Chapter 45 Rossel Exhibition

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West Side, 2 King's Avenue, Kingdom Museum.

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

According to newspapers and magazines, he knew that the middle class in this world had fewer ways of entertainment. Reading newspapers, reading novels, listening to opera concerts, playing tennis and squash, enjoying various dramas, holding or attending banquets and dances, there were only three options left to visit the park, seeing exhibitions and going out for vacations. Due to the influence of Emperor Rossell the Great, annual leave was already a common phenomenon in this class.

At about nine o'clock, Klein, wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black cane, and a double-breasted tweed dress, took the ticket and followed the people in front of him and entered the museum step by step.

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

Klein and more than 20 people followed a beautiful woman and listened to her introduction to Rossell's life.

This made no sense for Klein, who was half historian, so he bored to confirm the location of his wallet, then looked around boredly, and then he saw a very familiar back in the crowded exhibition hall.

"Mr. Edward!" Seeing that the other party also noticed him, Klein took the initiative to step forward and greeted, "Are you here to see the memorial exhibition?"

"Yes, what a coincidence. If I had known you would have come too, I should have invited you in advance." Edward responded to him with his usual peaceful voice. "This is the first time that Ruan has opened such a comprehensive and large-scale exhibition. I want to see how much they have snatched after Rossell died."

"..." Klein's mouth twitched, changing the subject, "Have you lived in Intis before?"

"Once, after Rossell died, I went to live in the Southern Continent, where I developed some industries and made some investments, and every year I earned a lot of accounts to maintain my daily expenses." Edward didn't feel bored, and replied patiently, "You must know that it is very boring to stay in this world for 1,400 years. I often travel or explore, and I have been to basically all the places I can go. I only came to Ruan to settle down in Lun for a long time. It has been a long time since I went out for."

"So that's it..." Klein nodded repeatedly when he heard it. If he also had the power of the angel level, and had no such hatred and concern forever, then traveling around was indeed a very ideal life. But his ultimate goal had never changed. Although he was a little moved, he just thought about it for a while and was not ready to try it.

The two chatted leisurely, using the tour guide's voice as the background sound, and slowly following the crowd to the next exhibition hall.

After the "Daily Exhibition Hall", there are the originals of the important documents issued by Rossell, including the extremely valuable historical relics such as the Civil Code. In the female tour guide's enthusiastic and slightly stingy explanation, everyone's attention followed her fingers to the glass display cabinet next to her. Klein's eyes turned to the notes spread out in the display cabinet, which was the simplified Chinese that he knew very well:

"Damn it, I'm almost constipated when I eat the food here!"

"Are Intis's wife so open on March 17? Did I get into her or did she get into me? I always feel a little weird."

"On March 22, it's time to choose faith, on one side is the Eternal Sun Church and on the other side is the Artisan Church."

"My choice is undoubtedly to praise you, the God of All Things!"

"One day, I will change the craftsman church to the Mechanical God Church."

I had another embarrassing problem for others... I saw Edward Vaughn next to me from the corner of my eye and saw these words. Klein wanted to break the showcase and burn the diary. It was indeed very romantic... Romantic constipation... This should be the diary of Emperor Rossell's early time travel, without any valuable information... and his words were even ugly than mine... Klein's scalp was numb and his toes were gripping the ground, and he complained in his heart.

"...Don't care, I've seen a lot of things like this."

Edward had a compassionate expression similar to caring and mentally retarded, and he thoughtfully patted Klein on the shoulder, signaling him to look at something else: "He copied several recipes for me, from the white table to the pastry, but he could not make them at all, so he came to my house for free when he had the opportunity. So much so that Intis paid special attention to food more than a hundred years ago, and there was a slang term-the king and minister were discussing political affairs at the dining table and the kitchen."

The female tour guide continued to explain in a worship tone: "This is the music created by Emperor Rossell himself, this is his unfinished opera script, this is his manuscript of the score and the instrument he invented..."

Klein suddenly twisted when he saw Edward's expression.

A few seconds later, the former count, who was plagiarized by his boss, exhaled a fierce sigh: "I want to shoot Ode to Joy on his grave."

Klein: Forget it, senior, forget it.

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"This is a love letter from Emperor Rossell, this is the first love poem he created: 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 children, similar to Intis chess... This is a building block toy he invented, and it is also for his children..."

Klein is already irritated.

There is nothing along the way that you don’t need copyright fees.

Edward was very interested in these things, and from time to time he stopped to look at them for a few seconds. He glanced at him and found a woman with a height of more than 1.7 meters in front of the glass display cabinet. The woman had long chestnut hair that was long enough to her waist, and her figure was very good. She was neither fat nor thin. She was wearing a girlish yellow cake skirt, but she wore an old black soft hat on her head, and the fine gauze dangled down, covering her face.

