'But it's a good story.'

This bizarre and detached perspective and attitude made the scholar unable to suppress his inner desire for exploration and curiosity, just like the first time he raised a question, performed an autopsy, and verified a trivial conjecture several years ago.

Roland Collins, a wonderful, genuine young man.

"You are already saving it," he turned sideways and patted the piles of wrinkled papers with his thick palms, as if they were precious and irreplaceable relics like slices of his heart, "These are my soul."

Boom——

There was thunder and lightning outside the window.

The sound of running approaching cut off the tombstone growing upward between the two people.

The door was pushed open roughly, hit the wall, and was slammed back again.

The sound of banging and clanging never stopped.

"We are in big trouble!"

Heres was breathing heavily, followed by a girl who had just done a bun with her gray hair.

"What the hell—"

Boom——

As the thunder blew the night into a flash of day, the giant beast awakened from its sleep and also lifted the waves that had covered it for years.

The hull suddenly swayed to the right, left, and right several times, like lightning splitting the dark clouds.

Herez and Shandel were thrown into the cabin and kicked over several suitcases.

Darwin went in the opposite direction from Roland.

He first hit the table in front of the glass window, then was thrown against another wall while he was holding his waist and screaming in pain, and fell hard on the ground.

The clock above his head was shaking, and when the second daylight came, it rose up with the surging waves, completely freed itself from the metal bolt, and headed sharply towards Darwin's eyes. The next moment, it was kicked into pieces of varying sizes by Roland.

"It seems that Captain Roy is right. This thing will smash your head sooner or later."

"I hope you can correct your 'little flaw'." Darwin couldn't wait, and after being helped up by Roland, he immediately stumbled to the desk and looked out through the window.

Thunderclouds and storms are just carvings on the ribs to serve as embellishments.

The real culprits, they were not the ones who cut open the flesh and blood.

It's a tsunami.

One of the most terrible natural disasters in the world.

"Goddess, please..."

Like a mortal, he could no longer control his tone in front of the real divine power that allowed people to look directly at it but would not let them live.

"Goddess! It's a tsunami! Quick! Quick--"