"The next exhibition hall restores the workshop where Emperor Russell studied steam engine technology in his early years..."
The female guide holding a colorful flag led the team across the partition between the two exhibition halls. Compared with the luxurious golden tones of the previous area, this area is filled with the wildest designs of the industrial era such as black iron and the rough outline of steam engines.
style.
The steam hammer, which is about twelve meters high and almost touches the ceiling of the exhibition hall, stands in the center of the room, attracting almost everyone's attention, so that no one even noticed that a man wearing a navy blue jacket and a low-brimmed cap had slipped into the queue.
.
Victor Morris, who temporarily got rid of his butler through the crowds and his extraordinary ability, looked around, his wrist wrapped in dark gloves turning frequently. The clothes on several men not far from the front of the team disappeared and appeared in front of him out of thin air.
in hands.
There was a smell of sweat... Victor deftly broke off the lenses of the stolen glasses, smelled the only pair of gloves he could find in the exhibition hall, and stuffed them into the handbag of a woman next to him in disgust.
, his wrist moved in the other direction, and a dark handkerchief appeared in his palm.
In just a few seconds, the noble man who was dressed in formal attire just now had transformed into a young worker that could be seen everywhere in the Backlund Bridge area.
After finishing his disguise, Victor put his suit into his pocket and wrapped the stolen dark handkerchief in his left hand with deft fingers.
The lecturer under the steam hammer was still introducing Russell's inspiring experience of inventing the steam engine to the visitors in front of him. At the outermost side of the exhibition hall, Victor, who gently lowered the brim of his peaked cap with his right hand, walked further and further, calmly bypassing another
The flow of people rushing into the exhibition hall were completely unattracted by the exclamations and curses of several tourists behind them who suddenly lost their coats or glasses.
Most of them are imitations. The Church of Steam has a great business and is not willing to use real bait if it wants to fish. It is indeed the church with the best management of secular industries... It "believes" in the God of Steam and Machinery, and
Victor, whose family also has business cooperation with the church in some areas, followed the inspiration and strode through the corridor where there were fewer people.
Although the Eternal Sun is recognized as the patron saint of business, the Church of Steam, as a gathering of leading figures in the industrial age, has taken advantage of the spring breeze of the Industrial Revolution, and its highly creative craftsmen are almost ahead of other churches due to technological differences.
In one step, the Concern Group was established during the Russell period, using railways and telegraph lines to control the shares of shipping companies in most of the northern continent, such as Roen, Intis, Lundborg, and Maxi.
"On display here is..."
With his good eyesight, Victor could clearly see the building blocks, textbooks and other things in the glass display cabinet through the gaps in the crowd. He couldn't help but frown, and subconsciously seemed to leave and search for another exhibition hall.
"Sir, it's time for us to leave."
The clear voice of the commentator sounded behind him. Victor, who was almost reaching the exit, didn't know why, but his legs were stuck in place uncontrollably, and he looked away as if he was attracted by gravity.
In front of a display cabinet where several Russell secret texts were stored, a gentleman wearing a double-breasted coat nodded apologetically to the commentator, and followed the steps with a slight confusion.
He was of medium height, and his appearance was ordinary and not considered young, but this ordinaryness caught Victor's eyes.
He has many extraordinary items on his body!
Victor suppressed the twitching of the corners of his mouth and shut down the excitement in his eyes.
As a "decryption scholar", he can clearly smell the "treasures" in any place.
That person is a wild Beyonder who is interested in Russell just like me?
Or a disguised member of the Church of Steam?
The numerous spiritual light spots on the opponent's body made Victor dare not get close to observe him for the first time. He could only fall behind him from a distance, observing every move of the "fat sheep" with questions.
He has too much spiritual brilliance and carries at least four or five extraordinary items.
The last time I saw such a rich man was at Duke Negan's party... Victor recalled the Duke who seemed unsuspecting under the chandelier in the hall, but was actually fully armed. He subconsciously slowed down, slightly.
He glanced at both sides of his body.
...
"What you will see next is the restored study of Emperor Russell..."
After passing through several more exhibition halls, the female guide pointed to the rows of huge bookshelves in front of her. The four walls of the exhibition hall were covered with books and were connected by various stairs and passages.
