Capítulo 34: chapter 29
Chapter 41 Wonderful Day at the Museum
Chapter 129 Wonderful Day at the Museum
"gentlemen?"
The waiter carefully leaned forward and drew the attention of the old man who was looking at the crowd with slightly narrowed eyes.
The bustling crowd after the diversion had already drowned out the light yellow. The old man shook his head calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.
"nothing."
"Let's go meet the other two. There are more people visiting today than I thought." He stopped looking into the distance, raised his civilized stick, and motioned to the waiter to lead the way.
"Okay, please." The waiter bent over, "The Baron and Mr. Hall have already visited the study exhibition hall."
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After leaving the document exhibition hall, Klein and Sharon remained silent.
He had some solid guesses as to Miss Hunter's true identity.
The conflict between the despicable colonizers and the victims is irreconcilable.
Perhaps this is Russell's retribution for treating the world as a game, treating every living person as an NPC, and bringing the war to the colonies...
Fortunately, the silence did not last long. As people flowed towards the passage connecting the Document Exhibition Hall and the Study Exhibition Hall, the sweet voice of the female commentator came from the front of the line again.
"This is one of the notes left by Emperor Roselle. It uses his original mysterious symbols that have not been deciphered yet. Many historians and archaeologists believe that these notes should be recorded by Roselle. Emperor Er's most unknown secret."
"As a romantic person, I also have my own guess. Perhaps this is the symbol of the agreement between Emperor Russell and his most beloved woman. They record each other, but they can never truly be together..."
You are very suitable for writing novels... Klein's mouth twitched, and he quickly glanced at Sharon's reaction before turning his gaze to the notebook spread out in the display cabinet.
"March 6th, damn, the food here makes me almost constipated!"
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"There is no doubt about my choice. I praise you, God of all opportunities!"
"One day, I will change the Church of Craftsmen into the Cult of Mechanicus."
Familiar jokes, familiar national curses, and familiar ugly handwriting made Klein's brows jump.
Judging from the date, this should be part of the earliest diary written by Russell when he first traveled through the world. At that time, he had not yet come into contact with the extraordinary, and the diary written during this period was of little value... Klein did not break through the security measures. , the idea of sneaking in to browse, just took a rough look at it, and then left the showcase that was surrounded by tourists.
After looking around, it was just an ordinary exhibition, with nothing special and noteworthy... Touching the invitation in the pocket of his double-breasted coat, Klein sighed inwardly.
Starting from Sequence Nine, the "Soothsayer" path has inspiration that surpasses most sequences. At the mid-Sequence, Klein, who has not fully mastered Sequence Six, can also rely on the guidance of inspiration to avoid upcoming dangers one or two seconds in advance. If It is premeditated divination and prevention in advance. This period can be extended and vaguely presented to oneself in the form of a precognitive dream. The future that can be seen ranges from one day to one week.
When he reaches the level of Zaratul, as a Sequence Two angel and a true mythical creature, he can make him notice that things that touch his inspiration must be hidden in something special.
Although Russell's codex, diaries, and past daily necessities have great historical value, they are only limited to the field of art and cultural relics. If you look at them with spiritual vision, you will not see any spiritual brilliance at all. They are just ordinary objects. .
But yes, after all, it is an exhibition for the public, and magical objects often have various and hard-to-prevent negative effects. The major churches and governments have been committed to hiding the extraordinary from ordinary people and coming up with truly valuable mysteries. It is unlikely that the collection will be displayed... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Sharon beside him:
"There are no exhibition halls that we haven't visited yet, only the study exhibition hall in front and the religious exhibition hall of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Which one should we go to first?"
Sharon, who was following the guide's instructions and paying attention to the toys Russell made and invented for her children in the display cabinet, was stunned for a moment.
She withdrew her gaze and said without any fluctuation:
"Study Exhibition Hall."
Miss Hunter's mood has been abnormal since entering the museum. Is she really a member of the royal family of the former Highland Kingdom?
The Southern Continent has always retained the tradition of integrating politics and religion from the Fourth Age. Now the "Bound God" has changed its name, absorbed demonic beliefs, and called itself the "Mother Tree of Desire". The "Desire Faction" has become the leader of the resistance.
Zaratul adopted Sharon, who was a member of the "Temperance Sect", the mainstream religion in the Highlands in the past, in order to use her identity to win over the remnants of the Highland Kingdom who were unwilling to join the "Indulgence Sect", and to set up another flag in Trenso. Expand the family's influence within the Second Empire?
But Miss Hunter's sequence is not high, and she is not in the Southern Continent. What role does this play?
Is it too narrow-minded for an angel to learn from the practices of mortal politicians and try to grasp the identities of members of the former dynasty's royal family to use as claims... Klein suddenly understood Sharon's previous hostility towards the Zaratul family.
"Actually, you don't have to force it..."
"In my opinion, there is not much difference between you and Russell."
Suddenly, Sharon's ethereal voice interrupted Klein's unfinished consolation and turned his face.
She seemed to have guessed what Klein was thinking at this time. Her blue eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting the brilliant reflected light in the exhibition hall. They contained no emotion, but were more captivating than naked hatred.
"Before Roselle, Trunsoest invaded our lands for thousands of years."
"The god who sat back and watched the evil in the sky pollute our kingdom, took advantage of the civil strife in the kingdom to attack our royal capital, and because he was afraid of the existence behind Sia, started a war to poison our fertile land and plundered our wealth, and then he will be homeless. The people were handed over to the inhuman 'sensualists'..."
Watching Klein's expression gradually stiffen, Sharon, who realized that she had made a mistake, suddenly stopped talking and stopped continuing. The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.
"Feel sorry..."
"Feel sorry."
They spoke at the same time and were silent at the same time.
The two looked at each other, avoiding each other's eyes, lowering their heads and following the flow of people into the open front.
The voice of the female commentator came again, and rows of bookshelves filling the gap between the ceiling and the floor came into view.
"What you will see next is the restored study of Emperor Russell."
"Of course, it's just part of it."
It has almost become a library. The cleverly designed wooden staircases bridge different bookshelves and have passages between them, forming a three-dimensional book paradise.
The commentator's introduction was still in his ears, but Klein couldn't calm down and listen.
He walked to the table and chairs in the center of the bookshelf, which was isolated from the outside world by cordons and glass covers.
