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

Because of the Russell memorial, although it wasn't a weekend, Klein arrived with a long line at the door.

According to the descriptions of newspapers and magazines, he knew that the middle class in this world had fewer forms of entertainment, and in addition to reading newspapers, reading novels, attending opera concerts, playing tennis and squash, enjoying various plays, and holding or attending banquets and dances, there were only three options left: visiting parks, seeing exhibitions, and going on vacation, and due to the influence of Russell the Great, annual leave was already a relatively common phenomenon in this class.

At nine o'clock, Crane, wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black cane, and a double-breasted long gown, took the ticket and followed the people in front of him into the museum step by step.

There is a diversion here, and different docents lead a part of the visitors through different passages.

Klein and a dozen or twenty people followed behind a good-looking woman and listened to her talk about Russell's life.

This didn't mean anything to Klein, who was half a historian, so he boredomly checked the location of his wallet, then looked around boredly, and then saw a rather familiar figure in the crowded exhibition hall.

"Mr. Edward!" Seeing that the other party also noticed him, Klein took the initiative to take two steps forward and greeted, "You also came to see the commemorative exhibition?" ”

"Yes, what a coincidence, I should have invited you in advance if I knew you were coming." Edward responded to him with his usual calm voice, "This is the first time Rune has opened such a full-scale exhibition, and I want to see how much they have grabbed after Russell's death." ”

"......" the corners of Klein's mouth twitched, changing the subject, "Have you been living in Intis before?" ”

"Once, after Russell's death, I went to live in the Southern Continent, where I developed some industries, made some investments, and every year I had a lot of money in my accounts to maintain my daily expenses." Edward was not bored, and replied patiently one by one, "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 almost all the places I can go. I only came to settle in Rune about forty years ago, and it has been a long, long time since I was out of the house. ”

"I see......" Crane nodded as he heard it. If you also have angelic-level power, immortality and not 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 exciting, but he has only thought about it a little, and he is not ready to really try.

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

After the "daily exhibition hall" are the original manuscripts of important documents promulgated by Russell, including the Civil Code and other historical relics of great value. In the female docent's high-spirited and slightly sensual explanation, everyone's attention followed her fingers to the glass display case next to her. Klein's gaze then turned to the notebook spread out in the display case, on which was the Chinese Simplified Chinese that he was familiar with to the extreme:

"Damn, I'm almost constipated from eating the food here!"

"Are the ladies of Intis so open on March 17th? Did I fall on her, or did she fall on me? It always feels a little weird. ”

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

"There is no doubt about my choice, praise be to you, God of Chances!"

"One day, I'm going to have the Artisan Church renamed the Cult of the Mechanics."

I've made the same mistake of embarrassing others...... Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Edward Vaughn next to him seeing these words, and Crane was eager to smash the display case and burn the diary. It's really romantic...... Romantic constipation...... This is supposed to be the diary of Russell the Great through the early days, without any valuable information...... And his handwriting is uglier than mine...... Klein's scalp was numb, his toes were clawing, and he complained in his heart.

“…… Don't worry, I've seen this kind of thing a lot. ”

Edward's face had a look of pity similar to that of caring for the mentally retarded, and he thoughtfully patted Klein on the shoulder, motioning for him to look at something else: "He copied several cookbooks for me, from white cases to pastries, but he didn't know how to do it himself, and he came to my house to eat when he had the opportunity." So much so that more than a hundred years ago, Intis paid special attention to food, and there is a slang saying that kings and ministers discuss political affairs at the dinner table and in the kitchen. ”

The narrator continues in an adoring tone: "This is a piece composed by Russell the Great himself, this is his unfinished opera script, this is his musical score manuscript and his own invented instrument......"

Klein saw Edward's expression suddenly contort.

A few seconds later, the former earl, who had been plagiarized by his own boss, exhaled violently: "I'm going to play Ode to Joy on his grave." ”

Klein: Forget the seniors, forget it.

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"This is a love letter from Russell the Great, the first love poem he wrote: When you are old......"

"It's a bracelet he's made, it's a manuscript he's made, it's a little game he's invented for his own kids, it's like Intis chess...... This is the building block toy he invented, and it is also a ...... for his children"

Klein was already numb.

Along the way, there is nothing that does not require royalties.

Edward was intrigued by these things, and stopped to look at them for a few seconds. He glanced over and found that in front of the glass display case stood a woman with a height of more than 1.7 meters. The lady has long waist-length chestnut hair and a very well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor thin. She wore a girly yellow cake dress, but she wore an old-fashioned black soft hat on her head, and the fine tulle hung down to cover her face.

