Max, Yin Kangse, and Klein, who had been tricked inadvertently, all stared at the misty silver mirror. Under the three scorching gazes, Arrods, who had always been secretive, moved at an unprecedented speed.
A clear picture was reconstructed.
In the enlarged close-up, a man with a gloomy temperament stood across the commotion of heads, his dark red eyes staring intently at the Russell fan who was concentrating on reading the titles on the bookshelf, and he spoke plausibly.
The next moment, the unlucky guy who was being rescued by the members of the Heart of Machinery lowered his head like a puppet. A strange dark yellow color occupied his vagina, and a force symbolizing malice sprouted from the spiritual body of his mind, briefly turning his thoughts away.
Separate from the body.
Under the control of the special talent of the "cold-blooded one", he ran a few steps and knocked over a lady wearing a dark green dress, releasing the curse that had not been completely absorbed from his body.
Klein looked at everything he experienced next, and his eyes moved imperceptibly to the corner of the desk that happened to appear in the picture, and once again confirmed the whole process of how the bookmark was stained with blood but still intact.
"It looks like a 'devil'..."
Max and Yin Kangse looked at each other and nodded tacitly, each seeing the answer they wanted in each other's eyes.
Most likely related to the Mad Ripper.
Although there are many wild Beyonders in Backlund, and many of them have been turned a blind eye by the authorities, these definitely do not include "demons" and "alien species".
This is not an extraordinary path, but because long-term experience tells the mechanical heart, Nighthawks, Punishers, and any extraordinary person who is contaminated with these paths, they are basically the same as monsters. In a sense, they are better than the madmen of the Aurora Society.
A more dangerous existence.
"Now it's time for you to answer Arrodes' question."
The unprecedentedly clear picture quickly dissipated, replaced by blood-red fonts.
"When was the last time Russell Gustav went to sea before his death?"
Looking at the satisfactory question on the mirror, Yin Kangse frowned and calmly moved a few centimeters away from Max.
"I'm not sure. Is it the Inter-Sea Fleet inspecting Intis?"
"mistake!"
Thick lightning fell from the sky, and in front of Klein and Yin Kangse, Max's originally neatly styled hair was dyed silvery white, and the roots stood up.
"Russell Gustave's last trip to sea was..."
On the mirror that flows like water waves, the blood-red text is invisible and distorted, as if being distorted by some unknown force.
The gray mist became thinner and thinner. Klein, who also accidentally understood this problem, stared at the mirror, his face stiffened by the human skin mask trembling slightly.
Although he didn't know why, he could feel that the mirror named Arrods was trying to convey some message to himself.
Illusory blood dripped from the words on the mirror surface, soaking in the remaining grayish white. The unformed grayish white lines suddenly disappeared, and the simple silver mirror returned to a deep calm like water.
"It seems that it was correct to use that sealed object to affect it before."
Seeing that there was no problem with the sealed artifact that he was responsible for, Yin Kangse breathed a sigh of relief without concealing it. He ran his thick-knuckled palms along the ends of his hair, as if trying to tidy up his messy hair.
Max on the side did not answer, but wrapped it up with the black cloth in his hand, shook his head that had not recovered from the lightning numbness, and waved to his colleagues on the side.
"The rest of the work is left to you..."
He covered his forehead, his eyes distracted.
Yin Kangseul, who placed the mirror wrapped in black cloth with his back facing the table and always had a smile on his face, looking much more friendly than Max, smiled at Klein.
"Arrods has just proven your innocence, but out of responsibility for the general public, we still need to leave some backup means."
Backup means?
As we all know, the Extraordinary Team of the Church of Steam can be said to be the most comprehensive official Extraordinary Team besides the followers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
It couldn't be that he wanted to sign a contract or something... Klein recalled the magical items he had seen on Rosago, but his expression remained natural.
"No problem, I am willing to prove my piety to God."
As he spoke, he tapped his chest three times clockwise in a familiar manner, and Yin Kangse and Max opposite him looked much more friendly.
