A group of people gathered in the cafeteria in the cabin.

Gordon pulled over the blackboard used to write menus in the cafeteria and used it as a drawing board, and Hayatta took the chalk and was in charge of drawing.

Several patterns have been drawn on it.

Stick figure of sword and crossbow, wine bottle and wine glass, thunder and lightning, binoculars, quill, abstract word "special".

"Does anyone have any other ideas or suggestions?"

"Cat cat's head! What about the cat head I proposed! Gail yelled as he slapped the table.

Everyone didn't even have an interest in discussing it, and directly ignored her.

A research assistant wearing heavy glasses and little presence cautiously raised his hand, "How's the pen notebook?"

Whether it's the notes of hunters recording tasks, the investigation notes of scrivener members exploring in the field, or the research notes of alchemists and researchers, don't you all need notebooks? ”

Gordon raised an eyebrow, aside from the eerie abstract "special", which was the only emblem proposal so far that could be somewhat representative of the Special Investigation Mission as a whole.

Hayatta picked up the chalk and drew a notebook on the blackboard.

Since it was put together, it looked like a brick at a glance, and she was not very satisfied, so she thought about it, erased it, and redrew the pattern of an open notebook.

Hertha, who doesn't often take the initiative to speak, also made a suggestion, "This looks more monotonous, why not add another bookmark?" It is also convenient to distinguish it from other books. ”

Seeing that many people nodded in agreement, Hayatta added another bookmark to the left page.

Gordon pinched his chin, he liked the design.

Compared to those that either represent personal preferences, or represent a group, or the whole design pattern is not clear.

The pattern of this notebook, although plain, is quite representative, like the rudder wheel of the Fourth Investigation Group.

Anhill raised his hand and proposed, "When the items printed with the team badge are distributed, you can also imprint your personal pattern on the blank page on the right side of this notebook pattern."

For example, if the alcohol squad likes wine, they will brand wine glasses and bottles, and if Azz likes fishing, they will brand fish and fishing rods, and if they can't think of it, they will not have a sense of disobedience in printing their names, which is also conducive to differentiation. ”

Originally, there were many people who were inclined to this notebook pattern, and Anhill's proposal attracted many "diehards" at once.

They want to have a personal character.

The blank page of this notebook pattern is free for them to play with, but no matter how they play it, it is still a "notebook" that symbolizes the special investigation team.

There was no suspense anymore, but out of a "sense of ceremony", Gordon still held a full vote.

The pattern of the notebook was indeed approved by 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 'Investigation Team Notes'!" ”

A few days have passed since then.

Perhaps this is because most of the members of the Special Investigation Team are young people.

The ship was still floating on the sea, and it was still far from the New World, and someone had already asked the craftsman to help create a soldering iron with the regimental emblem pattern.

Many of the members have emblems on the leather parts of their clothing, and the hunters are no exception.

It was somewhat foolish to use a high-temperature imprint pattern on the armor to destroy the surface of the armor, so they found some leather scraps, branded them with the emblem, and hung them on the armor in the form of belts or decorative cloths.

There are also rebellious ones.

Gail branded a notebook emblem on her obsolete cat-head helmet, and then made another cat-head on the blank page of the emblem, and refined, until it could not be drawn.

Gordon felt that this behavior was mainly due to freshness, but in the eyes of Mecca, the dragon hunter, it was a sign of the initial formation of cohesion.

Gordon dragged Hayatta out of the cabin room again.

"The oil film hasn't worked yet," Hayatta muttered.

"Almost." Gordon dragged her away, "Your knives are too bright as mirrors, and I don't know what you are doing with such a tossy and over again, with knife oil, wiping clean, and putting on knife oil."

I've used up two bottles of knife oil for you. ”

Hayatta replied very seriously, "This is to cultivate a relationship with the sword, well, Master Amos taught me." ”

"If you continue to cultivate it, you will not cultivate feelings, but cultivate mold, go to the deck to dry!"

In terms of strength, Hayatta definitely can't compare with Gordon, and can only be dragged along.

The two came to the deck and the weather was fine.

It's sunny and windy, but it's not too strong.

There are some small fish and shrimp that are swept up by the current, and the terns that can fly across the sea follow the big boat and prey on these fish and shrimp.

"It's a pretty seabird, isn't it, you can't see it inland."

Gordon was sighing as a pterodactyl swooped down on the boat and swallowed a tern in one gulp.

At the same time, more pterosaurs swooped down from the mast, driving the terns into scattered flights, their feathers flying.

"It's full of life." Gordon laughed awkwardly.

Hayatta rolled her eyes, the sun and wind were really comfortable today, and she could have spent more time on the deck.

Just as they were about to find a place to sit down and close their eyes and enjoy the sun, Hayatta suddenly heard someone calling them.

Looking away, they found that on the side of the deck, Azi was waving at them, "Gordon! Hayata! If you're free, come and help! ”

Originally, they were on the deck to bask in the sun, and they were idle, and the two of them walked towards Az's side.

Azi held a few fishing rods in his arms, and said to them with white teeth flashing, "There's a big one! I've been following us for the past few days.,I'm going to catch it.,Can you help me look at the rod together.。

I just took the bait once, but unfortunately my forehead didn't hold up, and the fishing rod was dragged away! ”

"Yes, yes." Gordon poked his head out of the side of the boat and looked out into the sea below, "But is the fish that big over here?" The fishing rod in your hand has been dragged away? ”

Although Azi is not of his and Ted's size, as a six-star pikeman, there is no need to doubt the stability of his strength and center of gravity.

Are you talking about big guys really "fish" in the conventional sense?

Hayata, who doesn't often fish, also asked curiously, "What do you use as bait for this kind of open sea area?" ”

Azi smiled and pointed to the sailfish on the ground that was nearly two meters long and still jumping.

Gordon's expression became weird, and he thought that this was your harvest, and his feelings were your bait?

Azi crouched down, pulled the line wrapped around the rods, and threaded several sharp iron hooks the size of a palm into the swordfish's body.

Blood oozed and swordfish jumped.

"I'm going to use a couple of fishing rods together, maybe that's how we can pull that guy up!" Aziz gave Gordon and Hayatta a fishing rod, and the line and hook on the rod were already attached to the swordfish.

It was the first time Gordon had seen a bait hanging from a fishing rod, and he was a little skeptical, "Can this really be baited?" ”

"I don't know." Azi grinned and said, "I haven't fished like this before, but that guy should take the bait, it's very greedy!" ”

Gordon shrugged, they were idle anyway.

The three of them lifted the swordfish together and threw it into the sea, and as the swordfish swam and struggled, the blood drifted away.

It didn't take long for a bright light to flash under the surface of the sea, and at the same time, a huge force hit the fishing line, and the fishing rod in the hands of the three people bent instantly.

"Hooked!"

(End of chapter)