Chapter 696 Ch695 Charles Babbage

Chapter 696

This weird man is another 'Charles'.

This is another Charles in addition to the "Charles Croy" that has been entangled with each other in the morning and later to solve the hatred that each other entangled with each other, and the recently famous 'Charles Darwin'.

He introduced himself and asked Roland to write his own name on paper.

"I have to know how to call you, kid."

The weird man named Charles Babech said so.

He drank saliva and handed a pen to Roland, a note that had been used.

Roland tried to bypass the cave above and wrote his own name.

"... Nicole Robin, a good name."

Babech squeezed his eyebrows and looked at the crooked words on the paper. With the light of the fire, he lifted old high, as if looking at what important proposal, looked at the paper, and looked at the girl who covered his face.

"All right."

He said.

"So why don't you be in the bed -thought I was going to ask this? I am not a nun who died husbands. I think you are managed to do this all day long. normal."

"I knew it was to cultivate tutors, and I would never promise their invitation ..." The more he said, the smaller the voice, the more you said, "...

He seemed used to speaking himself and listening to himself, and he didn't care about the students in front of him.

Maybe a dumb is more suitable for getting along.

"Okay, you should sleep after listening to the story, a good girl," Babeic torn a piece of note, brushed a few strokes on it, and rudely stuffed it to Roland, "Hold, if that group, if that group of groups I have no man who wants the "virgin" to find you in this life, just show her this. "

"I said you work for me to this time."

He waved his hand and asked her to leave.

Roland pointed to the iron cage in the corner.

The sleeping side, I do n’t know when I woke up early, I was picking up the cage with a sharp claw, sucking with my mouth, and melting, and to complete the great cause of escape from prison.

Babei turned his head and glanced, immediately shouted, "Piece of the cross", running over a smoke, and pulled the blanket wrapped.

"... Half a week ago, I found it in the room. This is a rare, and the little hedgehog that didn't fall into our hands."

Obviously not.

Although Roland didn't know how the weird mad scholar caught it, this thing was obviously not hedgehog.

The appearance of the mouse, the fur is full of spines, the claws are favorable, and the tongue is slender.

This is a needle.

It is heterogeneous.

This gentleman is very lucky, because the heterogeneous species of ‘whole body’ are also toxins. If he is really stabbed, he will never be able to speak now.

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Nympho

"Name":

"Type": heterogeneous

"Description": Specially popular cute little animal.

Tongue is slender.

The fur has thorns and toxic.

Low vision, relying on the sense of smell and hearing, like to eat metal.

The skin can make a ritual blanket, which can make it easier for mortals to sleep in the world -premise that it can spell a complete and cover the body blanket instead of gloves.

Needle will not actively attack any creatures, usually you will find them between metals and metals.

These cute little things are the best thieves, and the wide and soft feet will not make any sound during crawling -if you are particularly lucky, after killing a needle, he is fortunate to find their gifts (secret organs), this It means that you will completely get rid of poverty.

As secret organs, their noses can mark a variety of odors, and their memory is as long as months.

The fur can make the skin's skin spike.

The feet can bring the power of 'permanent quietness'.

certainly.

Many people don't have such luck.

You shouldn't.

Note: They love metals enthusiastically, but if they are not metals, there are no other things to resist their sharp and sharp claws. Don't try to raise and imprison a needle, otherwise, you will pay the extremely heavy price for your stupidity and their "harmless".

Nympho

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"... I planned to spend a few days and ask in the market, maybe I can sell a few money -now I don't need it. When the Darwin comes back, maybe he will be interested."

Roland looked at the entire room.

The gentleman did lack money and lack of money. The shirts on the hanger had been washed repeatedly, and it was slightly yellow.

"What? Do you want? Child, I spent a lot of effort to catch it."

Babech saw Roland step forward, pointed to the iron cage, and fingered himself.

"I don't want to sell a lot ..."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He looked at Roland's head, looked at her simple long skirt, and expensive wide -brimmed hats that were not consistent with the long skirt, and saw that this was a girl who was not short of money.

"From the strange algae to the strange animals?" Babech murmured and said a figure confusing.

He was a little ashamed to talk about money to students, but he really lacked this thing.

"Sixty pounds ... children, you have to know, it may not have research value. If those people are given, they may be higher-"

He observed the girl's limbs (can't see his face), and his mouth was confused, saying that it was not that he wanted, but it was rare.

Roland shook his head, nodded again, returned to the desktop, and wrote a sentence on the paper.

"Deal, sir."

Babbage was overjoyed.

He had been having a hard time recently. If someone hadn't helped him, he would have had to stop his great cause.

"For your generosity, kid."

He raised his glass of water to Roland, but didn't think of pouring a glass for him. He drank a sip and kicked the iron cage rudely with his foot.

"The blanket is for you."

He said.

"If you run away, don't blame me."

After Babbage finished speaking, he turned around and studied the pile of manuscripts piled up like a mountain, as if according to his rules, the matter was over.

Roland didn't respond, so the room soon became quiet.

Until ten minutes later.

When the man realized it later and turned back to get another drawing, he found that there was a girl who hadn't left the room.

"...Anything else?"

Roland raised the note in his hand.

It said: But I don't have any money now.

Babbage scratched his head, looking impatient: "Then tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or some other day. Child, ask your servant to bring it here. Now, take the paper I gave you and the hedgehog and go back to where you belong."

After he finished speaking, he turned back, muttering something like 'Should I ask for more', 'Benefactor, it ate two of my gears'...

Roland was helpless.

He picked up the iron cage wrapped in a velvet blanket, and before going out, he took a last look at the metal machine in the corner.

And the scattered manuscripts, awls, grinding rulers and various tools on the table.

He had a sense of déjà vu.

This weird man was particularly similar to Victor Sala in some ways.