Chapter 910 Investigation Team’s Notebook
A group of people gathered in the mess hall inside the cabin.
Gordon pulled over the blackboard used to write menus in the cafeteria and used it as a drawing board. Hayata took 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?”
“Mao Maotou! Where’s the cat head I proposed?” Gale shouted, slapping the table.
No one was even interested in discussing it and simply ignored her.
An insignificant assistant researcher wearing thick glasses raised his hand cautiously, "How about a pen and notebook?
Whether it’s the notes of hunters recording their missions, the investigation notes of the scriveners’ field exploration, or the research notes of alchemists and researchers, don’t they all 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.
Since 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.
Herta, who rarely speaks proactively, also made a suggestion, "This looks rather monotonous. Do you want to add a bookmark? It will also make it easier to distinguish it from other books."
Seeing that many people nodded in agreement, Hayata added another bookmark on the left page.
Gordon pinched his chin, he liked this design quite a lot.
Compared with 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 Survey Group.
Anhil raised his hand and suggested, "When the items with the team badge are distributed, everyone can also imprint their personal characteristics on the blank page to the right of the 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 anything, there is no sense of inconsistency in printing names, 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 page position of this notebook pattern can be used as they wish, but no matter how they play, 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 passed since then.
Perhaps it’s because most of the members of the special investigation team are young people.
This ship is still floating on the sea, and it is still far away from the New World. Someone has already asked 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 would be a bit stupid to use high temperature to brand patterns on the armor, which would damage the surface of the armor. So they found some leather scraps, branded the emblems on them, and hung them on the armor in the form of belts or decorative cloths.
There are also rebellious ones.
Gale stamped a notebook emblem on her obsolete cat-head (ankylosaurus) helmet, and then made another cat-head on the blank page of the emblem, refining it repeatedly until it could no longer be drawn. until.
Gordon feels that this behavior mainly comes from the sense of freshness, but in the view of Mecca, the dragon tribe hunter, this is an initial sign of cohesion.
“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 what you are doing by cleaning them, oiling them, wiping them clean, and oiling them. I’ve already 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 won't be cultivating feelings, it will be cultivating mold. Let's go on the deck and bask in the sun!"
In terms of strength, Hayata is definitely unable to compare with Gordon and can only be dragged along.
The two of them came to the deck. The weather was very good.
The sun is shining and the wind is 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 and prey on these fish and shrimps.
“It’s a pretty seabird, isn’t it? You can’t see it inland.”
Gordon was sighing with emotion when 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, sending the terns fleeing in all directions, their feathers flying wildly.
“It’s full of life.” Gordon smiled awkwardly.
Hayata rolled her eyes. The sun and wind were really comfortable today. She could spend more time in the sun on the deck.
Just as they were about to find a place to sit down and close their eyes to enjoy the sunshine, Hayata suddenly heard someone calling them.
Looking away, he found Aziz waving to them on the side of the deck, "Gordon! Hayata! If you have time, come over and help me!"
They were originally going up to the deck to bask in the sun. They had nothing to do, so the two of them walked towards Az.
Aziz held a few fishing rods in his arms and said to them with his white teeth flashing: "There is a big guy! He has been following us these past few days and we plan to catch it. Can you help us look at the rods together?"
I just got hooked once, but unfortunately 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 glanced at the sea below, "But are the fish here so big? Has the fishing rod in your hand been pulled 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 such a remote sea area?”
Aziz chuckled and pointed at the swordfish, which was nearly two meters long including the spikes on the ground and was still jumping.
Gordon's expression became strange. He thought this was your harvest, and that feelings were your bait?
Aziz 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 body of the swordfish.
Blood oozed out, and the swordfish jumped wildly.
"Um, prepare to bring a few fishing rods together. Maybe this way we can pull that guy up!" Aziz gave Gordon and Hayata a fishing rod each. The line and hook on the fishing rod were already hung on the flag. On the fish.
This is the first time Gordon has seen several fishing rods hanging one bait, and he can't help but feel a little doubtful, "Can this really catch the bait?"
“I don’t know,” Aziz said with a smile, “I’ve never fished like this before, but that guy must have taken 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 bright 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)