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Click, click.

Polish the pen body, fix the copper ring, install the groove and spring for the pen core, screw on the pen tip, and install the plastic button at the end of the pen... He sat on one of his branches and assembled it silently.

An ordinary ballpoint pen with a transparent barrel gradually appeared in his palm.

"What are you doing?" Amon adjusted his monocle. He was wearing an old-style Loen government typist's standard overalls. He was suspended by a vine by his ankles and hung upside down in front of him. The two of them were eye level.

together.

"Exploring history." The Declined King answered him calmly.

"History? What kind of history?"

"A long history." The typist Amon is currently the most savvy and well-behaved of all the Amon collections. He is more patient with individuals who are curious and less annoying. This is because of his role as a "mentor"

The characteristics caused trouble, so the Decline King explained, "This is older than the time you were born, older than your father was invincible on the earth, long before the birth of Fregla, Gray Carrie and the others.

history."

Typist Amon has little interest in learning history, but this does not prevent him from wondering what happened: "What did you see from a pen?"

"It's not just that."

"Where did this pen come from?"

"Taken from someone else's memory."

The Declined King raised the restored pen and looked at it for a moment: "...This pen was produced in 2019, a Japanese brand, Baile's juice pen, black. The information that can be retrieved is very vague. If

By really touching this pen, I can read more information."

"It is produced in Japan, the spring comes from Russia, and the plastic of the pen barrel is made in the United States. It is packaged in Japan, and the wrapping paper is printed in China and then shipped to Japan for packaging. It is imported by air and placed at the door of a high school.

On a shelf in a stationery store, there is the second bottle of the imported brand in the fifth box from left to right on the third floor, priced at 7.5 yuan... The person who bought it was also a Chinese student. He brought it to the UK and passed the Edward W.

In the college where En is located, when "He" woke up, this student was writing homework with this pen."

"This is the 'history' this pen carries," he said.

Basically, they are all words that I have never heard of. I seem to understand them but I don’t seem to understand them at all. The typist Amon stretched out his hand to hold the sliding lens again, picked the question that interested him most and asked: "I seem to have heard it before.

The word Russia was said, what is it? The name of a city?”

The Declined King was not surprised: "You heard this from your father, right? Russia is a country, perhaps his hometown."

The typist Amon fell into deep thought. He speculated on the relationship between this "older history" and his "hometown", and then he seemed to vaguely touch something: "I have never seen this kind of pen, and the ancient history has not been handed down.

?Because its destruction? Has to do with "His" awakening?"

"That's not what you need to know."

The Declined King let go of his hand, and the pen made of memory disappeared into ashes as it fell: "You have to answer my question now."

"What is it?"

"Do you know a plant called the banyan tree?" King Decline asked him, "Angiosperms, Dicotyledons, Urticales, Moraceae, Ficus, large tree plants."

Typist Amon recalled it and spread his hands: "I haven't heard of this plant. Is it an extinct extraordinary plant?"

The Declined King did not answer his doubts and asked again: "Then what do you see me like?"

"..." Amon touched his monocle and his eye socket again, and answered in a very relaxed tone, "You - you who I am talking to are a protruding part of a huge tree trunk covered with sarcoma.

, like the product of many layers of vines stacked together, without a head, with a total of one hundred and forty tentacles extending out. You just assembled a pen with your own tentacles and branches. When assembling, the eyes on your torso

Thirteen are watching me, twenty-eight are watching the pen, and nine are watching the paranoid."

Adam, the silent virtual personality in the layers of restraint, suddenly raised his head, looked at Amon, and then at the Outer God, and his eyebrows slowly wrinkled.

"You're right."

The declining king reached out and pushed aside a strand of hair that fell in front of his eyes, glanced at Adam, turned his head and said to Amon:

"I finally confirmed that Adam is the ancient sun god."

Amon's eyes narrowed as he digested this information without looking at Adam: "...Why did you say that?"

"Because I chose the concept closest to me on the earth as the cornerstone of the simulation, which is the "banyan tree."" The Decline King replied, "This kind of plant does not exist on the earth now. People who don't know what a banyan tree is,

Nor can he correctly recognize the image I simulated."

"What you saw was the real me. And He saw the human-like image I simulated."

——The above is a conversation that took place a hundred years ago.

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How boring, I thought.

I could see the open manuscript, and I could also see the blasphemous card disguised as a bookmark sandwiched in the middle.

Because that's what I saw Russell put in.

It has been more than a hundred years, and the people of the Church of Steam still haven't discovered it, and it is still restricted here and cannot be spread out. This thing almost goes against Russell's original intention of fearing chaos when he made it.

