Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 45 The Roselle Exhibition

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West End, 2 Kings Road, Kingdom Museum.

Because of the Roselle Memorial Exhibition, although it was not a weekend, when Klein arrived, there was already a long queue at the door.

According to the descriptions in newspapers and magazines, he knows that the middle class in this world has few ways of entertainment. Apart from reading newspapers, reading novels, listening to opera concerts, playing tennis and squash, enjoying various plays, holding or participating in banquets and dances, there are only The remaining three options are going to the park, watching exhibitions, and going on vacation. Due to the influence of Emperor Russell, annual leave has become a relatively common phenomenon in this class.

At exactly nine o'clock, Klein, who was wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black cane, and a double-breasted woolen frock coat, took his tickets and followed the people in front of him into the museum step by step.

There is a diversion here, and different guides lead some visitors to different passages.

Klein and a dozen or twenty people followed behind a beautiful woman and listened to her introduction of Roselle's life.

This meant nothing to Klein, who was half a historian, so he boredly confirmed the location of the wallet, and then looked around boredly. Then, he saw a A very familiar figure.

"Mr. Edward!" Seeing that the other party had also noticed him, Klein took the initiative to take two steps forward and said hello, "Are you coming to the commemorative exhibition too?"

"Yes, what a coincidence, if I knew you were coming, I should have invited you in advance." Edward responded with his usual peaceful voice, "This is the first time Ruen has held such a comprehensive and large-scale exhibition. I want to see how many things they robbed after Roselle died."

"..." The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he changed the subject, "Have you been living in Intis before?"

"In the past, I went to live in the Southern Continent after Roselle's death. I developed some industries there, made some investments, and earned a lot of money every year to maintain my daily expenses." Edward didn't feel bored, very Answer one by one patiently, "You must know that it is very boring to stay in this world for 400 years. I often travel or explore, and I have been to basically all the places I can go. About 40 years ago, I came to Ruen has settled down and hasn't gone out for a long, long time."

"So that's how it is..." Klein nodded after hearing this.If he also has the power of an angel, is immortal and doesn't have so much hatred and concern, then traveling around is indeed a very ideal life.But his ultimate goal has never changed. Although it sounds a little heart-wrenching, he just thought about it for a while and is not ready to really try it.

The two chatted leisurely, taking the commentator's voice as the background sound, and slowly followed the crowd to the next exhibition hall.

After the "Exhibition Hall for Daily Use", there are the original manuscripts of the important documents promulgated by Russell, including the "Civil Code" and other extremely valuable historical relics.During the high-spirited and slightly nasty explanation by the female narrator, everyone's attention followed her fingers to the glass showcase next to her.Klein's gaze also turned to the notebook spread out in the display cabinet. It was written in Simplified Chinese that he was extremely familiar with:
"Damn, the food here makes me almost constipated!"

"On March [-]th, were the wives of Intis so open? Did I fuck her, or did she fuck me? It always feels a little weird."

"March 22, it's time to choose a faith. One side is the Church of the Eternal Sun, and the other side is the Church of Artisans."

"There is no doubt about my choice, I praise you, God of Myriad Opportunities!"

"One day, I will let the Artisan Church be renamed Mechanicus."

I made another mistake of embarrassing others... Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Edward Vaughan next to me also saw these words. Klein wanted to smash the display case and burn this diary.Really romantic... Romantic constipation... This should be Emperor Roselle's diary from the early time travel, without any valuable information... And his writing is uglier than mine... Klein's scalp was numb and his toes were scratching the ground. I kept complaining in my heart.

"...Don't worry, I've seen this kind of thing a lot."

Edward had a sympathetic expression similar to caring for the mentally retarded, and patted Klein's shoulder thoughtfully, signaling him to read something else: "He reproduced several cookbooks for me, from Baian to West Point, but He didn’t know how to do it himself, so he came to my house to eat when he had the chance. So much so that Intis paid special attention to food more than 100 years ago, and there is a slang saying that the king and ministers discussed political affairs at the dining table and in the kitchen.”

The female narrator continued to explain in an adoring tone: "This is the music composed by Emperor Roselle himself, this is his unfinished opera libretto, this is his manuscript score and the musical instrument he invented..."

Klein saw Edward's expression suddenly twisted.

A few seconds later, the former earl whose work was plagiarized by his boss let out a sharp breath: "I want to play Ode to Joy on his grave."

Klein: Forget it senior, forget it.

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"This is a love letter from Emperor Roselle. This is the first love poem he wrote: When you are old..."

"This is a bracelet he made himself, this is a manuscript he created, this is a small game he invented for his own children, similar to Intis Chess... this is a building block toy he invented, and it is also for his children... ..."

Klein was numb.

There is nothing along the way that does not require copyright fees.

Edward is very interested in these things, and stops from time to time to look at them for a few seconds.He glanced over and found a woman over 1.7 meters tall standing in front of the glass showcase.This lady has long chestnut hair that reaches to her waist and has a very well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor thin.She was wearing a girly yellow cake dress, but she wore an old-fashioned black soft hat on her head, and the thin check tulle hung down to cover her face.