Klein took a quick look and found a stack of manuscripts with yellowish paper.
The stack of manuscripts was not spread out, so only the contents of the first page could be seen.
As the guide introduced the content of the only page of the manuscript that could be seen, the tourists left the desk and walked to the other side. Only a lady wearing a yellow cake skirt and a black gauze bonnet remained. Stay where you are.
Her face and eyes were covered by fine black gauze, and it could only be judged from the way she lowered her head to stare that she was extremely interested in the manuscript that the commentator called a "creative manuscript."
Very strange dress... Due to the occupational disease of the "faceless man", his thoughts were confused. Wanting to divert his attention and sort out his emotions, Klein instinctively analyzed the dress of the lady next to him.
The yellow cake skirt has an obvious Indian style. Different from the fashionable styles that have been improved by generations of tailors in recent years, the cake skirt on this lady is more in line with the first version promoted during the reign of Emperor Russell.
The black gauze hanging down from her head looks too old-fashioned in contrast to the soft hat connected to the black gauze and the yellow cake skirt. No matter which country's aesthetic point of view, such a hat should only appear at a certain funeral, and for widows. A widowed middle-aged woman, rather than a lively scene such as an exhibition.
Out of politeness, Klein's analysis of the woman next to him only stayed on the surface and did not rashly delve into it.
The lady didn't seem to notice the prying eyes from Klein, and continued her visit on her own.
She seemed to have entered the real Russell's study, and also seemed to have visited the replica exhibition hall beforehand. She focused on her target with almost no search process.
It was a bookmark tucked into another hard-cover book on the table, and the exposed part was painted with random images like a child's.
The bookmark is very well preserved. Unlike other things on the table, there is no trace of washing over the years. It is as new as ever.
Wait, is this a fake, or...
Klein was also attracted by the bookmark and intended to take a few steps closer.
But before he could really take any action, a cold hand strangled his wrist.
Klein subconsciously turned his body half-way, his muscles all over his body tensed up in countless small knots. The palm of his hand that was turned to hold the arm behind him suddenly tightened and then relaxed.
Miss Hunter!
He looked at Sharon with surprise in her blue eyes, and read an explanation beyond his expectation from her lips that opened and closed.
"Bernadette."
This is not such a strange name, but combined with the protagonist of the exhibition here and now, combined with the contradictory dress of the lady behind him, everything has an answer.
The former princess of the Intis Empire, the eldest daughter of Emperor Russell, an ancient person who was born more than two hundred years ago!
Suddenly, Klein's brain felt as if he had been hit hard. He and Sharon maintained this weird posture, like sculptures, not daring to move.
Russell's daughter is still alive?
After more than two hundred years, she still seems to be in her prime. Is she a high-sequence demigod?
Or is this also Him?
As the legal intelligence agency of Intis during the Russell period, it is not unusual for the Secret Order to have control over the whereabouts of the descendants of the Emperor's children.
Miss Sharon was obviously not surprised by the fact that Bernadette was alive, but she was surprised by how the Royal Highness could appear in Backlund, the capital of Loen, and happen to meet them!
"Let's go, it's a little hot."
Using the "Joker" ability to control his facial muscles, Klein's movements transitioned from stiff to natural without any flaws.
He took advantage of the situation and held Sharon's arm holding his wrist, and said as he walked:
"That's it. There's not much to see. If we have a chance, we can go to Trier. I heard that the collection there is richer."
Behind them, the lady admiring the pattern on the bookmark glanced at the two of them vaguely, as if she was attracted by their strange stalemate action just now.
Klein didn't dare to look back. He just quickened his pace, got as close to the crowd as possible, and walked towards the nearest exit, chattering non-stop.
"That one doesn't seem to have any ill intentions toward us."
The passage out of the study exhibition hall was in front of her. Sharon silently took out the arm held by Klein, and her ethereal voice seemed to come from afar.
The "Wraith Soul" perception told her that the crowd behind them had completely blocked the two of them, and in front of them, there were only a few tourists strolling around, and the passage was not crowded.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and responded in a low voice:
"Leave first and report back to sir."
There were a lot of people nearby, and there were many public security personnel interspersed among them. Klein was careful not to use titles such as His Highness, Zaratul, or "Angel with a Lantern" that would attract the official church to come to check the water meter. He only used the vague term "Mr." .
He now had reason to suspect that meeting Bernadette was also expected by Zaratul.
What exactly is hidden in the exhibition's collection? He even attracted Russell's eldest daughter?
Russell said in his diary that Zaratul visited Bernadette on the night of her birth and delivered a prophecy.
He said that among Russell's three children, Bernadette would despise and hate Russell in the future, and would take a different path from Russell.
When Zaratul made the prophecy to Bernadette, Bernadette was just an ordinary person. The angel of sequence two predicted that her future would be clear and she would not encounter any obstacles.
Whether it is based on public historical records or Zaratul's prophecy, Bernadette did not have a good relationship with her father in Russell's later years. She ran away from home in anger. She was not even in Inti when Russell was assassinated. Domestic.
She came to visit Russell's memorial exhibition, an exhibition hosted by the God of Steam and Machinery who killed her father. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net No matter how you think about it, it can't be to remember her father and stay nostalgic for her childhood...
It seems that among the exhibits released by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, there really is one or some things that they have not been able to discover the real value of. This can also explain why I found nothing under my spiritual vision...
I think that "valuable item" either refers to some secret diary fragment recorded in Chinese, or it means that Russell used a superb disguise to seal the spirituality and specialness.
Bernadette would not stay in one exhibition hall for a long time without any reason, so that thing is hidden in the study exhibition hall?
Klein's mind was spinning, analyzing the inspiration brought to him by the chance encounter. Just as he was about to continue taking steps, inspiration struck him.
"No need to report."
Sharon's voice rang in her ears, warm and cold, just like the voice that a lonely aristocratic lady of her age should have.
Inspiration and heartbeat gradually overlapped, and Klein slowly raised his head.
In the sparsely populated passage, Viscount Hunter and Baron Sindras were walking toward them, accompanied by a young man and waiters.
Baron Hunter, who was standing in the center of several people, glanced around and happened to notice Klein and Sharon, who were meeting each other. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, but his smile was suddenly bright, and he raised his arms to open his arms.