Although it is not 100% certain, it is more convenient for official extraordinary people like them to have a common god.
"Don't worry, it's not a strict requirement."
Based on his past experience, Yin Kangse took out a piece of pale yellow paper from his pocket and comforted him.
He gently pushed the piece of paper in front of Klein, which was very similar to the item Klein had seen on Rosago.
"This is an extraordinary item from the 'Sun' path. It is a 'notarial certificate' valid for one month."
Klein examined the "notarial certificate" placed in front of him, and sure enough he saw the less obvious "sun" logo on the light yellow paper background, as well as the clearer holy emblem of the "god of steam and machinery"
.
There is only one clause on this piece of paper that exudes warmth, and the other parts are empty.
"In the name of the great Son of Steam, anyone who promises will not leave Backlund without reporting to the Heart of Machinery."
After reading the lonely clause several times, Klein's expression became weird little by little.
If he remembered correctly, the so-called "Son of Steam" died almost two hundred years ago...
This should be the name the Emperor had before he proclaimed himself emperor and broke with the Church of Steam. Why...
Looking at the confusion on Klein's face, Yin Kangse on the opposite side smoothed his hair, and Mohu explained:
"Now the title 'Son of Steam' refers to another being."
He did not go into more detail.
For ordinary wild extraordinary people, perhaps the most powerful ones they know are the archbishops of various churches and dioceses, those demigods or deacons who are in charge of extraordinary items corresponding to their personalities.
And this "notarial certificate" obviously points to the real big shot.
"I see."
Thinking of the diary he saw before, Klein pretended to be half-understood and signed his name obediently.
Let's not talk about whether this "notarial certificate" can really bind him. Anyway, he has no thoughts of leaving Backlund recently. This is just a formality.
"Okay," Yin Kangse picked up the piece of paper, glanced up and down, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, put it back inside the coat together with the silver mirror buckled on the table.
"After a month, you may need to sign this kind of 'notarization' again."
This is an improved model that has just been developed by the Holy Church. Although the effective time is not as long as before, it is worse than ordinary sequence members. They can also pray to that person and use the "sun" path to create sealed objects, which essentially facilitates the corresponding work. .
"So can I leave now?"
Klein moved his wrist, pointed at the chain-blade cane placed behind Max, and said cautiously.
"Of course, no problem." Max snorted, his eyes tightly closed from time to time, indicating that the captain had not adapted to the electric shock just now.
With the permission of the official Beyonder, Klein, who was already sitting a little numb, tentatively stood up, retrieved his cane from the table, turned his back to Yin Kangse's probing eyes, and walked out of the room steadily.
Click.
The door to the room on the top floor closed gently. He took a deep breath and felt the unique aroma of the pages from the pile of old papers in his nose. Klein half-jokingly said to the air:
"This should be the closest I get to history."
He shook his head somewhat complicatedly, humming the tune of "Boundless Sea and Sky" in his mouth, determined the direction, and walked towards the stairs leading to the exhibition hall.
...
Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.
On the vine rocking chair in the middle of the glass flower room, Audrey read a detailed introduction to the Russell Memorial Exhibition. Her snow-white shawl was carefully placed aside by the maid. She wore a milky-white long dress that boldly used lace. The skirt fell slightly to the floor, and her snow-white neck was
The round pearl necklace reflects the warm light.
"This looks very interesting. Unlike previous exhibitions that only had some imitation models, this exhibition will also include many precious original manuscripts created by Emperor Russell."
This means that there may be many Russell diaries there, which can be sacrificed to Mr. Fool!
Audrey couldn't help but feel a smile arouse, her off-white round-toe shoes swaying slightly, and she looked at Susie who was squatting next to the wicker chair, her golden hair decorated with bows rolled from satin.
"Susie, I read that there is a robot dog model designed by Emperor Russell in this exhibition."