I have only seen such a study room in Kudo Shinji's... Klein glanced at the large books with gilding patterns on the ridges of various books, and lowered his head as if being stung, and looked at
Relatively ordinary things like desks and brass lampstands were used.
Different from the bookshelves separated by railings, the decorations in these study rooms are shrouded in glass display cases. Although they cannot be touched, the text labels on the side and the magnifying glass-like tools provided by the museum are enough for interested visitors to see.
Clear the contents of the notes spread out on the desk.
"Here are stored some of the unfulfilled ideas of Emperor Russell during his lifetime. For example, this tool is composed of two hard shells with positive directions. It is described as a more advanced difference engine...
"
Isn't this a laptop?
The era when Russell was active had just begun the Industrial Revolution, and this guy was already envisioning laptop computers?
This means that even if another time traveler appears later and actually invents the laptop computer, he will still have to be labeled as the person who completed the idea of Emperor Russell on his head!
No, since he was able to successfully stage a coup in the later period and become the emperor of Intis, it means that he has at least become a high-sequence Beyonder, or even an angel.
And the sequence he chose was the "General Master", a powerful "craftsman" at the angel level, an emperor who had enough creations and whose life span was extended to almost unlimited...
Klein almost slapped himself in the face, but relying on his control, he changed the movement of his hand to rub his chin in mid-air.
I was wrong. Russell may not have wanted to leave this opportunity to other time travelers from the beginning. He simply wanted to propose it first, just like registering a trademark in advance and occupying a position first...
The commentator at the front is still introducing "Russell's great idea", and has already mentioned that the inventor of the new difference engine recently publicly declared that Russell was the enlightenment of his invention.
Looking at the familiar square characters in Intis language mixed in those manuscripts, Klein's eyes couldn't help but darken.
He remembered the only diary in the previous gallery that wasn't complaining about chores.
Combined with the attitude of being able to avoid "Secret" before, and the fact that although Russell didn't specify the target in the end, it was probably the last letter written to "Secret".
The two of them had indeed had a quarrel, and almost no longer saw each other in Emperor Russell's later years. This should also be the time when Zaratul took advantage of it...
Browsing through the various "originals" of Emperor Russell again, Klein's mood was different.
It can be seen that after Russell matured in his later years, the reason why he still put forward these obviously advanced ideas in a high-profile manner as he did in his youth may be partly because he has been away from home for too long and can only rely on this form to relieve the pain.
And these are the inheritances he entrusted to his younger son who had broken up before his death...
"Of course, these are all original creations of Emperor Russell. Although Intis has abolished the imperial system, they respect Emperor Russell, a great forerunner, and entrusted the Church of Steam to register patents for most of his ideas...
..”
The sweet voice of the commentator once again reached Klein's ears in real time, instantly shattering the emotions he had finally accumulated.
Haha...I was actually sighing just now...
Klein was about to leave, but his shoulder was hit hard. He relied on his strong balance to avoid falling.
He looked in that direction and saw that the person who had bumped into him had no intention of turning around to apologize, but was leaning against the glass cover with an intoxicated look on his face. His obsessed expression even scared away a few ladies on the side.
Is this the Russell fan when you first entered the hall?
Klein glanced up and down and stopped in confusion.
"Sir, you should apologize, you just bumped into me!"
The lady who was also hit by this reckless young man and unfortunately fell on her companion beside her shouted loudly.
She was wearing a dark green dress, her face was ordinary and her face was tinged pink due to sullenness. Her voice was so loud that everyone in the exhibition hall couldn't help but look at her. The docent who was still introducing other exhibits had to stop working.
Came over quickly.
"What happened?"
She looked around in a panic between the Russell fan and the lady in the dark green dress, holding the colorful flag in front of her.
"This person just hit me!" The lady in dark green angrily complained to the tour guide about the offense she had suffered, with the tip of her nose raised on stilts, as if she would never give up.
The commentator, who had a good face and looked to be no more than twenty-five years old at most, complied with the request of the lady in the dark green dress to apologize to him, and moved little by little to the side with delicate steps.
The pale face in front of the glass cover on which the desk was placed made Klein couldn't help but suspect that she was going to faint in the next moment.
This is too dramatic. What did that Russell fan see?