"How was your time, my beautiful little angel."
So hard to write, Sharon.
Well, Sharon talks too much, is unreasonable, doesn't speak, doesn't fit the occasion, and reacts abnormally.
Why should I torture myself?
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Chapter 42 Cut off the Hu
Chapter 130 Cutting off the Hu
"How was your time, my beautiful little angel."
With a small smile on her lips, Sharon leaned forward slightly and rejected her enthusiastic "grandfather" with her actions.
"Good morning, Grandpa."
"Hahaha, my little Sharon has grown up."
Viscount Hunter retracted his raised arms angrily and snapped his fingers, temporarily blocking the senses of the people behind him, confusing their perceptions, and erasing this unexpected encounter from their memories.
The dark eyes were like bottomless pools, and Viscount Hunter's temperament changed silently.
"What do you want to report?"
He had clearly understood everything. There were numerous inconspicuous marionettes placed in every venue in the entire museum, but he still asked.
"Your Highness, she is the eldest daughter of Emperor Russell. We met her in the study exhibition hall." Taking a step ahead of Sharon, Klein told Zaratul what happened just now, excluding certain details.
"It seems that Russell didn't tell Bernadette anything at the beginning." Zaratul sighed in a low voice.
Unlike most old people who often get immersed in a little detail and waste a lot of time remembering the past, Zaratul's deep and dull eyes were only in a daze for a moment.
He glanced at Klein and said in a dissatisfied tone:
"In relation to Lanerwus' actions, you are unwilling to conflict with the Church of the Night. The temporary change of plans has caused dissatisfaction among some people."
"Although I can help you suppress different voices, you still need to show your results to prove that you are worthy of the identity the Lord has given you. Otherwise, such doubts will only increase in the future until I can no longer help you. ."
"Bernadai came to Backlund to obtain a certain special item that Russell had hidden in the relics."
"After so many years, the Mechanical Heart did not discover the specialness of that item. It was displayed publicly together with ordinary objects, leaving it out of the care of the seal. This is the opportunity that Bernadette has been waiting for, and it is also yours. Chance."
I just submitted the application, and you weren't the one who approved the change plan... Klein's body betrayed his soul, and he bowed his head to apologize.
He increasingly felt that Zaratul was not much different from a high-ranking mortal in some circumstances, and his thinking was closer to modern society than a mythical creature.
"Your Highness Zaratul, please give me clearer instructions."
For example, Bernadette is at least a high-sequence demigod. How can I, who is a sequence six, compete for the same goal with her?
Another example is what is the item she is seeking and what does it look like...
Zaratul glanced at Klein and looked in the direction of the study exhibition hall.
"In his later years, Russell used the Tarot cards as a template to create a special deck of cards."
"He used the authority of the 'Emperor of Knowledge' to preserve the knowledge he obtained from the blasphemous tablets on playing cards, so that those playing cards obtained certain characteristics of the corresponding sequence zero and extremely high personality and cohesion."
"These cards that record forbidden knowledge and the path to complete God are called blasphemous cards. Each one corresponds to a special spell that serves as the key to awakening the power under the cards. Before the spell is awakened, they are just a card. It is an ordinary card that cannot be damaged, so it has been lying in the garbage pile without being noticed by the mechanical heart."
Speaking of this, Zaratul reminded:
"Bernadette didn't pay attention to many cards just now."
"With Russell's character, he would just put unopened playing cards and books that are obviously valuable together in a bad way."
"So even if someone gets the book by chance, they won't think that the most valuable thing in the book is an inconspicuous playing card."
Hiding truly valuable cards in another equally important book is indeed something that Russell can do... Klein recalled the encounter just now and gradually determined the scope of his target.
Is the surface drawing like a child's scribbling bookmark, or is it another one lying on the open page of a creative manuscript?
Fortunately, it was Zaratul who accompanied Roselle from ordinary life to becoming emperor and witnessed the whole journey.
His knowledge of Russell may be as good as that of several of Russell's children... Klein nodded.
Seeing that Klein had an idea of the target, and he himself didn't know which card of blasphemy was, Zaratul, who only had a vague premonition, continued:
"The mechanical heart's security force in the museum is very strong. It's not easy to deal with it based on your strength. However, you can pray to the Lord for help. This is your right as a favored one."
"I'll take care of it for you, Bernadette."
"Thank you for your advice." Klein nodded again.
Zaratul was very satisfied with Klein's attitude, so he didn't say anything more and turned to look to the other side.
He looked at Sharon up and down, and suddenly smiled.
"Come back tonight, I have something to give you."
Sharon's face was expressionless, making it impossible to tell what was going on in her heart.
Fortunately, Zaratul had long been accustomed to the cold atmosphere when getting along with his "granddaughter", so he didn't feel displeased and straightened his collar out of habit.
"I will keep an eye on this place from now on. It doesn't matter when you move."
Without looking at Klein's reaction, he snapped his fingers, and time in the corridor began to flow again.
In an instant, Baron Sindras and Hibbert Hall, who had maintained the same movement for a long time, woke up from a dream. After only a moment of trance, they naturally picked up the topic from a few minutes ago.
They turned a blind eye to Klein and Sharon, who were standing side by side in front of them. Under Viscount Hunter's compromise, the conversation became more interesting. They passed by Klein and headed for the exit to the study exhibition hall. .
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The card of blasphemy that records all the paths to God. As expected, there are still many secrets hidden in Russell's fall...
Above the gray mist, Klein sat at the top. On the long, simple and mottled bronze table in front of him, a door that was both illusory and real, connected to the passage to reality, was constantly rippling with faint blue ripples, attracting him to fly in.
The secrets recorded on the Card of Blasphemy came from the Blasphemy Tablet that Russell had seen. Where did he see that tablet?
The Holy Book of the True Creator claims that the desecrated tablets were born from the corpse of the Creator after his death. It records all extraordinary and secret dangerous items, and is partially different from the mainstream legends circulating in the Northern Continent in details.
Comparing the two different rhetorics, Klein chose to believe the former more.
After all, the potion system appeared at the end of the Second Age. During the long blank period from the Age of Fire to the Age of Twins, all races, including humans, did not know the concept of potions until Hermes, the sage of human mysticism. After trying medicine on his own to find a way, he determined a partially safe promotion method and came up with the initial potion formula.
