Chapter 910: Investigation Team’s Notebook
A group of people gathered in the canteen in the cabin.
Gordon pulled over the blackboard used to write menus in the canteen and used it as a drawing board. Hayata held the chalk and was responsible for drawing.
Several patterns have been drawn on it.
Simple drawings of swords and crossbows, wine bottles and glasses, thunder and lightning, telescopes, quills, and the abstract word "special".
"Does anyone have any other ideas or suggestions?"
"Cat head! Where is the cat head I proposed!" Gale slapped the table and yelled.
No one was even interested in discussing it and simply ignored her.
An insignificant assistant researcher wearing thick glasses raised his hand carefully, "How about a notebook?
Whether it is the notes of the hunters recording the mission, the scriveners Don’t both the investigation notes of field exploration and the research notes of alchemists and researchers use notebooks? ”
Gordon raised his eyebrows. Apart from the weird abstract "special", this is the only emblem proposal so far that can represent the entire Special Investigation Team to a certain extent.
Hayata picked up the chalk and drew a notebook pattern on the blackboard.
Because it was closed, it looked like a brick at first glance. She was not very satisfied. She thought about it, erased it, and drew a new pattern of an open notebook.
Hertha, who rarely speaks proactively, also made a suggestion, "This looks rather monotonous. Do you want to add a bookmark? It will also be easier to distinguish from other books."
See many The person nodded in agreement, and Hayata added another bookmark on the left page.
Gordon pinched his chin, he liked this design quite a lot.
Compared to those designs that either represent personal preferences, represent a certain group, or are completely unclear.
Although the pattern of this notebook is simple, it is quite representative, like the steering wheel of the Fourth Investigation Group.
Anhil raised his hand and suggested, "When the items with the team badge are distributed, you can also imprint your personal characteristics on the blank page to the right of this notebook pattern.
For example, if the alcohol team likes wine, they can brand wine glasses and bottles. Aziz likes fishing, so he can brand fish and fishing rods. If you can’t think of it, there is no sense of inconsistency in printing the name, which is also helpful for differentiation. ”
There were many people who were originally inclined towards this notebook pattern, and Ancier's proposal suddenly attracted many "die-hards" to come over.
They want to have a personal touch.
The blank pages of this notebook pattern can be used as they please, but no matter how they play with it, it is still the "notebook" that symbolizes the special investigation team.
There was no suspense anymore, but out of a "sense of ceremony", Gordon still conducted a full vote.
The notebook design was indeed approved with a high vote.
"Then it's decided." Gordon erased the other patterns on the blackboard and patted the blackboard. "The badge of our special investigation team is the 'Notes of the Investigation Team'!"
A few days have passed since then. sky.
Maybe it’s because most of the members of the special investigation team are young people.
The ship is still floating on the sea, and it is still far away from the New World. Someone has already asked the craftsmen to help them create a soldering iron with the regimental emblem pattern.
The leather parts of many members' clothing have been branded with emblems, and the hunters are no exception.
It was a bit stupid to use high temperature to brand the pattern on the armor, which would damage the surface of the armor. So they found some leather scraps, branded the emblem on it, and hung it on the armor in the form of a belt or decorative cloth.
There are also rebellious ones.
Gail branded a notebook emblem on her obsolete cat-headed (ankylosaurus) helmet, and then made another cat-head on the blank page of the emblem, looping carefully until it can no longer be drawn.
Gordon feels that this behavior is mainly due to freshness, but in the view of Mecca, the dragon tribe hunter, this is an initial sign of cohesion.
Gordon dragged Hayata out of the cabin room again.
"The oil film hasn't been applied yet," Hayata muttered.
“It’s almost done.” Gordon dragged her away. “Those knives of yours are too bright to be used as mirrors. I don’t know that you wiped them over and over again, oiled them, wiped them clean, and applied them to the knife. What's the knife oil picture for?
I've used two bottles of knife oil for you. "
Hayata answered seriously, "This is to cultivate a relationship with the sword, well, Master Yamos taught me."
"If you continue to cultivate it, it will not be a relationship. , it’s time to cultivate mold, go to the deck to dry it out!”
In terms of strength, Hayata is definitely unable to compete with Gordon and can only be dragged along.
The two came to the deck, the weather was very good.
The sun was shining and the wind was blowing, but not too strong.
In the wake of the dragon boat, there will be some small fish and shrimps picked up by the current. The terns that can fly across the sea will follow the big boat to prey on these fish and shrimps.
“It’s a pretty seabird, isn’t it? You can’t see it inland.”
While Gordon was sighing with emotion, a pterosaur kept on the boat swooped down and swallowed a tern in one gulp.
At the same time, more pterosaurs swooped down from the mast, causing the terns to flee in all directions, their feathers flying everywhere.
“It’s full of life.” Gordon smiled awkwardly.
Hayata rolled her eyes. The sun and wind today are indeed very comfortable, and she can spend more time in the sun on the deck.
Just as they were about to find a place to sit down, close their eyes and enjoy the sunshine, Hayata suddenly heard someone calling them.
They shifted their gaze and found that Aziz was waving to them on the side of the deck, "Gordon! Hayata! If you have time, come over and help me!"
I was going up to the deck to bask in the sun. The sun was idle, and the two of them walked towards Az.
Azi held several fishing rods in his arms, flashed his white teeth and said to them: "There is a big guy! It has been following us these days. I plan to catch it. Can you help me watch it together? Did you lower the rod?
I just got hooked once, what a pity. I couldn’t hold on, and the fishing rod was pulled away!”
“Okay, okay.” Gordon stuck his head out of the side of the boat and looked at the sea below, “But the fish here are so bad. Big one? All the fishing rods in your hands were taken away?”
Although Aziz is not the same size as him and Ted, as a six-star spear user, there is no doubt about the strength and stability of the center of gravity.
Is the big guy you are talking about really a "fish" in the conventional sense?
Hayata, who doesn't often fish, also asked curiously, "What do you use as bait in this open sea area?"
Azi chuckled and pointed to the ground. The spikes are nearly two meters long and the sailfish is still jumping.
Gordon's expression became weird. He thought this was your harvest. Is this your bait?
Az squatted down, pulled away the fishing lines wrapped around the fishing rods, and then inserted several sharp iron hooks about the size of a palm into the swordfish's body.
Blood seeped out and the swordfish jumped wildly.
“Um, prepare to use a few fishing rods together, maybe this way we can pull that guy up!” Aziz gave Gordon and Hayata a fishing rod each, and the line on the fishing rod was the same as the fishing rod. The hook has been set on the swordfish.
This was the first time that Gordon saw several fishing rods hanging one bait. He was a little doubtful, "Can this really catch the bait?"
"Um, I don't know." Zi smiled and said: "I've never fished like this before, but that guy should take the bait, he is very greedy!"
Gordon shrugged. They were idle anyway.
The three of them lifted the swordfish together and threw it into the sea. As the swordfish swam and struggled, traces of blood spread out.
Not long after, a burst of light flashed under the sea. At the same time, a huge force struck along the fishing line, and the fishing rods in the hands of the three people bent instantly.
“I’m hooked!” (End of this chapter)