"From yesterday to now, it seems that His Majesty has not held a meeting for a whole day. Cumberland, who was invited to the official service dinner, took a sip of the wine in the glass, frowned and said to Emerson: "Phew, this wine tastes like swill!"

Emerson flipped through the list of officials and teased, "Your Majesty may have some urgent matters to deal with...... You've never been so picky about food and drink before, and when you crusade against the barbarian clans, the rain mixed with the dirt and the rain are not all the same, aren't you still very happy?"

Cumberland put down his glass, looked at the actors on the stage in the distance, and shook his head and said: "Look at this clumsy acting, and then look at these bells and whistles, not to mention those inexplicable soundtracks! You don't know, the other day, I watched the history of the siege of Samura, the scene, the atmosphere, and the music, it's just ......."

Emerson interrupted an old friend: "You can't expect a bunch of actors to act out real history. Besides, you never cared about this kind of entertainment in the past. ”

Cumberland sighed and spread his hands, "As the saying goes, a good day always makes people slack. What's more, I'm used to drinking the wine of heaven and have seen too much of the truth of history, and it's really hard to accept that I am exposed to these things. ”

Emerson closed the book in his hand: "Let's change the subject, what do you think about the kingdom of heaven that we discussed in the past?"

"Don't you want to question the existence of Heaven again?!" Cumberland's face flushed and he blew his beard, "Look at the things inside—the mirrors that can recreate history, the pictures that reveal fate, and the countless machines that don't even know what they do." Have you ever seen anything like that in the Bible?!"

"I'm not questioning the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven, I'm just helping you sort out the relationship between Your Majesty and Heavenly Father. Emerson pointed to the cross on the old knight's chest: "As you have just said, there is not a single mention of what appears in heaven in any church book. From a logical point of view, everything in heaven cannot be fabricated or imagined, and must be real, so ......"

Seeing that the old knight still looked confused, Emerson patted his head hatefully: "This is a contradiction, people think that the Son is an apostle of the Father, but what this apostle brings is incompatible with the things of the Church of the Father and the Most Orthodox Church, and there is no connection at all. Even, these things are far more real and reliable than the great visions of the scriptures......"

Cumberland gasped when he heard this: "What do you mean?!"

"Think about it, think about what kind of existence our majesty is. Emerson left the old knight in thought, looked at the theater stage, took a sip of red wine, and then spit it on the ground: "You're right, this wine is fucking unpalatable!"

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The Twilight City Artisan Guild, Aiden Comb's Hidden Workshop.

Old Aiden picked up a musket that he had just imitated, weighed it in his hand, and said with a bitter face: "The weight of this thing is almost as big as the hammer of iron." ”

An apprentice suggested, "Teacher, why don't you try it now?"

Old Aiden nodded, and while thinking about Todd's instructions, he said: "Bring the equipment for the experiment, pay attention to the sealed compartment, and when shooting, use remote ignition, and everyone is not allowed to stand by!"

Finding a remote outskirts of the city, the elder Aiden instructed the apprentices to begin preparations for testing guns.

The musket was fixed to a wooden frame and aimed at a wooden target ten meters away.

An assistant, carrying a 1.5-meter-long wooden pole with a piece of burning cotton tied to the head, carefully stretched out to the musket's lighter.

Aiden Sr. and the others crouched behind a mound, sticking their heads out to see what was going on in front of them.

Rumble!

The sound of gunpowder exploding was deafening.

After the smoke of gunpowder, old Aiden hurriedly ran to the test site to take a closer look, and the results of the test made his heart cold for most of the time.

The strong recoil shook the musket from the wooden frame to the ground, and some of the gunpowder was ignited and sprayed out of the breech, burning the wood and grass.

The wooden target, which was the target of the attack, was intact, and the disemboweled lead bullet did not know where it flew for a long time.

Old Aiden tugged at his beard with a depressed face, and his mind could already imagine what kind of performance this weapon would have on the battlefield.