So can it be considered that the Blasphemous Slate indeed comes from the Creator of the Third Age, and all the knowledge recorded on it comes from Him and is the result of His lengthy research?
The True Creator inherited most of that person's legacy. Russell and Him had been close allies. It was not impossible to get the opportunity to browse the blasphemous tablets from Him.
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, Russell saw the blasphemous slate from some unspeakable party... Klein gradually frowned.
Unspeakable...cannot be called by name...
Why does it sound so familiar? The party Russell attended was supported by the eldest son of the Creator, Adam?
The high-sequence characteristics of the "audience" pathway will attract attention just by thinking about it. 0-08 is like this, Adam is like this, and the same is true for the Ineffable Gathering.
"It's not impossible. As the eldest son, Adam has the power to write destiny and the future. He can create opportunities and coincidences. It's easy to get his father's inheritance." Klein murmured.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and began to meditate at the top of the long gray fog table.
The action will begin in a moment. If he waits for him to return to reality and his mind is still full of taboo knowledge related to the "audience" high sequence, there is no need to continue to act. In the blink of an eye, he will attract at least two looks.
Sharon has already bid farewell to Klein and gone to the West End where Viscount Hunter lives. Now, only Klein is hiding in the idle storage room of a wealthy businessman near the Kingdom Museum, waiting for the time to come.
His thoughts gradually became clearer, and he put aside the redundant knowledge of dangers and entered working mode. He first glanced at the pocket watch at hand and confirmed that the pointer had passed the retreat time before proceeding to the next step.
He successively summoned all the extraordinary items that he had sacrificed to the gray mist in advance, and directly used his spiritual body to accommodate Azik's bronze whistle.
Sure enough it can!
Klein made use of the knowledge he gained from descending the stairs from the Lights in the depths of the gray fog, and responded to his own prayers. The spirit body gained the possibility to move independently of the physical body.
But after all, it was his first time to practice. When he first climbed onto the gray fog to make preparations, he discovered that he was too weak in the spirit form and could not compare with the "Wraith Soul". He could not even directly lift some heavy objects.
Fortunately, after a series of attempts, Klein found that items related to high levels, such as Azik's copper whistle or the "yellow-black eye" stained with the aura of gray mist, could increase the strength of his spirit body. .
The paleness of death stirred up a strong wind. As Klein successively accommodated all the items he owned, various auras appeared simultaneously on the surface of his spiritual body in the most intuitive form.
The pale fire in his eyes swayed, his whole body was shrouded in robes, his illusory body was the same color as the devil, and the figure with horns on his head slowly stood up from the seat.
"To be on the safe side, we can't take these two with us."
In order not to reveal his identity, Klein took off the "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand. After thinking about it carefully, he reached into his chest and took out a gem.
The probability of attracting Amon with the characteristics of Sequence Eight is very small, but combined with my luck and the specialness brought by the gray mist, it is better to be cautious...
After all, I don't know what Amon's attitude is towards the "God of Mystery". Whether he is really known for his bad character and likes to harvest the extraordinary characteristics of this path, as Mr. A said...
After doing all this and confirming that there was nothing else missing, Klein jumped into the half-opened summoning door on the table and fell into reality.
The whole body was hidden under the robe. Only a pair of eyes burning with pale fire and two horns were exposed. The spirit body quickly left the storage room and flew across the Jowood District to the West District at an extremely fast speed. It was close to the Kingdom Museum. streets, and quickly dived underground.
On the polygonal hipped roof, four security personnel wearing woolen coats were occupied. They endured the cold wind in the late autumn night and carefully examined their corresponding directions.
In the spirit state, Klein only exposes his eyes above the ground. In this state, he can clearly see the aura and emotional color of each security personnel without turning on his spiritual vision.
After determining the distribution of security personnel at several important locations, his eyes gradually moved away from the roof of the building he was about to break into, and landed on the invisible barrier composed of mysterious power that shrouded the first floor of the museum.
The focus of the Heart of Machinery's security is mainly on the first floor, and indeed it is centered around the study and exhibition hall... Separated by the thick walls and soil, Klein circled around and flew into the air from a direction relatively far away from the barrier, directly to the museum where the security guard was located. Person standing on top.
After confirming that all the security personnel were ordinary people, he took advantage of the special state of his spirit body to pass directly through the blind spot where the backs of the four people faced each other, penetrated the roof and entered the museum.
In the office area on the second floor of the museum, Klein was like a floating ghost, passing through wall after wall, ignoring the obstruction of the floor, following the route in his memory, and flew directly above the restored study room.
The sealed artifacts that maintain the barrier are stored in the exhibition hall displaying Emperor Russell's diary, just next door to the study... Klein slowly lowered his height, opened his arms, and faced the floor, gradually blending into the floor of the second floor until he sensed the barrier. critical height.
At this time, he could clearly see that there was no member of the Machine Heart in the neglected study exhibition hall. The creative manuscript was still lying on the desk, with two bookmarks suspected of being the "blasphemous card" sandwiched or placed inside. .
Success or failure depends on this one move... Klein muttered, and the figure of Zhengdao suddenly penetrated the ceiling. At the same time, he turned his neck and quickly aimed at the several entrances and exits connecting the study and exhibition hall, and shouted in a deep voice:
"slow!"
The demonic power with a blasphemous aura distorted the environment near the entrance and exit. The air suddenly became thick, and the highly toxic sulfur formed a light mist.
Immediately afterwards, Klein threw out a few more cards and inserted them into the sulfur-filled mist, ready to ignite the direction of the entrance and exit at any time to prevent the members of the Heart of Machinery from breaking in.
He didn't dare to stop, turned around and glanced at the desk. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Without hesitation, he stretched out two hands at the same time and grabbed two bookmarks in different positions in the creative manuscript.
In order to prevent powerful Beyonders from retracing the scenes that happened here, Klein took away several other items at will and stored them all in the spirit body.
This series of actions took less than five seconds. The security personnel who had been alerted had just arrived, but they were all trapped within the scope of the blasphemy. Several members of the Machine Heart wanted to release them. The ability to carry gear with you breaks the ice.
The pale flame rotated according to the ghost's perspective, facing the anxious face of a member of the Heart of Machinery.
After carrying out the theft, Klein's face, painted like greasepaint, suddenly broke into a big smile.