Klein silently turned on his spiritual vision and looked at the man standing blankly in front of the glass cover. The spiritual body in the man's brain showed an abnormal orange-red color, while the other parts were a rational dark blue, but it looked more...
The model lake seems to be covered with a layer of frosted glass, and the color of the brain is artificially separated.
Then, he looked at the angry lady again, and saw that the spirit body in her brain was darker red, and her body was blue-purple, and it also seemed to be covered by a layer of frosted glass, which was in the same place as the brain.
The clear colors under spiritual vision are not the same.
"Sir, did you bump into that lady just now?" The young commentator stood timidly behind Russell, his voice trembling.
In front of the glass display case, the man who was still staring at the manuscript on the desk obsessively suddenly started to tremble, and the orange-red color in his brain became darker and darker, and his nerves were excited.
"Sir?" Seeing that he received no response, the commentator innocently looked back at the dark green dress with a mean look on his face. Looking at the high tip of his nose, he had to turn his head and boldly stretched out his hand.
Just tap the man in front of the glass cover on the shoulder.
The Roselle fan in front of the glass cover was trembling even more violently. As if he had had a premonition, he put his hands behind his back and grabbed the commentator's wrist. The tips of his five fingers turned white, and he turned against the joints of the commentator's wrist and threatened to
Break it down.
"I think you're a little too excited."
With a ferocious expression, Roselle's fan looked as if he was out of control. He bowed down in pain. Under the horrified gaze of the commentator, Klein, who looked complicated, clasped the man's wrist tightly, using force with his five fingers to force him.
He loosened his grip on the docent's hand.
Immediately afterwards, Klein strode forward, his arms flexibly pulled the man's hand behind him, and his knees gently exerted force to push against the other man's chest.
boom.
There was a muffled sound, and the man who was trembling all the time and with distracted eyes fell to the ground. Most of the visitors in the exhibition hall hurriedly backed away, almost all crowded into the corner.
"Are there no other staff here?"
He stared intently at the man on the ground who still had a strange spirit, and asked the pale-faced commentator on the side.
"I am a student at Backlund University..."
Temporary workers... Klein frowned and watched all this, and his left hand on the cane tightened a little more.
Breathing a long sigh of relief, he looked at the dark green dress who was shunned by the crowd. She was so aggressive just now, but now her eyes were confused, swaying in place, looking like she was about to fall down at any time, and her expression became even more gloomy.
Doesn’t anyone really think that there is some mysterious power hidden in Russell’s diary and manuscripts?
On the first day he entered the Nighthawks, he was told that every year, many fans of Emperor Russell tried to explore the power of the "cipher text", and there were even many extraordinary people among them.
Considering the strange state of the man and the lady's spirit bodies on the ground, Klein increasingly felt that he had encountered a wild Extraordinary who shouldn't be lucky.
Is it the "audience" or some other way, he is influencing the thinking of these two people... His sharp eyes slowly swept over, passing by each person wearing a top hat, a peaked cap, or nothing at all.
Seeing Dai's figure, Klein took two steps forward.
"ah......"
Roselle's fan curled up on the ground and staggered up. He was covering his wrists as he watched. The commentator, whose face was still bloodless, twisted his expression in horror. His mouth was wide open but he couldn't make a sound. He could only keep waving.
fingers, trying to alert Klein who was closest to him.
Winter winter winter!
Taking heavy steps, Roselle's fan, who was barely able to regain his balance, bumped into Klein's back again.
Woo!
The black cane moved flexibly with his wrist and swung violently behind him. Klein, who had already had a premonition through his spiritual intuition, calmly turned around, restrained the strength of his arm, and knocked back the man who was running towards him.
boom!
Roselle's head was placed heavily on the surface of the glass cover, causing deep and dense cracks.
Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, the severe pain brought back his sense.
Dark red blood overflowed from the back of his head, and the man whose eyeballs were dyed red slipped from the glass cover. The spider web-like cracks on his back instantly shattered, and thin dark red blood spots and glass shards were scattered all over the desk.
Eroded by time, the slightly yellowed manuscript was stained with blood flowers. Crystal glass slag was dotted on the surface of the solidified blood beads, covering the face printed with the Emperor Russell's picture in the manuscript, slipping little by little.
on the floor.
Klein looked at the dripping blood bead with a complicated expression, and slowly raised his hands.