A gunner raised the musket and aimed it at an enemy ten meters away.

The tinder ignites the gunpowder, and after a loud bang, the gunner and the enemy fall to the ground at the same time.

The huge recoil of the musket caused the user's arm to dislocate or even fracture, and the backward splash of gunpowder burned his skin and even his eyes.

As for the enemy's side, frightened by the loud sound and the smoke of gunpowder, he touched his body indiscriminately, and after confirming that he was unharmed, he would soon continue his attack in anger.

Looking at the assistant, holding the pistol wrapped in cloth with a slight deformation in front of his eyes, old Aiden touched his forehead with his hand, shook his head helplessly, and said: "There is still a long way to go......

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Twilight, Lilielle's clothing store.

This is a new store that has only been established for more than three months, but its popularity is second to none in the entire Yuexi Plain.

A well-decorated, quaint four-wheeled carriage stopped in front of the clothing store.

An elderly man in a butler's dress stepped down from the driver's seat, walked to the door of the carriage with a steady pace, opened the door panel and said softly, "Countess Charlotte, we have arrived." ”

A silk white glove appeared in people's field of vision, and the butler hurriedly bent down, looked his eyes to the ground, and supported the passengers in the carriage with his hand to the street.

A noble woman who looked no more than twenty-five or sixteen years old, followed by her maid. The former slowly opened the folding fan in his hand, covering the lower half of his face, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and while looking at the signboard above his head, he whispered, "This is it." ”

Pushing open the colorful pivot door, the first thing that greets guests is a large foyer, which is crowded with artists and connoisseurs, who have obviously come not to buy clothes, but to the paintings hanging on the walls and display cases.

Charlotte looked at a portrait placed in the doorway, and stopped in surprise, this painting is completely different from the school of painting in the world today, whether it is color, composition or technique.

Hiding her mouth with a folding fan, Charlotte asked the butler, "Here...... It's a clothing store, right?"

The latter replied with some uncertainty: "It should be." ”

The more she looked inside, the more surprised Charlotte became: "Could it be that the paintings here are all fakes?"

"I'm afraid not, I've never seen these works in collectors and exchanges. While looking at the paintings, the butler said in a slightly intoxicated tone: "These are all genuine, and they should all be made by masters!"

Charlotte's eyes widened, "You mean, there are many unpublished works of the masters collected here?!"

The butler nodded first, and then shook his head: "The works here are indeed from the master's handwriting, but it is a little strange, some of the painting styles and techniques in this have never been tried......"

Seeing that there were more and more people in the front hall, the Countess continued to walk forward with her butler and maid. To her surprise, at the entrance to the next hall, there were several bodyguards and a servant.

The servant first saluted Charlotte and the party, first respectfully saluted, and then smiled and said, "Greetings, distinguished guest. The rooms in the back are only accessible to women, and men are asked to wait outside the door for a while. ”

"Hah! Only women are allowed to enter!" Charlotte smiled and patted the butler on the shoulder with a folding fan, and led the maid through the porch into a large hall several times wider than the antechamber.

Everything in front of me completely subverts the concept of a traditional clothing store. Rows of clothes, shoes, hats, and leather bags are hung in different hanging cabinets according to style, size, and color, and beautifully decorated copper mirrors are placed everywhere for guests to try on.

Charlotte looked around, and in front of the counter of each type of product, there was a servant girl in charge of reception. The entire hall was packed in groups of female guests, shuttling through the counters of their respective interests to ask for price comparisons. Judging from the costumes and appearances, some women are from the holy cities of the East, some women are wearing the robes of the Southern Empire, and some women, judging by their tall bodies and deep facial features, are obviously from the North Island or barbarian countries.

The countess's maid, startled by the surging crowd in front of her, said to herself, "There are almost five hundred people here......

Charlotte saw a familiar figure in the crowd, smiled and beckoned, "Cathy!

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