He bowed familiarly to the security personnel who were about to break through the restrictions around him. The illusory and almost transparent figure disappeared inch by inch, leaving only a card slowly falling and landing next to the desk where he was standing.
The card that Klein randomly selected and left behind turned over and revealed its true appearance.
"emperor."
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The cold and horrifying fog gently surrounded an eyeball that only opened through a black slit. A dim lantern floated in the fog, illuminating the "ugly duckling" that fell to the ground.
Under Bernadette's vigilant gaze, Zaratul, who had white hair and beard, bent slightly and said with a smile in his old voice:
"Long time no see, Your Highness Princess."
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Very annoying.
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Chapter 43 Little Girl
Chapter 131 Little Girl
"Long time no see, Your Highness Princess."
On the road paved with emerald green vines, a lantern with an ancient shell and many traces of time was carefully placed by Zarathul's feet. The cold fog that reached his knees surged silently, and only the corner of the lantern was illuminated by the fire. Stay warm.
"Since we parted ways with Intis, we haven't seen each other for a hundred and fifty-two years."
Listening to the old courtiers reminiscing about the past, Bernadette couldn't resonate with her at all and felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
The key used to open the treasure house in his hand has lost contact with the messenger who exists in the spiritual world. The moment Zaratul arrives, the blessing from the top of the spiritual world's authority is blocked with the help of the seven lights with the help of the anchor point provided by the lantern. this area.
He didn't leave Bernadette even a single chance to take out the sealed object and try to escape.
"Did you take away the blasphemous card in the exhibition hall?"
"That spirit with a strange aura, is he your new divine envoy, a favored one?" Bernadette held her breath and gathered her spirit. She looked at the incomplete outline of the old man reflected in the "Peeping Eye" and hesitated for a moment. road.
Ever since she embarked on the promotion path of "Peeper", she has been unusually sensitive to the auras and symbols of high status. However, she clearly felt some power shielding the strange spiritual body that just disappeared out of thin air in the exhibition hall. Without her "vision", even the blurry outlines could not be seen clearly.
"This is a secret, Your Highness Princess." Zaratul shook his head helplessly.
"So it is indeed your people who took the cards!" Bernadette took a step forward, "I need that card, and I can pay the equivalent price."
"The price?" Zaratul chuckled, "You mean the other blasphemous cards in your hand?"
"I'm sorry, but you should know very well that we don't lack these things."
"Then why do you still take it away from the exhibition hall..."
"This is a secret, Your Highness the Princess." Zaratul interrupted Bernadette and emphasized repeatedly, "I originally worked for Roselle's intelligence department, and it was just a secondment. Now the empire has become history, and we have also been expelled. Intis, I have no obligation to answer all your questions."
He stroked his beard, and his dark eyes reflected the fluffy skirt of Bernadette's yellow cake skirt.
"Of course, out of the friendship between me and your father, and out of my respect for an emperor, I recognize your father's status, just as I still call you Her Royal Highness."
"But, my Highness, please remember that the Secret Order has only been loyal to one master from beginning to end. I have neither the courage nor the willingness to betray the information that my master wants me to keep secret."
Zaratul's few words gave Bernadette the illusion of going back in time more than a hundred years ago, when they were still walking around the White Maple Palace with their father.
Such similar conversations continued from her childhood to the thirty-three years since she left Intis and her father's side.
At that time, she could often see the courtiers who always liked to speak in a cryptic and unclear manner. While maintaining politeness in speech, they used various excuses to prevaricate the emperor, making the emperor beat his chest and want to use violence on the spot.
"One hundred and fifty-two years, you haven't changed at all." Bernadette shook her head in shock.
"The same goes for you, Your Highness." Zarath nodded in disbelief.
He looked at Bernadette who was lost in unknown memories and her eyes were slightly dull. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but advise in the tone of an elder:
"I know what you've been working on all these years."
"I still hold the same opinion as when you and I last met."
"Rather than blindly chasing His back, choosing one side to settle down and looking to the future will be your better destination."
Zaratul said softly:
"In our opinion, you are just a lucky child who enjoys the legacy of his parents."
"You carry a huge treasure trove that does not match your identity, just like the fireflies lingering by the fire in the wilderness at night. When the fire is still silent, they can still struggle to fly around the fire, but once a cluster of flames in the fire If you think about the treasure you possess and try to let out a ray of heat, you will be easily fooled and throw yourself into the fire and be burned to pieces."
"Your Highness, you don't understand your father very well. On this point, we can help you." Zaratul said slowly, "No one in this world can truly survive independently of all gods. As a 'prophecy Master', I don't think you need me to remind you that the whirlpool of fate is about to stir up the near future, and it is inevitable to set off a huge wave."
"Your father saw this, so even if he was abandoned by everyone, or actively abandoned everyone behind him, he still tried to touch the emperor's throne."
"He has failed, son, and I don't want you to follow in His footsteps."
Russell left a huge legacy for his beloved only daughter, each of which was extremely powerful and dangerous.
One of the resurrection back-ups that the God of Death in the Fourth Age prepared for him, the twisted magic lamp that had an affair with an outside god, and the stepping stone he prepared for his daughter to ascend to the rank of angel... Zaratul couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Russell had a great reputation, but why did he become confused at the end?
He actually used these things that were coveted by the gods and frequently fought over by big shots as a means to protect his daughter. Did he think too highly of his daughter, or did he underestimate the careerists who walked in the star world and reality?
Taking back the legacy of 0-05 and the God of Death, the two masters will be satisfied, and Bernadette can also get real protection... Even if you are really resurrected and confront me face to face, you can't say anything... Zaratul thought to himself .
Unfortunately, Bernadette rejected Zaratul's proposal.
"In his last letter, he told me to be careful about everything you say and to not get too close to you."
"Did He say that?" Zaratul's eyes were full of surprise.
The "Lamp Angel" smiled indifferently, picked up the old lantern that fell on the ground, and the cold fog slowly dissipated.
"Then there's nothing we can do."
"But you can rest assured that out of respect for Him, I will not take action against you. You can leave with peace of mind."
As the fog melted into the pungent haze, the forest-like tall pea vines suddenly changed suddenly, revealing streets lined with elegant gas street lamps.
