The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 317's

West Borough, 2 King's Avenue, Royal Museum.

Although this was not a weekend, there was a long line at the door when Klein arrived.

According to descriptions in newspapers and magazines, he knew that the world's middle class had fewer ways to entertain themselves. In addition to reading newspapers, reading novels, listening to opera concerts, playing tennis and squash, enjoying plays, and holding or attending banquets, there are only three options: going to the park, going to exhibitions, going to exhibitions, and go on vacation. Due to the influence of Emperor Roselle, annual holidays have become a common phenomenon.

Exactly at nine, Klein, who was wearing a silk hat, black stick, and a long skirt coat, followed the people in front of him and entered the museum.

There are splits here, and different guides take a number of visitors to different aisles.

Klein and nearly twenty men followed a beautiful woman and listened to her introduction of Roselle's life.

This was of no value to Klein, who was half a historian, so he was so bored that he began to ascertain the location of his wallet.

Since his fortune had soared to 952 pounds, just a step away from a thousand pounds, his wallet could no longer hold so much money, and he could only carry a portion of it selectively. As for the rest, Klein did not feel comfortable leaving them at home without protection, so he threw them all over the gray fog.

As they walked, they entered the first exhibition hall. The female guide excitedly said, "Gentlemen and ladies, these are the daily necessities of Emperor Roselle.

"Look, it's his velvet blanket, and it's the golden glass he used to drink his wine.

"That's the toilet he used, the first toilet in the modern sense."

…

Even the toilet he used before was exhibited? Klein suddenly felt sympathy for Roselle.

Then, he looked at the toilet with a flushing system behind the glass wall and saw that it was glittering with golden light. It seemed to have a layer of gold foil on its surface, and it was carved with exaggerated and artistic patterns.

It was incredible that Klein no longer sympathized with Roselle.

Separated from the toilet only by a layer of glass is Roselle's daily wear, including cuffs, a shirt with folds in the collar, and so on.

It is clearly seen that the female guide was somewhat impressed with the culture of dressing Intis.

After the Daily Needs Exhibition Hall, there is a display of the original version of the important documents Roselle has issued, including the Civil Code and other highly valuable historical relics.

At that moment, the female guide pointed to the display cabinet and said, "This is one of the diaries left behind by Emperor Roselle. It uses a mysterious, self-made symbol that has not been deciphered to date. Many historians and archaeologists believe that this record contains the most unknown secrets of Emperor Roselle.

"As a romantic, I have my own guess. Perhaps this was the symbol he agreed with the woman he loved most. They write about each other, but can never really be together."

You are suitable for writing novels.The corner of Klein's mouth twitches. His eyes then turned to the notebook that was open in the display cabinet. On it was a simple Chinese inscription that he was very familiar with.

"6 March. Shit, I'm almost constipated from eating food here!"

"17 March. Are the women so open? Did I hit him, or did he hit me? I just feel weird."

"22 March. Time to choose religion. On one side was the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, and on the other was the Church of Workmanship.

“My choice is no doubt. Praise God, God of All Machines!

"One day, I'm going to have the Church of Craftsmanship change its name to Church of Machinery."

… It is indeed very romantic .. Romantic constipation .. It should be a diary written by Emperor Roselle in his early days. It was without any valuable information.His handwriting was even uglier than mine.Klein threw away his face and tsked.

Of course, he only saw two pages open. He doesn't know what else is in it.

I wonder how the security measures are here. I wonder if there is any possibility of sneaking in and flipping through it. Klein looked around and saw there were some security personnel on the surface.

There were probably Beyonders from the Church of the Steam and Machine Gods .. he muttered softly and followed the female guide as he mingled with the crowd. He enters the next exhibition hall called "The Gentle Roselle."

"This is Emperor Roselle's first love letter. This is her first love poem she made—" When You're Old. "Women's drivers look at the manuscript in the display cabinet with sparkling eyes.

Shameless! Yeats' coffins can't be closed anymore! Klein could not help but scorn.

“This is his bracelet. This is the original script of her novel..” The female guide introduced herself with an incredible tone of admiration.

… Klein tried hard not to let his expression change.

Of course, he also believed that Emperor Roselle, who was an Artisan in his Beyonder profession, must have been very skilled in his craft.

