The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 759 Ch.758 Discussion and Curiosity with Steam Scud

Although she did not inherit her teacher's romanticism and passion, Deloz had the same extraordinary courage as her sister Giles in some ways - she nodded seriously, like a rebellious child who had done something bad and wanted her parents to know.

"I think I'm in love with him."

Droz said.

This attracted all the ladies in the small room to gather around.

Whether it was Montagu or Vesey, the two ladies with whom Deloz was not very familiar - men and love were two things that could quickly bring women closer.

"…He is very pretty, no, very handsome. I guarantee that he is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He is humorous and respectful. From the time we met to the time we said goodbye, he never stopped praising me…"

Lovelace chuckled: "Never stopped talking?" Then she turned to one side and laughed with the other two ladies, knowing each other.

Droz's cheeks turned red at their laughter.

"…teacher."

"Oh, I know, it's nothing, peck. Love is like that, it's one thing at first, and when you really can't stop, it's another thing - did you kiss?"

Droz shook his head.

"He's been busy with work, and I haven't found time to write to him yet."

The older Lady Montagu interrupted: "Write a letter? What an old-fashioned way. Go find him, child, and tell him you love him with your clever mouth - you'll always be waiting for an invitation to an engagement party. Don't be like Vesey."

They asked him how handsome and beautiful he was to make a girl who was immersed in academics fall in love with him at first sight. To put it bluntly, love at first sight means "he/she ignites my fire, and if I can't get him/her, I will burn in flames"...

This is very simple, but the threshold is extremely high.

At least for a girl like Droz, a girl from the 'Fonseca House' who is used to seeing the 'aunts' working all year round, it is not easy.

“Indescribably beautiful.”

Deloz replied softly, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and glanced at the three amorous ladies warily.

"Look at that. Just now, he was as eager as a rabbit, eager to join us. In the blink of an eye--"

They laughed so hard that they trembled, and Droz hung his head in shame.

"Tell us, which family is the boy from?" As top wealthy ladies, Montagu and Vesey deserve the word "well-informed" - there are many boys in the upper circle, and even more of them of marriageable age.

Of course, 'marriageable' cannot be used as a range.

The marriageable age for men starts at sixteen and does not end at sixty.

Obviously Deloz wouldn't fall in love with a sixty-year-old, at least not someone he'd call 'indescribably pretty' - right?

"He's just like me."

Delozie muttered, looking up at Lovelace nervously.

This lady is both a teacher and a mother.

She was afraid that she would be unhappy or make some bad comments...

That was a blow to her as well.

"Nothing wrong, little peck."

Lovelace said in a light voice: "You can see from our gathering that we despise those people from the bottom of our hearts - but he must be a good man. I'm afraid none of us will be happy if he hurts your feelings."

Droz clenched his fists: "He won't break my heart."

"How do you know?"

"I just know it."

Lovelace opened her folding fan with a snap and fanned herself while teasing the two people beside her: "Watch your words, ladies."

Droz was even more embarrassed.

"What is he for, then? A poet? A novelist? Or a musician in an orchestra?"

Lovelace knows her students.

Without some real skills, you won't be able to win the heart of this child.

"He is..."

Droz pursed his lips.

"What is it?"

"Executor," Deloz looked at the teacher and said firmly, "An executive officer of the Inquisition, an executive officer who is called a 'cold-blooded beast' by the people and who burned his relatives alive."

oh…

This answer is so surprising.

The three ladies looked at each other.

There's nothing to fear.

——The fact that they were able to establish the Blue Socks proves that they are definitely not the kind of people who listen to rumors or follow rules.

Whether they are ladies who often attend parties or male guests who are occasionally invited - regardless of their status, family background or occupation, they are a group of people who are more independent than the current society.

"That's got to be done carefully."

Unlike poets and musicians, executive officers were obviously not suitable for discussion in this atmosphere. She started a new topic and tacitly avoided it with the other two ladies.

"Let's talk about more important things, Peck."

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

She said.

"If you want to join us, you have to take a test."

test?

Droz wondered.

She had never heard Mr. William or her previous teachers mention any "tests" - besides, since Mr. Babbage was invited to join the workshop, she should also follow Babbage and Ms. Lovelace...?

"Yeah, there wasn't any originally. But today it suddenly appeared."

The lady with her folding fan closed walked around the round table and picked up the frosted red-covered novel that couldn't be more exquisitely bound.

"We're betting on whether the author of this book is a man or a woman."

She tapped the gilt letters on the cover with her fingernails.

Jane Eyre

Author: Ian Bronte.

Deloz touched the cover and turned to the back to take a look.

"It's two to one now, peck. Go back and read it, and tell us which side you're on - and if you guess right, go buy a pair of blue socks."

Droz blinked: "If I guess wrong..."

"Go buy a pair of blue socks, too."

The obvious teasing made Droz puff up his cheeks.

She hugged the novel to her chest and said in a higher voice: "I will guess it right."

Lovelace shrugged: "I think it's a woman anyway. It looks at Mr. Rochester as I look at William..."

Before Deloze could make more aggressive remarks, the other two ladies began to chatter and tease, asking Lovelace "what kind of gaze", "who else did she gaze at besides William", "was it a gaze from below, or a look down from above", "was it a gaze or a service, or both..."

They are not at the age where they 'should' play around, but they keep talking and playing like young girls.

Droz's eyes were full of longing.

…………

…

Small outdoor room.

William King is showing Babbage around the workshop.

This so-called "future" workshop not only houses those amazing spider teapots and simulated animals, but also many large-scale machines that have returned to their "original form" and allow people to glimpse their essence.

"That's why we need your research."

William said.

"White ore has good adaptability. It can store "secrets" and has energy far beyond our imagination. With your creation, we can calculate more accurately and quickly, and perhaps we can realize more imagined functions through multiple programming..."

Babbage stopped in front of the strange bicycle.

The same metal beam, but with a small gas tank hanging underneath, connected to the metal gears and chains.

"We call it 'steam scud.'"