Bernadette regained contact with the spirit world. The horn hanging on her waist exuded hot temperature. As long as she wanted, she could summon the messenger at any time and take out the powerful sealed objects hidden behind the treasure house door.
However, she did not leave immediately, nor did she irrationally send a hostile signal to Zaratul. Instead, she asked again relatively calmly.
"After you open that card, can you tell me which sequence it corresponds to and the general content recorded on it."
"These are all small things, of course there is no problem." Zarath nodded slightly.
He thought for a while, took out a diamond-shaped polyhedral crystal from under his robe, and threw it to Bernadette.
"When the results are available, I will let the messenger deliver the answer to you."
The invisible servant took the first step and grasped the crystal with mysterious patterns engraved on its surface. Bernadette's purple shimmering eyes glanced at it warily.
"Don't worry, it's just a charm." Zaratul chuckled.
His figure disappeared inch by inch, from the hem of his robe trailing on the street to the hood covering his dark eyes and long gray beard. In the end, only the lantern was left that was getting dimmer, and only his voice still echoed in the same place.
"It's just a gift for this meeting, Your Highness."
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In the majestic and unchanged palace, Klein sat at the top and picked up the bookmarks he brought back with his spirit body.
This time there was no glass cover to block, and with enough time, he looked at the two cards carefully.
The first card had random graffiti on its surface. With the blessing of gray mist power, Klein looked carefully and found some traces of high-level abilities.
Pure protection...like a child's random graffiti...Roselle's daughter slave...Klein flipped the cards over in confusion and put them aside. He guessed the truth almost immediately.
Then, he picked up another bookmark with the image of Emperor Russell, and couldn't help but complain.
Oh, my good fellow, look at this heroic and tall figure you painted for yourself, look at this unrealistic beauty portrait, there must be a certain level of narcissism!
From the outside, there is nothing special about the bookmark. Russell's portraits can be seen everywhere in the commemorative exhibition, as well as the image of the emperor still in a middle-aged state.
But once he thought about the blasphemous card behind Russell's portrait that concealed the secret of God's path, Klein couldn't help but feel a chill.
This is even more unnerving than using his own mugshot as a WeChat avatar... After a brief complaint, Klein put down the cards in his hand.
Zaratul said that Russell designed an independent opening spell for each blasphemy card.
According to Russell's habit, these incantations must be words that are closely related to him or are of great significance to him.
It was already in the later years of his life when Russell made the Card of Blasphemy. It can be seen from his relatively late diary that after having a child, Russell's mentality was compared to that when he just traveled through time and regarded everyone as an NPC. He has gotten much better. He feels that he has an anchor point for his bloodline and a new destination in the different world at his feet, so it is natural for his mentality to change.
People always age and change... Klein picked up the cards again, caressing the edges that felt the same as normal playing cards, and kept tapping the table with his free fingers.
Closely related, of great significance, what he longed for in his old age...
Russell didn't have much affection for his wife, let alone his mistresses. He became the emperor for a time, and then betrayed all his relatives. He died in isolation and helplessness when his allies refused to respond. He put aside the worldly things, the status and identity brought by Glitz truly belongs to him, is connected with him, and affects each other...
With his thoughts racing, Klein once again thought of the confession Russell wrote when he launched a revolution and pushed the steam age forward, rolling over the corpse of the old world.
"I cannot allow my children to continue to live in a world like this."
Among his three children, the one who received the most attention and love from him was his eldest daughter.
Klein sighed, and in a low voice, he uttered the corresponding Gufusac syllables:
"Bernadette."
The thin bookmark suddenly became heavy, and an invisible vortex in Klein's palm crazily absorbed his spirit. As the clear light rose and bloomed, Russell's emperor image on the surface of the bookmark also took on a new look.
The emperor is still in the picture, but the luxurious armchair under him has turned into an ancient stone throne. Russell wears an asymmetrical crown inlaid with various gems, dark armor, and a big head of the same color. Hui dropped from his shoulders, holding up the staff in his hand and looking ahead indifferently.
In the upper left corner of the bookmark, a line of text condensed out of the bright stars.
"Sequence Zero: Black Emperor!"
"Black Emperor" refers to Sequence Zero, which is different from titles such as "Blood Emperor" and "Night Emperor". Solomon directly tied himself to the name of Sequence Zero?
As the bookmark became three-dimensional and turned into a book that seemed to be in miniature, Klein turned page by page and gradually uncovered this doubt.
Compared to all the complete formulas and ritual requirements of the "Lawyer" path, the special notes under the final "Black Emperor" godhood ceremony attracted Klein's interest more.
"No wonder Solomon tied his name to the 'Black Emperor' and stipulated various anti-human laws in the Fourth Age. It turned out that even if all his tombs were destroyed, he would still be able to learn from Him. Resurrection in the order left behind."
In the ceremony of becoming a god, the necessary potion materials no longer include auxiliary materials, only the corresponding uniqueness and three copies of the sequence...
Sure enough, the higher the sequence, the more the cannibalistic nature of the Extraordinary Path is reflected... Klein read the contents recorded on the various blasphemous cards twice more before reluctantly putting them down.
It's a pity that the cards I got were not from the "Soothsayer" path, nor from the "Fool", otherwise it would have been easier for me to play the role of the "God of Mysteries".
Klein took a deep breath and integrated the "Black Emperor" faction into his spiritual body. His entire appearance and temperament also changed at the same time. A majestic and deep Black Emperor wearing armor replaced the weak "Faceless Man".
He sat in the gray mist and sighed.
"I can use the high level of the Blasphemy card itself to leverage the power of the gray mist. If I really get the 'Fool' card, I can indeed maintain a good showmanship and deceive the enemy."
"Yeah, and with the Card of Blasphemy, you can also sense the materials needed for promotion after the high sequence."
"UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net It's a pity, this card is not of much use to me." Klein took out the card from his body, turned it back to normal, and placed it on the corner of the table.
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In Viscount Hunter's study.
Sharon glanced at the empty desks and seats in front of the bookshelf, turned to the waiter beside her and asked:
"Sir, isn't there?"
The meticulously groomed waiter had no expression on his face. When he heard the lady's question, he just answered mechanically:
"Mr. Viscount has something to do and has to go see an old friend. He said that he has put all the documents he wants to leave you on the desk, so you can read them yourself when you come back."