She stood in front of the display case, staring at the contents for a long time.

Edward explained, "This is Rosell's eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustav. ”

"Uh-oh." Crane's gaze turned away from the lady, who turned out to be Russell's...... Wait, wait, what's in Russell?

The long-haired lady of chestnut—Bernadette Gustav—slowly turned her head to look at Edward Vaughn, her gaze swept over Klein, who immediately felt a strong spiritual warning: the daughter of Russell the Great was actually quite a powerful extraordinary! To be able to live from that era to the present, you must at least be a demigod-level powerhouse, otherwise it is impossible to still look like this young for more than a hundred years...... Crane's blood was surging, his face flushed, and he took several steps back before regaining consciousness.

"Are you alright, sir?" The female docent noticed Klein's abnormality and stepped forward to inquire with concern.

Klein didn't want to get involved in the-for-tat confrontation between the two high-level sequences, not to mention that he had his own purpose of finding the blasphemy card, so he could take this opportunity to separate from Edward and investigate alone. So he hurriedly said to the female docent: "Yes, yes, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, where is the bathroom?" His ugly face was convincing, and after the female guide showed the way, Crane quickly left the place.

Bernadette's gaze had already fallen on Edward's, and she didn't show much vigilance, looking quite natural.

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

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

Don't be provoked by His provocations...... Bernadette inhaled deeply and exhaled, angry and relieved at the same time: the other party still had no interest in her. It is quite a shame to survive because of the contempt of a strong enemy, and Bernadette's pride made her swallow this shame - the difference in their strength is too great, the cause of her father's death in his later years and the information after his death have not been investigated, and she can't and has no capital to turn her face with the angel of the abyss. Therefore, she took advantage of the other party's indifference very rationally to go to the remote and chaotic sea, and slowly develop her own power.

"True to the devil, you're still feeding on the pain of others."

Bernadette mentally estimated how long it would be before this bad chance encounter ended, and tried to keep her voice as steady as if she didn't care about anything: "If there's nothing to say, then I'll take my leave." ”

With that, Bernadette walked away without looking back, and to her surprise, Edward really didn't stop her. But when she walked out two or three meters, a very light sentence floated in her ear:

"That's how you treat your elders? Or the same as a hundred and twenty years ago, Bernadette, if this continues, you will never be able to avenge him. ”

"......" Bernadette clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, holding back her expression from showing any expression, and even reciting in her mind the recipe for the "voyeur" path to distract herself, but even so, the demon's words still fell into her ears.

"Poor and lovely Bernardette, why be so hostile to me, I won't kill you." The regret in the demon's voice sounded real, and it was sincere. Bernadette had always felt that he had a talent for acting as an actor and that he could play all the falsehoods as if they were the truth, "If it weren't for your mother's unwillingness, you might even call me godfather." Since you're still tracking down Russell, I can give you some information. ”

"No, I don't."

Bernadette said categorically.

Edward was not annoyed: "I heard that you have established an organization at sea to fight against the Hidden Sage and find clues about Russell's life. ”

"Haven't you had enough of playing house?"

"I'm not going to change my mind, you don't have to waste your tongue."

"I know you hate me deeply because you feel that I am making your venerable father cruel and ruthless, and moving further and further away from the people He wants to protect. Hmph, that's exactly what He wants. ”

Speaking of this, the demon pretended to sigh: "But is it possible, I mean possible, that your father was actually a natural tyrant who didn't take human life seriously, and I just handed him a knife, and it was the great emperor himself who decided to swing the knife at his subjects?" Maybe He has been deceiving you all along, hoping that His good daughter will think He is a good person? It's a pity that you still believe in His mercy. ”

Bernadette could barely bear it, she had always known that she could never believe a word the demon said, as long as she agreed with the other party's words in her heart, there would be an opportunity, she did not feel that she could pay enough to redeem her soul or her 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 quickened her pace, closed off her hearing, and left the exhibition hall as fast as she could, and people along the way avoided it.

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

Edward watched her disappear from his vision with steps that could almost be considered hasty, and sighed, half regretfully, half hypocritically:

"I've never told a lie."

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

TBC

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This is Russell's poems, this is Russell's diary, this is Russell's manuscript, this is Russell's daughter.

Russell's exhibition has his daughter, fellow countryman, "friend", and Rossell himself.