To be honest, this study has been restored very well, and it is exactly the same as it was in the past. Children will run on the stairs, and the servants in the study lower their eyes waiting for the master and the young masters' requests. The second floor has

Children's paintings are stored in several connected cabinets, and half-used paints are also stored. Russell tried to develop crayons, but the scope was limited to the palace, and the practice and usage habits were not spread. He also tried

I was trying to make a mobile phone model, but I couldn't find suitable screen materials. When others saw what I made, they could only embarrassingly explain it as a new palace mirror...

There is a high probability that Klein will not come over. Bernadette's greetings are still so direct... It's quite boring to stay here. Let's go and see somewhere else. I turned around and headed to other exhibition halls.

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Klein meditated quietly in the bathroom, waiting for his spirit to calm down, and then went to do a divination above the gray fog.

"That woman would be bad for me."

Repeat, the pendulum rotates counterclockwise in a large way, which means that he will not be harmed by Bernadette. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and decided to stay a little farther away from his fellow angels next time. When gods fight, mortals suffer, and being looked at by demigods can be dangerous.

Not everyone can bear it. What's more, Bernadette Gustave really just glanced at him. What if the next person is not so well-mannered and just throws an extraordinary ability at him? Even if the fellow's conscience finds out and protects him,

, I was lucky enough not to die, but I must have lost most of my life.

A few minutes later, Klein, who decided to keep a little distance from Edward Vaughn, left the bathroom and returned to the exhibition "Warm Russell" that he had not had time to see just now. Only then did Klein have the opportunity to take it seriously.

Take a real look at the study room where Emperor Russell once lived. In order to restore the scene and increase the atmosphere, there is no gas lamp installed here, only the light of the chandelier. There are desks, chairs, brass lamp stands and other things located in the center of the rows of bookshelves.

, they are all covered by glass and have no contact with the outside world.

Klein took a quick look and found a stack of manuscripts with yellowish paper. The manuscripts were not unfolded, and only the contents of the first page could be seen.

It depicts a rectangular object with a detailed description: "This is a portable and miniaturized application of the telegraph machine. It can be used to connect to people holding the same item, send and receive messages that each other wants to exchange, and even make direct calls.

It requires better positioning, and I think we can boldly look to the sky, where there are no obstacles and the signal can be spread better."

…

Emperor, you didn't even let go of your cell phone... Klein couldn't help but reach out and cover his face.

At this time, the commentator introduced the stack of manuscripts: "...They record the fantastic ideas of Emperor Russell, the inventions he has not yet had time to turn into reality, and the glory of human civilization!

"

Klein didn't listen carefully to the flattering words and looked at other things at random. Suddenly, he found a bookmark hidden in a hard-shell book on the table. The exposed part of the bookmark depicts images like a child's random scribblings.

.

Emperor Russell is not good at painting... Just as Klein laughed in his heart, he suddenly remembered something: Russell once disguised a "blasphemous card" as a bookmark and sandwiched it in a certain book.

In this book!

Could it be this one? Klein observed it carefully for a few seconds without any trace, but found no clues.

Russell mentioned in his diary that he wanted to put the "blasphemous card" in a very valuable book, so that no one would think that the most valuable thing in the book was actually an inconspicuous card.

Bookmarks...well, which of these books is very valuable? Klein recalled the details of the diary to eliminate them.

"Glory Era" is not like...

"History of the Kingdom of Intis" is not like...

"Geography of the Northern Continent", this is possible, but not high...

"Principles of Improvement of Steam Machinery", ibid...

Klein scanned them one by one, and his eyes suddenly stopped on the stack of manuscripts he saw first.

There are records of the Earth objects that Russell wanted to invent but was unable to invent. The manuscript also contained a bookmark depicting Russell wearing the emperor's clothes.

Plagiarism, no, creative manuscript... This must be a very valuable book, right? Combined with the bookmarks in it, it is indeed very possible!

He turned on his spiritual vision and found nothing unusual, so he knew for sure that the Church of Steam could not judge Russell's "blasphemous card" through spiritual vision, and Russell should have used some method to make people believe it.

He sent out all the "blasphemous cards"... For various possible reasons, and with the passage of more than a hundred years, no one in the Church of Steam should think that there is a fish that has slipped through the net, hiding under their noses.

"Go back to the gray fog and do some divination to confirm my analysis."

"If after all the effort, the boss steals just an ordinary bookmark, I might as well lie back in the grave!"

It would be nice if we could find a chance to verify it... Who should I entrust? Miss Fors? Although her "Apprentice" path ability can pass through walls, she only has Sequence 9, which is too dangerous... Miss Xio? No
To be continued...