Listening to Audrey's sweet voice, Susie, who was wagging her tail, just opened her mouth when she heard familiar footsteps coming from behind. She had to squat back, looked at the door, and waggled her tail again.
After all, I'm just a dog.
She recalled the elegant posture of the Doberman Pinscher at Madame Proline's salon last time. She stopped the movement of its tail in a decent manner, straightened its chest, and barked seriously toward the door.
"I never noticed before that our little beauty is much more elegant than before."
Earl Hall walked in from the corner of the glass greenhouse, his beautiful mustache trembled at Susie, and he smiled and made a joke.
"Dad, Susie has always been more graceful than those rough hounds of yours."
Audrey, who was lying on the wicker chair just now, stood up and gracefully saluted in the direction where the Earl was standing.
"So they can only be hounds, not little beauties accompanying Backlund's most beautiful gem." Earl Hall nodded along with his youngest daughter's words, and at the same time, he placed his two unceremonious hands flat in front of him,
The tone of voice was deliberately prolonged.
"Let me guess, our Miss Gemstone saluted me. She should need my help again?"
Audrey did not hide it, and answered with bright eyes:
"I plan to go see the Russell Memorial Exhibition."
If possible, I plan to take Susie with me...she added in her mind.
Um?
Earl Hall's smile was visibly weakened. He pondered for a moment and said with some embarrassment:
"I have some sad news for you. There was a slight problem with the Russell Memorial Exhibition today."
"Why?"
As an excellent "audience", Audrey read a trace of real solemnity from her father's face.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that there are some people who like occultism like you, and they want to take action on various documents there."
After thinking that it was not a big deal after all, Earl Hall chose to confess the truth to his daughter.
Is there a wild Beyonder who wants to steal Emperor Russell's diary?
Audrey found out the other meaning of her father's words without much effort, and her beautiful eyebrows knitted together slightly.
If this is the case, the mechanical heart will definitely increase the security of the diary...
She immediately thought of those official Beyonders whose names she had only heard of.
Although with her status, as long as her father is willing to help, she can see the original text of Emperor Russell's diary, but she may also encounter dangerous people who also covet them.
Seeing that his little princess frowned, Earl Hall, who was still a little confused at first, gave up and thought for a moment and came up with his own solution.
"I heard that the children of the Morris family are also very interested in occultism. Two honorary directors of the Kingdom Antiquities Preservation Society suggested that the Kingdom Museum should be happy to receive you after closing."
Moreover, Maurice's son, like his little princess, was a low-sequence Beyonder, and they might have a common language... He silently completed the rest in his mind.
"Thank you so much, handsome earl."
The milky white lace gauze skirt was gently lifted up, and Audrey saluted her father again with a smile on her face.
"You are such a wise gentleman."
"No, you should praise me as a gentleman with capital." Seemingly infected by his little daughter's sweet smile, Earl Hall also made a rare joke full of "realistic meaning."
Susie, who unknowingly resumed her squatting position on the ground, looked at the father and daughter, her round eyes darting around.
What are they talking about?
Woof!
...
In Minsk No. 17, illusory black threads swayed gently. Klein looked at these slender black threads scattered only in the corners of the room. With a flick of his finger, the fallen gold coins lay firmly in the palm of his hand, facing forward.
superior.
After Mechanical Heart signed the "notarial certificate", he did not arrange for additional team members to monitor him.
He nodded with satisfaction, put the coat containing most of the extraordinary items, including but not limited to the magician's paper man, as well as the destiny charm, Mr. A's badge, Azik's copper whistle and other special items on his arms, and skillfully
He walked into the bathroom, locked the wooden door with his hands behind his back, and walked four steps backward to climb onto the gray mist.
The figure at the top of the long bronze table solidified after flashing in deep red. Klein looked at the majestic gray fog in front of him. After realizing that there was no half-length figure of his own, he pursed his lips slightly, took out paper and pen, and wrote.
Divination sentences.
"The bookmark tucked into Russell's creative manuscript today is the card of blasphemy created by Russell."