The Secret Code of Monsters

#747 - Ch746 Goodbye, Darwin

Chapter 747 Ch.746 Goodbye, Darwin

Darwin wasn't the only thing that bothered Fernandez.

The ritualist that attacked them.

The Ritualist of the Maelstrom...

It must be the Maelstrom - apart from them, who else would be so bold as to do such a thing...

Um…

Not necessarily?

Anyway, he had to report it to Lady Enid Jutia - how to negotiate with the Maelstrom afterwards, compensation or anything else was not his concern.

Roland Collins…

Mistress Enid's little lover is on board...

The Maelstrom must pay tens of thousands of pounds...

Is he too conservative?

——As to whether it is a big whirlpool or not.

It doesn't matter at all.

"Thank the goddess."

Unlike Fitz Roy, Darwin was grateful to Eve, who was in charge of the four seasons. When Roland asked him, knowing where humans came from and having a mind far superior to that of ordinary people, how could he...

"How can we not believe that the gods will save the world?"

A disaster turned the old scholar into a 'salty dog'.

He took off the shirt that was sticking to his body and changed into a neat suit that he had kept at the bottom of his closet.

This doesn't match the mess in the room.

"As I said, Mr. Collins. Faith and science go hand in hand. I believe that humans do not need the help of any 'greater existence', and I believe it unshakably, but I also believe that when we keep our feet firmly on the earth, our souls may reach the sky -"

Darwin shook the only remaining bottle of red wine and the goblet he had brought with him.

In the noisy evening, he rejected the sailors' invitation to celebrate and had a final conversation with Roland alone - this was also the reason why he was dressed so 'hypocritically':

When he died, he hoped that he could meet the gods in a more dignified manner.

Or go to a place where there is no God and there is no afterlife at all -

It will rot, or before it has time to rot, it will become food in the fish's stomach.

That's good too.

"Call me Roland, Mr. Darwin."

Roland saw that he looked like an old gorilla who had picked up an inappropriate suit.

"Bullet, or dagger, or rope--I still have this power. For the sake of that book, Mr. Darwin, we have discussed and decided that you can choose the method of death."

Darwin was amused: "Only three? My level and status only deserve three?"

"Please be considerate. We just survived a disaster." Roland patted his shoulder, walked to the broken long table, and drank the red wine in a coffee cup. "I thought you would beg for mercy."

"A wise man does not ask for the fire to cool."

Darwin took a sip of red wine and seemed very relaxed: "You are very special, Roland Collins. I have discovered along the way that you are the only one who does not reject my theory - from the bottom of your heart."

"You are not pious enough, and you are bolder than others... No, to be exact, it's not a question of 'piety'."

It's not like Darwin had never heard of cults.

But even cultists have their own gods to support - or so-called beliefs and persistence.

Roland Collins did not.

No believer?

I don’t know. Roland didn’t give a direct answer.

"I've seen a lot of faith, and most of them make things worse," he said softly.

Darwin smiled and said, "Then you won't like me even more."

"I made a lot of things worse, didn't I? Disputes were caused by me, the Holy Cross, the Great Whirlpool, or other scattered sects, I gave them a lance..."

"But I never wanted them to charge God with it, not once."

Roland shook his head: "No, quite the opposite, sir."

Roland, who had been "educated" by Nina Collins, always had countless doubts about gods, beliefs, religion, science, and new waves of thought.

His little head is filled with walking castles, flying steel boxes, ridiculous speeches on equality, and a fantasy world where no one will go hungry.

A bathhouse you can never leave once you lose your name, a sword that can split the ocean.

A magical metal box that allows people to visit each other across the world by tapping their fingers, and save the town's wine by traveling through time and exchanging bodies.

He couldn't tell which of these dreamlike stories were true and which were false.

But they were condensed into words, flowing through Roland's soul, and when they resonated he could only hear one voice:

hope.

All the stories my sister told, whether close to reality or close to mystery, undoubtedly told the same theme.

hope.

And in Roland's opinion.

To some extent, Darwin does represent hope.

"If you could live another ten years, Mr. Darwin, what would you like to do?"

The old scholar thought seriously for about ten seconds.

"Continue to blaspheme?"

After saying this, he laughed.

"I will never give up my thirst for truth, just like Mr. Victor Sala in the story you told me - for him, tapping is a way to find the truth... What's the difference between me and him?"

"There are still many areas that are not perfect in this research. If I had more time, I might leave behind 'Theory of Evolution 2' and 'Theory 3'. Maybe one day, I will really change my direction from questioning the origin of mankind to questioning gods and faith -"

Darwin's voice was calm: "If I still have... time."

Roland murmured, "Yes. What a pity, sir... What a pity."

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The execution of Darwin did not require the presence of anyone outside the court.

In fact, the choice Roland was talking about was not a real choice: he had no right to choose how he died.

He could only "repent for his blasphemous behavior and then threw himself into the sea" - he brought a storm and killed several sailors in the disaster.

In order to appease the restless souls who died because of him, he decided to die in this turbulent ocean, hoping to seek forgiveness from the Father of All Things...

Do not spread anger on the earth any more.

Holy Cross has already arranged what will be said about his death.

No guns needed.

Just a dagger.

Roland volunteered.

"Let me send him away, Fernandez. He's the only one I've spent the most time with."

So at midnight, I was about to overlook the Port of London.

Roland and the upright old scholar came to the stern.

Shandel and the other executors were in the distance, standing in the darker night.

"Do you want me to give your wife a message?"

"I don't really want your handsome face to appear in front of my wife," Darwin joked. "I don't have any regrets either - keep my knowledge safe. Roland Collins, the executor of the Tribunal, isn't he the best at manipulating fire?"

"I am not the Holy Flame, and you are not the Young Spark."

"Don't mention the word 'young'—"

Before he could finish, Roland turned the dagger and stabbed it into the back of the student's head!

He shivered a few times and then went limp like boiled noodles.

then.

Roland kicked him into the sea.

"goodbye…"

"Mr. Darwin."

Roland stood there for a moment, until the waves began to dance on his face.

Look back.

Fernandez was no longer visible in the moonlight.

When he wiped the dagger and returned to the blade, he found that in addition to Fernandez, Jerez was gone.