The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 775 Ch.774 The Fear of the Naming Master (Additional)

Darwin had no time to name this wrist injury.

Roland was excited.

"It seems we need to find someone with skills to do this job."

Rose: ...

He glanced at Roland silently.

anyway.

It can't be you.

"It doesn't matter, Poseidon. You can call it whatever you want."

Darwin swept the parts on the wooden table at random, put half of his butt on it, picked up the pipe that Rose had given him, smashed the straw that had been filled in it with the hem of his palm, and lit it with a match.

"Anything I can do to help."

He said as he exhaled smoke.

Darwin did not consider whether this thing was valuable or whether it had golden value - no matter how expensive the thing was, it could not repay the life-saving grace.

He just hopes to use his knowledge and experience to give Roland and his friends a little more help... to the best of his ability.

When fighting with some bad boy with pus in his mouth, the blade would pop out with a "clang" and stab his scared face.

To be honest.

He really regretted not being able to meet the "sister" that Roland mentioned.

This weapon is amazing. Maybe his "sister" has more novel ideas that have not been realized yet...

What a pity.

"It should come with a robe."

Rose tilted her head and pondered for a long time, then gestured to Roland: "A robe with long sleeves, or a windbreaker, or a cape. If you are an executive officer, you can slightly modify the size of the cuffs of the uniform... I dare say it is definitely better than a dagger-"

"No, no, no, and no one is allowed to carry an extra dagger."

Rose also likes this weapon very much.

"How about 'Sting'?"

Bee sting.

Short, deadly, unexpected, and swift.

Roland frowned and shook his head: "Too ordinary...Halida?"

"You might as well ask the newspaper boy on the street. At least they are closer to the words." Rose rolled her eyes. "Okay, tell me what you think."

Open your palms and lift your wrists.

Pop out the deadly blade...

"How about calling it Dark Tuning Fork...? Dark... yes... I think it should be called Dark Tuning Fork. Halida, isn't this name better than Bee Sting?"

Halida was a little embarrassed.

On one side is his master and the extremely stupid name he gave him...

On the other side was the second-rate Miss Rose and a fairly decent...

Darwin held his pipe and scratched his face with his little finger, very puzzled: "…What is the Dark Tuning Fork?"

Roland turned toward Rose.

Rose was silent.

Turning to Halida.

Halida was silent.

A heart-wrenching 'sigh'.

"Did you get your head run over by a wagon wheel? That name doesn't make any sense."

A long sound.

"tuning fork."

He pointed to his eyes, to the blade.

"Dark Tuning Fork."

Not to mention Darwin's expression of "it turns out there are new species that have not yet been discovered", Rose was so angry that she laughed.

"Darkness and tuning forks can be combined. Roland, why don't you name yourself 'Darkness·Blind'?"

Roland shook his head: "Tell the truth, Rose."

"The truth is, if you dare to call it 'Dark Tuning Fork', I will call you Dark Blind from tomorrow on."

"What about today?"

"Today - you - Roland! Don't go around the table -!!"

Darwin rubbed his head and looked at Halida.

"Have they always been like this?"

…………

…

In the end, no one's proposal was adopted.

Roland said to call it Dark Tuning Fork. If you disagree, then I also disagree with your "Bee Sting" -

Rose asked, what if I agree?

Roland said that since you agreed, shouldn't it be called Dark Tuning Fork?

Neither of them could convince the other.

Perhaps due to lack of inspiration or considering the possibility of her survival in the cracks, Halida wisely refused to participate in the naming contest—and the judges were themselves.

They argued like this for a long time.

In fact, Roland knew what this thing should be called.

After it was proposed, it was instantly approved by everyone.

Hidden Blade.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Easy to understand.

"I bet you didn't come up with this," Rose said, her hands in her pockets, looking angry, "It must be your sister..."

Roland raised his chin and puffed out his chest: "Of course."

Rose: ...

I don't know why he is so proud.

…

About the hidden blade.

In addition to Roland's wonderful ideas, Darwin also drew a dozen drawings for the inspiration he caught by chance.

On the side of the retaining spring, in another miniature structure, a single-port inclination is made that does not require rebound.

It's exactly the size of a test tube.

After wearing the hidden blade, you can load holy water into the independent track on the edge of the hidden blade just like loading ammunition, and link a long needle at the inclined position to pierce and load the bullet.

When holy water is needed, the arms are swept outward.

It can be sprayed over a wide area.

If you lower your arms, the holy water will soak the blade along the angle, turning it into a temporarily sanctified weapon that has miraculous effects on the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

That's a great idea.

The only problem is the design - or rather, the manufacturing.

Although only a little bit of ingenuity was added, it would take several times longer to create.

'It'd be best if this thing was lightweight, Roland. The more features it has, the less practical it would be - in reality, you usually just use it to pierce your enemies' necks, don't you?'

Darwin decided to think about it again.

"Just now when we talked about identity..."

Roland suddenly remembered.

Darwin's identity can no longer be described in words.

"A new name."

Darwin waved his hands and said in surprise, "I'll name it myself, Roland, my benefactor. I have only one request - I can do it myself, okay?"

Roland: ...

Rose couldn't stop laughing: "I think you are about to become notorious, Roland."

The three of them had a meal of 'creative dishes' made by Darwin...

Anyway, Roland didn't think it tasted good.

——Forcibly mix a lot of vegetables that you don’t know and don’t want to get to know into a pot, add a lot of seasonings, then add water, then add more seasonings…

The meat was also overcooked.

Darwin had a lot of fun.

"The sirens."

After dinner, he leaned back in the recliner with his bulging belly and lit a pipe of tobacco flavored with white pepper and milk.

Burp a few more times.

This is heaven on earth.

"Siren?"

"I mean, those sirens who saved me, the deal you mentioned."

When talking about business, the room naturally became a little quieter.

Darwin was worried about Roland. Given this child's personality, it would be easy for him to overlook one thing - any work needs time to ferment after publication.

"Your 'Siren Story' has to be put on the agenda, Roland. There is only one year left. If necessary, I can introduce a few friends to you."

"How do I introduce myself? The executive officer who kicked Darwin off the ship?"

Darwin chuckled: "You can say that you are my student."

"Don't worry, Charles. I have a plan."

Compared with Darwin's friends, Roland had a ready-made publishing house around him.

And the only new author that the publishing house is responsible for:

Ian Bronte 'Mr.