She stood in front of the showcase, staring at the items inside, and had not left for a long time.

Edward explained to Kline: "This is Rossell's eldest daughter, Bernady Gustav."

"Oh oh." Klein's eyes moved away from the lady, and it turned out that she was Rossell's... Wait, what about Rossell's?

The long-haired lady of chestnut - Bernady Gustav - slowly turned her head and looked at Edward Vaughan. Her eyes swept across Klein, who immediately felt a strong spiritual warning: Emperor Rossell's daughter was actually a very powerful extraordinary person! She could live from that era to the present, at least a demigod-level strong man, otherwise she would not have been like this young for more than a hundred years... Klein's blood was surging, his face turned red, and he took several steps before he could recover his consciousness.

"Sir, are you okay?" The female tour guide discovered Klein's abnormality and stepped forward with concern to ask.

Klein did not want to participate in the two high-sequences of tit-for-tat, not to mention that he had his own purpose of finding the card of blasphemy, and was able to take this opportunity to separate from Edward and investigate alone. So he quickly said to the female tour guide: "Yes, yes, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Where is the bathroom?" His ugly face was extremely convincing. After the female tour guide pointed out the route, Klein quickly left here.

Bernadai's eyes had long fallen on Edward. She did not show much vigilance, and she looked quite natural.

"I thought you had forgotten my face long ago." She spoke lightly, looking for an opportunity to end the topic. "If you stop me now just because you are bored, then I'm leaving."

"How could I forget your face, Your 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 stimulated by His provocation... Bernadai took a deep breath, exhaled, and was angry and relieved at the same time: the other party still had no interest in her. Surviving because of the contempt of powerful enemies was a very shameful thing, and Bernadai's pride forced her to swallow this shame - their power gap was too big, and the cause of death in his father's later years and the information after his death had not been investigated clearly, so she could not and had no capital to turn against the abyss angel. Therefore, she rationally used the other party's indifference to go to the remote and chaotic sea and slowly developed her own power.

"You are worthy of being a demon, you are still feeding on the pain of others."

Bernardy was estimating in his heart how long it would take to end this bad encounter. He tried to calm his voice, as if he didn't care about anything: "If there is nothing to say, then I'll say goodbye."

After saying that, Bernadai walked away without looking back. Surprisingly, Edward really didn't stop her. But after she walked two or three meters, a very light word came to her ears:

"Is this your attitude towards your elders? Or is it the same as you did a hundred years and twenty years ago, Bernadai. If you continue like this, you will never be able to avenge Him."

"..." Bernadai clenched his fists, pinched his nails into the flesh, and forced himself to prevent any expression from being revealed. He even recited the recipe for "Seeking Secret Man" in his heart to divert his attention. However, even so, the devil's words still fell into her ears.

"Pity, lovely Bernadai, why should you be so hostile to me? I won't kill you." The regret in the devil's voice sounds very real and sincere. Bernadai always felt that He had the talent of an actor and could act like a fact. "If it weren't for your mother's unwillingness, you should even call me Godfather. Since you are still pursuing Rosel's affairs, I can give you some information."

"unnecessary."

Bernadai said firmly.

Edward was not angry: "I heard that you have established an organization on the sea to fight against the hidden sages and look for clues about Rossell's lifetime."

“Have you not had enough fun playing house yet?”

"I won't change my mind, you don't have to waste your talk."

"I know you hate me deeply because you think it is me who makes your respectable father cruel and ruthless, and get farther and farther away from the people He wants to protect. Hum, that's exactly what He wants."

Speaking of this, the demon sighed pretendingly: "But is there a possibility? I mean, your father is actually a natural tyrant who does not take human life seriously. I just handed him a knife, and the great emperor himself who decided to wave his subjects? Perhaps He has been lying to you all the time, hoping that his good daughter can think of him as a good man? It's so pitiful, you are still believing in His kindness."

Bernadai was almost unbearable. She had never known that she could never believe even a word that the devil said. As long as she agreed with the other person's words in her heart, there would be an opportunity to take advantage of it. She did not feel that she could pay enough to redeem her soul or life.

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

So she speeded up, closed her hearing, and left the exhibition hall as fast as possible. People along the way avoided it.

"You are really your father's good daughter."

Edward watched her disappear from His vision with almost a trepidation, sighing half regretful and half hypocritical:

"I've never told a lie."

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

TBC

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This is Rossell's poem, this is Rossell's diary, this is Rossell's manuscript, this is Rossell's daughter.

In Rossel's exhibition, there is His daughter, fellow villager, "friend", and only Rossel himself is the only one who is left.
Chapter completed!