She stood in front of the showcase, staring at the items inside, without leaving for a long time.

Edward explained to Klein, "This is Russell's eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustav."

"Oh." Klein looked away from the lady. It turned out that she belonged to Roselle... Wait, wait, what is Roselle's?
The chestnut-haired lady—Bernadette Gustave—slowly turned her head and looked at Edward Vaughan. Her gaze swept over Klein, who immediately felt a strong sense of Spiritual warning: Emperor Roselle's daughter is actually a very powerful Extraordinary!To be able to live from that era to the present, he must be at least a semi-god-level powerhouse, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to still look this young for more than 100 years... Klein's blood surged, his face flushed, and he took a few steps back before replying. perception.

"Sir, are you alright?" The female guide noticed Klein's strange behavior and asked with concern.

Klein didn't want to participate in the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two high-sequences, not to mention that he had his own purpose of finding the card of blasphemy, so he was able to use this opportunity to separate from Edward and investigate alone.So he hurriedly said to the female guide: "Yes, yes, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, where is the bathroom?" His ugly face was very convincing. After the female guide pointed out the route, Klein quickly out of here.

Bernadette's eyes had already fallen on Edward's body, she didn't show much vigilance, she looked quite natural.

"I thought you had forgotten my face a long time ago." She said lightly, looking for an opportunity to end the topic, "If you stop me now just because you are bored, then I will leave."

"How could I forget your face, Your Royal Highness." Edward smiled slightly, "On the day when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, the fear, hatred and despair in you were so sweet that I couldn't bear to kill you. "

Can't be provoked by His provocation... Bernadette took a deep breath, exhaled, and was slightly relieved while being angry: the other party still had no interest in her.Surviving because of the contempt of a powerful enemy is a rather shameful thing, and Bernadette's pride forced her to swallow this shame-their strength gap is too large, the cause of his father's death in his later years and the information after his death Before the investigation is clear, she can't and doesn't have the capital to turn against the angel of the abyss.Therefore, she rationally used the other party's indifference to go to the remote and chaotic sea, and slowly developed her own power.

"As expected of a demon, you are still feeding on the pain of others."

Bernadette estimated in her heart how long it would take to end this bad encounter, and tried to keep her voice as steady as possible, as if she didn't care about anything: "If you have nothing to say, then excuse me."

After saying that, Bernadette walked away without looking back. Unexpectedly, Edward really didn't stop her.But when she walked two or three meters, there was a very soft word in her ear:

"Is this your attitude towards your elders? Or is it the same as it was 100 years and [-] years ago? Bernadette, if this continues, you will never be able to avenge him."

"..." Bernadette clenched her fists tightly, digging her nails into her flesh, trying not to show any expression, and even recited the formula of the "Secret Peer" path in her heart to divert her attention, but Even so, the devil's words fell into her ears relentlessly.

"Poor and lovely Bernadette, why are you so hostile to me? I won't kill you." The pity in the devil's voice sounded very real and sincere.Bernadette has always felt that He is very talented as an actor, and can act out all falsehoods as if they were facts, "If your mother is not unwilling, you should even call me godfather. Since you are still chasing Russell's matter , then I can give you some information."

"unnecessary."

Bernadette said categorically.

Edward was not angry: "I heard that you established an organization at sea to fight against the hidden sages and search for clues about Roselle's life."

"Isn't playing house enough?"

"I won't change my mind, you don't need to waste your tongue."

"I know you hate me deeply, because you feel that I have made your venerable father cruel and ruthless, and farther and farther away from the people he wants to protect. Hehe, this is exactly what he wants."

Speaking of this, the demon sighed pretentiously: "But is there a possibility, I mean possibility, your father is actually a natural tyrant who doesn't take human life seriously, I just handed him the knife and decided to kill him." Is it the great emperor himself who wields his sword? Maybe he has been deceiving you, hoping that his good daughter will think that he is a good person? It’s so pitiful that you still believe in his benevolence.”

Bernadette could hardly bear it anymore. She had always known that she could never believe even a single word the devil said. As long as she agreed with the other party's words in her heart, she would have an opportunity. She didn't think she could pay enough to redeem her soul. or the cost of life.

But these words lingered in her ears like maggots attached to the bones, tempting her to think carefully and face those painful truths.

So she quickened her pace, closed her sense of hearing, and left the exhibition hall as quickly as possible, and people along the way gave way one after another.

"You are really a good daughter of your father."

Edward watched her disappear from his sight with almost panicked footsteps, and sighed half regretfully and half hypocritically:
"I never tell a lie."

"It's a pity that no one believes me."

TBC
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This is Russell's poetry, this is Russell's diary, this is Russell's manuscript, and this is Russell's daughter.

Russell's exhibition has his daughter, fellow, "friend", except Russell himself.

(End of this chapter)