Chapter 209 Mother God! How could I turn my back on the moon!
Klein only felt that his brain was in chaos. The short six Chinese characters were already comparable to his surprise when he saw Russell's diary and Panridax's diary.
Are there other time travelers in this world?
In other words, is this the work of Russell or the ancestor of Panridax?
After all, this is Amon's tomb, which can be traced back to at least the Fourth Age. Both Russell and Panridax's ancestors have a lot of "committing time".
And just two hundred years was obviously not enough to leave any traces of time on this thousands-year-old ruins. As the indoor time returned to normal again, the handwriting lost its vividness along with the wind-eroded murals.
"Archbishop, the Roselwen on this mural..." After Horamik smashed the door of the abyss, an accompanying team member finally couldn't help but ask.
Emperor Russell, after all, his status is different in the Church of Steam and Machinery.
The writing on the wall is coherent and smooth enough, and is obviously not a poor imitation filled with the writing habits of Loen, Intis, and Feysac.
Horamik frowned, seeming to be thinking about something, and then he seemed to have made a decision, shook his head and said:
"This was not written by Russell."
After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his answer was too arbitrary, so he added:
"Russell's handwriting is more 'sloppy'."
"Um..." The mechanical heart was not very able to understand what Horamik meant, and could only think that the deacon was comparing the handwriting of Russell's manuscript. However, after hearing this, Klein suddenly understood.
After all, he is also someone who has visited the Russell Memorial Exhibition. Russell's bad handwriting...
Well, okay, my handwriting isn't much better.
Klein laughed at himself, then followed Archbishop Horamik's thoughts and found that these words were quite similar to the handwriting in the diary handed over by Mr. Devil.
Klein is not engaged in handwriting appraisal, so he is not sure whether this should be classified as "suspicious neighbor stealing axe", but as a demigod with a mechanical heart, Klein feels that his words should still be credible.
"So, Senior Panridax visited this ancient tomb a hundred years ago and stole Amon's 'portrait' and 'time'? Well, a hundred years have passed, which can also explain why there are still so many things in the tomb.
There are many monsters. They may have been attracted again after that gentleman left because of the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics or other reasons."
Klein was thinking about what level this senior was and how much information he knew about Amon, when he suddenly saw the surrounding scenes begin to shrink rapidly.
An illusory, ancient and strange silver mirror appeared in mid-air, and the eye-like black gems on both sides flickered.
White words quickly outline the mirror:
"Your loyal servant Arrods has completed his report and is always ready to serve you again."
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Just when Klein accepted Arrods' loyalty in his dream, a letter also arrived in Backlund from the "distant" Tingen.
Snow read the contents of the letter, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he was not in a hurry to take action.
The value of intelligence depends on whether someone needs it. The same information, taken out at different points in time, will obviously have different results.
It has to be said that Mr. Glory's career is getting bigger and bigger. In just a few months, the labor movement has already spread in Ahowa County and East Tucker County. According to Ravis's prayers, I am afraid that East Chester
It won't be too long on the county side.
Although the Backlund capitalists were indispensable for this matter, no matter what, at least the workers actually got the rest and remuneration they deserved.
As for prices... I'm sorry, those workers basically can't use the products produced in their own factories.
They can clearly know that their wages can buy more bread and more beer, so that their children can no longer work and free up time to go to church schools. As for high-quality cloth, lead-white handicrafts, white
The spread of the labor movement not only prevented workers from dying of overwork, but also provided Snow with a pretty good intelligence network. Although some secret intelligence was inaccessible, it could provide him with a lot of seemingly inconspicuous real-time intelligence.
After all, intelligence does not need to be very confidential most of the time. Real professionals can easily analyze useful content from some popular newspapers.
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"Damn old man! He actually said that I have begun to accept the faith of the Mother Goddess of the Earth! Mother Goddess! How could I, a vampire, abandon the right... Wait, oh! Damn it!"
The more Emlyn thought about it, the angrier he became, but considering the other party's ability to almost pack his whole family away, he didn't say anything in the end. He silently left the Harvest Church, habitually closed the door, and returned to his current residence all the way.
I started taking care of my beloved ones.
Although he had Emily, Emlyn did not neglect the other dolls. On the contrary, he even had new ambitions in his heart——
He wants to get the method to make the doll come alive from the powerful demigod! Well, just like Emily, who came to life because of my love!
Repeating his vision in his heart, Emlyn gradually forgot about the "humiliation" in the Church of the Mother Earth, but then, he seemed to notice something was wrong——
Why didn't his parents complain about him today?
oh!
There is a vampire gathering in the Backlund area tonight!
Emlyn slapped his head, glanced at Dorothy in Emily's arms, and sighed helplessly——
"Although as a noble vampire, you should stay in your room, but this is part of the contract after all, oh, damn! I really don't know why they imitate humans and hold those boring dances! They even have to
Dance!"
Emlyn muttered in his heart, but was defeated by his protesting stomach. After swallowing, Emlyn finally put on a decent formal suit and went all the way to the home of the vampire who ran the hospital.
Open a hospital!
What a wonderful note!
There is fresh blood every day, and you can drink it at any age you want. You can even occasionally go to non-governmental organizations to donate blood for a fee, and obtain the blood of those young and beautiful girls through legal and reasonable channels!
Emlyn picked up the glass and drank the scarlet liquid in it. He thought with some envy in his heart, but he completely ignored the price of his house of dolls. It was enough to build a second-rate hospital in Backlund.
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Just as the dance was going on, the owner of the place, who looked like a middle-aged gentleman but was already over two hundred years old, the vampire Qasimi Odra, appeared on the edge of the dance floor. According to his impression, the young man who was not good at communicating was
The vampires should stay at the edge of nowhere and quietly taste the blood, but...
Didn't he come?
Qasimi reached out to call his butler, frowned and asked:
"Have you seen Emlyn?"
"He is dancing, do you need me to help you call him over?" The butler bowed respectfully and then pointed to the center of the dance floor. When Casimi heard this, he was slightly surprised -
That guy, can he find a dance partner?
Chapter 209 Mother Goddess! How could I turn my back on the moon!