Sharon paused and quickly walked towards Viscount Hunter's desk.
She picked up the opened envelope and pulled out a not-too-thick stack of documents.
There was a letter sandwiched at the top of these documents. As soon as Sharon's eyes fell, she couldn't help but stagnate, and her doll-like face suddenly had a strong emotional change.
"His Majesty Pope Ouroboros, please give my regards to the great Creator, the Father of all living beings...the evil from heaven...I ask for your help..."
"…Your faithful Reinette Tinichole."
There are two little girls in this chapter, one is almost 200 years old and the other is 25 years old. Le.
In fact, judging from Nast's evaluation of the original work, Bernadette did behave immaturely in front of this group of old acquaintances and elders, and it was easy to show the little girl hidden in her heart.
Zaratul has no friendship with Russell, but he has a relationship with the sealed object in Bernadette's hand, so he wants to win over Bernadette to join the Zhenzao camp.
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Miss Hunter hasn't been here for two days... At 2:30 in the afternoon, Klein had just woken up from his nap, looking relaxed and standing at the door of the bedroom. In front of him was the empty and cold living room of the apartment.
He originally thought that Zaratul called Sharon away and said he wanted to give her something, just for a random reason. The real purpose was to steal the card and sacrifice it to gray mist, and present it to "Mystery" to create opportunities for interpretation. The next day will bring Sharon back to him.
Is it true that He called Miss Hunter back for something?
In the past two days, He has not even asked me a question about that card... He doesn't even pay attention to the card of blasphemy. How can he be so arrogant with the Creator as his backer?
You can't really just let me do whatever I want... Forget it, let's make peace with it as it comes...
Putting his random thoughts behind, Klein looked at the apartment where he seemed to be the only one standing, and carefully removed the pendulum wrapped around his right wrist.
As the "yellow-black eye" was completely exposed to the air, Klein's vision was also dyed with a gray-white filter.
A few illusory threads grew from the walls, from under the floor, from above the ceiling, and from every corner of the room.
His eyes slowly scanned the life forms corresponding to each thread, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded relaxedly.
After all, after living there for a few days, Miss Hunter's elusive habits left such a deep impression on him that he had to be wary of the possibility that Miss Hunter had actually returned long ago, but was just used to playing "temperance" and lurking somewhere in the room.
After making sure that there was no one else in the room, Klein took four steps backwards, preparing to land in the gray fog and prepare for a new tarot party.
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Silver City, Derrick's home.
"Are you alone in your home?" Samael snapped his fingers, and the lights in the stone house suddenly became brightly lit.
"The exploration team that mom and dad joined will be back in two days."
Putting down the one-handed sword wrapped in animal skin behind him, Derrick extinguished a few precious candles in pain, leaving only the necessary lighting to ensure that the darkness in the house would not breed monsters and curses.
"Would you like some doom?"
The church bells had not yet rang, and seeing that it was still early, Derrick, who was always enthusiastic, was too embarrassed to directly drive away his companions who had come to train with him, so he simply found a small cloth bag from the drawer and started chatting.
"OK."
Samael did not refuse. From the few thumb-sized black fruits scattered on the edge of his pocket, he randomly grabbed a few and stuffed them into his mouth, making a snapping sound when he bit them.
Chewing the chewy fruit, Samael asked casually:
"Do you want to apply for a spot on the next exploration team?"
Looking at Derrick who looked surprised, he smiled and said:
"You want to say, why do I know?"
Derrick opened his mouth, blinked his eyes, and sighed with a complicated expression after his thoughts were revealed.
"Well, how do you know?"
Samael chuckled.
"It's very simple. You've been either training every day recently, or trying to accumulate merit with the patrol team nearby. The two places you go to the most every day are the training camp and the exchange house. I suspect that you haven't spent any time sleeping or eating at home here. It's a long time to stay in two places."
"Isn't it obvious?"
Is it so obvious? Derrick scratched his head and recalled his daily life for the past week, and found that it was exactly as Samael described. It was too monotonous, almost all for the purpose of joining a real exploration team in the future, speeding up the digestion of potions and accumulating merit. Prepare for speed.
"It seems a bit obvious." Derrick's cheeks turned slightly red and he smiled shyly.
Watching Derrick imitate him, he also picked up a few fruits, covering up his embarrassment after being exposed. Samuel paused for a second, and said with a trace of his lips:
"Since you dreamed of the Lord last time and were blessed, your family has become increasingly strange."
Derrick stopped chewing and was stunned for a moment. The tension in his body clearly revealed the tension in his heart.
"No, not really..."
"Why not?" Samael raised his eyebrows, "Look, do you think the total number of hours of light in your house in a day is enough for the time between the church bells to ring twice?"
"Not only are you thinking about going out to explore and accumulate merit every day, but your parents have also taken the initiative to apply to go out to explore as long as conditions permit since then?"
So that's what I was talking about... Derrick breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom and dad think that the Lord's blessing is a precursor to His return and a proof that He has not forgotten us and is merciful and kind." He glanced at Samael's reaction and continued, "But my dad thinks that we can't Being the lazy lazy person criticized in the scriptures, the Lord sends blessings and tells us that He is about to return and is about to save us from darkness, but it does not mean that we can just passively wait for salvation to come."
"On the contrary, before the Lord's salvation comes, we must use our own efforts to help more people and eliminate more corruption and evil. This is a reward for the Lord's gift, and it is also for our own future."
"Really?" Samael's hand holding Dumgo froze in mid-air.
He stared blankly in the direction of the "God of Mystery" church in the dim environment, and sighed in a tone that did not suit his age and temperament:
"I always thought we just had to wait for His salvation."
Before Derrick could interrupt, this "magician" with a bad reputation and a prankster started laughing and starting a fight.
"I know, I know, it's wrong to think negatively like me. I didn't run away from the chief's speech at the last mass. I heard it all."
"I've been practicing with you all morning. I'm not a 'warrior' like Dak and the others. My little body will really fall apart if I don't rest..."
With that said, he stretched, stood up and was about to leave.
Rejecting Derrick's kindness, Samael closed the door to Berg's house.
However, he did not leave directly. Instead, he stood where he was, turning his wrist as if he was pulling something out of the air.
With a smile on his face and a crystal lens under his right eye, "Samael" knew how to "open the door" on the wall and returned to Berg's house.
