The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 752 Ch.751 Period

Louis Heyman's 'compensation' was beyond Roland's expectations -

A book made of human skin that records great techniques.

Organology.

One of the nine great arts. The last time the Crow hunted down the cultists, he used it to change the appearance of Roland and Shandel.

This kind of precious knowledge is mostly hidden in the hands of the Ring of Eternal Silence and the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, and is rarely circulated on the market.

Although it is not complete.

This knowledge...

To be honest, the only person at the tea party who was interested and capable of learning it was Sander Kratov.

Organology is different from occult studies. It requires extraordinary learning ability and desire for exploration, and at the same time, it is indispensable to have a variety of accumulations in various subjects - Shandel can and can only be Shandel.

Rose had little to say on that score.

She was very happy that there was someone in the sect who could change her appearance, so that she and Halida could go to those high-end salons openly and fish in troubled waters - at the same time, she would not have to endure the painful learning process herself.

She smiled at Shandel for the first time, and hoped that she would put down her work and study this incomplete great art as soon as possible...

I was quite happy.

Until Shandel told Roland that she had nowhere to go.

'An old fellow walking around my house, probably without a shirt on - would you let your woman live under the same roof with someone like that, Roland?'

Rose didn't understand.

What is 'your woman'?

"You really shouldn't have saved me, Mr. Collins."

Darwin didn't know what happened, but he did take over the magpie's nest and squeezed out the gray-haired lady, Sandel Kratov. The girl was gentle and considerate, and he really couldn't bear to do that.

"I should find a hotel, maybe in the East End, an inconspicuous one..."

"Don't worry, Charles. I have discussed with Shandel and will rent this house to you at a price of one penny a week. Please make a list as soon as possible so that we can start to transform it... For example, do you want a workshop or something?"

A penny a week is like giving it away for free.

“…I don’t know how to repay you.”

Roland spread his hands: "I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe, dance or something...?"

"If I were a girl, I would agree," Darwin said with a smile, "Of course, if you were a girl, you probably wouldn't kick my butt so hard, right?"

"I have to make sure you get off the boat."

“We can discuss this in advance…”

"To be honest, I don't really believe in your acting skills." Roland pushed the cut apple forward and ate it with a paring knife. "...I'm not very busy recently, so I'll ask the maid to deliver food once a week. You'd better give me an address, the address of your wife's home."

There's nothing wrong with Darwin hiding in the Shandel family.

No one would dare to venture here.

——Although Rose asked him why he did that.

This blasphemer is a real problem.

'I don't know either.'

Roland hadn't thought of a reason at the time.

In short, the curly-haired girl was not very happy.

Shandel is the opposite.

After renting the house to Darwin for a penny, she received Roland's promise that a room would be hers when the house in the West End was renovated.

Make a killing.

A house only costs a few dollars.

If Rose found a man other than Roland to marry tomorrow, she would be willing to give her younger sister 10,000 pounds as a dowry.

"Okay, okay. Maybe... I can think of a way to repay you." Darwin looked at the young man in front of him who was chewing an apple, pursed his dry lips, and slowly asked: "... Maybe I shouldn't ask, Mr. Collins."

"Those 'creatures' are..."

Roland nodded: "You really should trust your intuition."

Darwin: ...

He had some understanding of this man's character.

"Is it a mermaid?"

"It's the Siren," Roland told him, "or any other name. They don't care. Are you starting to be interested in alien species?"

“I’ve always been interested.”

Darwin said that alien species are also living things. He never had the opportunity to study these cute little creatures born out of human imagination. Since the day he was rescued, he has been thinking about this all day long:

How did Roland reason with these marine creatures?

Do they have the same vocal organs as humans and use human language?

or…

They're not the only ones who are weird.

Whenever Darwin thought of this, he trembled with excitement.

This implies a more blasphemous answer.

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Roland Collins was not normal.

"If I were a fool, I would thank you in a gruff voice and shake your hands like noodles. Then, I would swear to repay you with my life. If I were a girl, I would sing your love song and repay your kindness with my body..."

Darwin leaned on the table, looking at Roland as Randolph looked at gold.

"But I am a scholar, Mr. Collins. You saved me, but left me with a question for which there is no answer..."

Putting aside the unspeakable things like the mystical organs, there is actually nothing to keep secret about the transactions with the sirens.

"trade?"

"I promised to find them sisters, mothers, or aunts... or maybe no aunts."

Darwin glanced at Roland silently before lowering his head.

This is not the answer.

Or rather, not the real answer.

It is not uncommon for sirens to trade with sailors and with the poor people caught in storms and natural disasters.

There are similar stories in many banned books.

For example, a traveler who got lost in the snowy mountains and a white, eight-winged bird that could speak human language. For example, a fairy in a crystal bottle that fulfilled wishes that was found when one was down and out.

Or those who are summoned by ritual and invited into the room...

A variety of different species.

Real, made up.

The reason why Darwin said this was not the answer to the question stems from the most basic point - he had the audacity to talk to those alien species amid his ups and downs of coughing.

A guess that made him shudder but also regained his youthful passion... and the answer.

Roland Collins himself was not normal.

pity.

Now is not the time.

His current situation did not allow him to let his scholarly spirit irritate the young gentleman in front of him. Maybe he would not get angry... But for Darwin himself, this approach really made him feel that it was a bit too much.

"…Perhaps I can give you something in return for that."

The old scholar suppressed his curiosity and forced himself to skip this tempting question.

"The alien species was born from human imagination, Mr. Collins. I suggest you spend some money to find a novelist who writes for the gold pound - I can do this, but I can't guarantee that it will be popular..."

Roland did have a few stories about sirens.

Miss Nina said so.

"I have an idea, Charles. Live your life the way you want to live it, and focus on what you want to focus on."

Roland checked the time and prepared to leave.

"What I want to study most now is you and that siren." Darwin scratched his head and sighed silently.

Roland hurried back to the courtroom.

According to Fernandez, Enid was so angry about the attack that she sent him on a special trip to the Maelstrom - who would admit to such a thing without any evidence?