"This is a basic education textbook that she improved to educate her children. Each word had a corresponding image.It was a small game he created for his children, similar to chess Intis, but somehow it did not become popular … This is the toy block she created; this is also for her children." said the female guide in a gentle tone without even realizing it.

Isn't this Chinese Chess. Furthermore, Lego wants to collect licensing fees from you! Klein could only grin to hide his other emotions.

With a single glance, he noticed that there was a woman over 1.7 meters tall standing in front of this display cabinet.

She was wearing a lace dress that had the vibe of a young girl, but she was wearing an outdated black hat, and a suspended mesh veil, hiding her face.

He stood in front of the display cabinet and stared at the items inside for a long time without leaving.

Even as Klein and the others followed the guide to the next exhibition hall, he remained glued to his place.

After passing through a few more exhibition halls, the female guide pointed forward and said, "The next thing you will see is the restored study room of Emperor Roselle.

"Of course, it's just part of it."

As he spoke, Klein and the others entered the exhibition hall while the area before them opened.

It was almost like a library, lined with two-storey shelves. There was a staircase sitting below them and an alley between them leading to a three-dimensional book garden.

"you can imagine how the owner of this place had once climbed down the stairs in search of the book he wanted to read.." The guide painted a clear picture.

No, Roselle will definitely send her servant to find her. He wouldn't do it himself. Klein secretly denied.

In the middle of the row of bookshelves were tables, chairs, brass lamp legs, and the like. They are all protected under a glass cover and blocked from making contact with the outside world.

With a single glance, Klein found a stack of manuscripts that were all yellow in color.

The stack of manuscripts was not scattered, so one could only see the contents of the first page.

It was a picture of a rectangular object with a detailed description: "This is a portable and mini telegraph application. Through it, one can connect to people holding the same item and receive and exchange information.You can even communicate with them directly.

"It requires a better position.I think we can boldly set our sights on the sky. There's no barrier in the sky, and it'll allow for better signal transmission."

…

Emperor, you didn't even take off the phone .. Klein couldn't hold his face.

At that moment, the guide introduced a pile of manuscripts.

"… It records the beautiful ideas of Emperor Roselle. They recorded discoveries that he could not turn into reality in time. They're recording the glory of what our human civilization is capable of!"

Klein did not pay attention to the flattery and instead casually judged other things.

Suddenly, he saw a bookmark in a hardcover book on the table.

The bookmark section that opens depicts an image drawn randomly by a child.

Emperor Roselle was not very good at drawing.When Klein sneered inwardly, he suddenly thought of something—Roselle had once disguised Blasphemy Cards as book markers and placed them inside a certain book!

Could this be it? Klein watched closely for a few seconds, but he did not find anything wrong.

Exactly right. He had mentioned earlier that Blasphemy Cards had anti-pregnancy and anti-prophecy characteristics. Under normal circumstances, there was no way to find their uniqueness.If it was so easily recognized, the Church of the Steam and Machine Gods would have long taken it. Klein threw away his gaze and began researching the other books. He found that many of them had markers in them, and all of these markers had different shapes.

He pondered for a moment, and using his Clown ability to control his facial muscles, he curiously asked, "Is this all the books that Emperor Roselle had read before?

"Sorry, I mean, is this the real book?"

The female guide nodded firmly.

"Yes, these were all items from Emperor Roselle's study room back then. They include, but are not limited to, books, manuscripts, book dividers, lamp legs, ink bottles."

Klein slightly nodded and studied the bookmark again.

Roselle had said in her diary that she would put Blasphemy Cards in a book so precious that no one would ever think that the most precious thing in the book was actually an obscure book marker.. Well, which of these books are valuable? ? Klein began to omit the book as he recalled the details written on the diary.

"Great Era," it doesn't seem…

"The History of the Intis Kingdom," doesn't seem to be…

"This "Geography of the Northern Continent," is possible, but very unlikely…

"Increased Steam Machine Principles," same as before …

Klein scanned the books, one by one, as his eyes suddenly fell on the first pile of manuscripts he saw.

They recorded an object from Earth that Roselle wanted to find but had no conditions to do so.

There was also a marker inside, and on it, there was a depiction of Roselle in the royal Emperor's attire. Poem by William Butler Yeats.