He stood in front of Derrick without any cover. Derrick, who was already sitting by the bed, waiting for the gray mist to summon him, was not aware of anything unusual happening in the room.
"when!"
The church bells came from afar. Under the heavy and melodious echo, a thin field of gray and crimson exploded under the gaze of "Samael".
…
Under the dome supported by mottled ancient stone pillars, Klein's expression suddenly froze as he spread his spirituality and contacted the crimson stars.
What is that black mass next to the little "sun"?
But before he could delve deeper, Miss Justice's sweet voice came from below, interrupting his thoughts.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
The members of the tarot party sat down one by one, their eyes focused on the cards he placed in hand in no particular order.
Their eyes and movements showed doubts and surprises, as well as inevitable guesses. After all, the cards placed in the hands of the mysterious and aloof Mr. Fool could never be ordinary items.
Among the members, only "The World" didn't show any curiosity and just kept his head lowered.
Audrey, who was closest to The Fool, looked to the left curiously, but failed to gain anything.
The card was so tightly obscured by the gray fog around Mr. Fool that nothing could be seen clearly... She pursed her lips regretfully, smiled again, and presented the Russell diary collected this week.
"Mr. Fool, I also collected two pages of Russell's diary."
Under the leadership of "Justice", "Magician" also spoke.
"Very good." Klein happily tapped the edge of the long bronze table and helped the two of them materialize the diary.
The news of the theft of the Russell Memorial Exhibition collection caused a sensation in Backlund, and newspapers and media outlets rushed to inquire about the attitude of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, trying to find out more details.
Miss "Justice" and "Magician" must have read the recent newspapers, and they didn't even connect them with the two cards I took away. It seems that MI9 and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery have done a good job in maintaining confidentiality... ...Klein arranged the three pages of the diary in order and nodded in a good mood.
Well, it was Zaratul who took the cards and I probably didn't mention it among my subordinates. The only people who know about this matter are me and Miss Hunter at the moment... Klein looked at the diary in his hand, and his smile gradually stiffened.
The diary that Miss Justice submitted to him turned out to be the same pages that he had seen at the Russell Memorial Exhibition!
Klein hid his expression and comforted himself while turning to the second page. Fortunately, Miss Magician did not disappoint him and provided new content.
"January 1st is the beginning of a new year, and I just finished making my first 'blasphemous card'."
"Haha, Zaratul still remains opposed to my decision to make the 'Card of Blasphemy', and has said a lot of bad things about it."
"Does He sometimes take Himself too seriously?"
"My relationship with Trunsoest in the south is just a cooperative relationship. I show my kindness to the True Creator and want to contact the 'God of Mystery', but it does not mean that I want to become a vassal of the Trunsoest Empire."
"Really speaking, the current emperor of Trunsoest is not as high-ranking as me. Why should I be his vassal? I negotiate directly with the true creator!"
"However, at present, the attitude of the true Creator is still unclear. Perhaps Zaratul is conveying to me the attitudes of his two masters in a subtle way?"
"Well, the specific date for my becoming a god ceremony has been determined. There is only one chance. It cannot change because of their attitude. Even if Nanfang maintains the current ambiguous position, I must stick to my plan and implement it without reservation. Go down."
"The ultimate secrets contained in the twenty-two paths of God will be hidden in these different 'blasphemous cards'. I will scatter most of them to various places. Except for the 'Black Emperor', the most important ones will remain. To my children."
"These blasphemous cards that I send out will be natural baits. The secrets behind them are enough to bring out the careerists hiding in the gutter, and they are enough to turn the order established by the gods and royal families upside down."
"Since you want to stop me, be prepared for my revenge!"
"I hope those ambitious people can play a role and share some of the pressure for me. Only in this way can my plan to become a god proceed smoothly."
"Of course, even if it doesn't succeed, the few 'blasphemy cards' I left to the children will be enough to become their biggest support and protect their safety. As for the future and other people, that is not what I care about."
"I am a person who has always had grievances and revenge. After I die, I will not care about the floods!"
The amount of information recorded in this page of the diary was so overwhelming that it almost shocked Klein and made him react in a way that was not in line with the character of The Fool.
It turns out that what Russell wanted to occupy in his later years was the throne of the "Black Emperor". No wonder he later abandoned his status as a consul and became emperor...
Russell's voice written in the diary connects the history that Klein is familiar with into a complete chain, clearly explaining his betrayal of the Sauron royal family in his later years, imitating Caesar, making various weird decisions, stimulating the eternal blazing sun and steam and The Church of the Mechanical God is the real reason why history is set back.
Zaratul will personally persuade Russell. It seems that the True Creator and "Secret" really don't expect him to succeed... Klein turned to the last page of the diary with a sigh.
He was certain and certain that the diary submitted by the "magician" had definitely been carefully screened by Zaratul.
"Secret" is unlikely to teach Chinese to Zarath, UU reads www.uukanshu. netWhen he disappeared, Zaratul had not yet taken over his grandfather's position, been promoted to an angel, and gained the power to meet the true God. These were all clearly recorded in the "secret" holy book... Klein suppressed his desire to slow down. Feeling the urge to exhale, continue reading.
"On January 20th, I prepared the second 'blasphemy card'..."
If I could get this diary page earlier, I wouldn't have run into Russell's eldest daughter on Friday. Well, I wouldn't have had to bring back so many useless things... Behind the high-backed stone chair where Klein was sitting In the debris pile, there are also two "plagiarism and forgeries" written by Russell himself, namely "Rosell's Collected Poems" and "The Return of the Earl".
The last page of the diary records in detail the motivation behind Russell's decision to put the "Black Emperor" card currently in Klein's possession into the creative manuscript. Apart from this, the other part does not have much value, it is just his The record of private life is like useless to Klein, who has already obtained the "Black Emperor" card. The top end is an additional source of fun.
Klein's eyes moved upward and he almost laughed out loud.
"January 16th, the witch tastes really good."
He controlled his expression, smiled at the two ladies who had just handed him the diary and said:
"How do you want to be paid?"
The "Magician" looked slightly dazed, as if he was lost in thought, but Audrey raised her hand without hesitation and said directly:
"Mr. Fool, I want to know what the card in your hand represents?"
The taste of a witch is really good... fun.
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