At six o'clock in the evening, the sun has slipped to the edge of the sky, and its rich orange-red color shines on the surface of the pale yellow "ocean" composed of clouds of dust and particles. The eyeless and mouthless industrial extensions are eyeing the side of Backlund, and from high altitude
Looking down, the entire city is clearly divided into two parts. The one with bright lights is the capital of all cities, and the one with low clouds and mist is the heart of industry.
The luxurious carriage parked neatly on one side of the street, its fluffy skirts mixed in with the uniform swallowtails. When the commentator guarding the gate of the Kingdom Museum saw these distinguished guests, a smile immediately appeared on his tired and gloomy face.
"Mr. Morris, Miss Audrey..."
He only knew the children of the two largest investors in his museum, and knew nothing about the young nobles behind them, so he could only bow respectfully.
Fortunately, everyone today is focused on Russell's wonderful inventions and romantic legacy. The behavior of this little commentator did not offend any young master or young lady. It is also possible that everyone present is a powerful noble.
, and the so-called nobles should abide by their due decency, and naturally they would not condescend to cause trouble for a small person.
"Is this the famous saying of Emperor Russell?"
Different from the "incognito private visit" this morning, Victor suddenly received a request from his father in the afternoon and was ordered to accompany other nobles to visit the commemorative exhibition. Victor was dressed in a dark blue formal suit, with a monocle set in a silver frame hanging in his chest pocket.
, two strands of blond hair naturally hang down from his forehead, adding a bit of youthful vigor to this handsome young man.
"Yes, this is an excerpt from a letter written by Emperor Russell to a close friend. It is hailed as the pinnacle of nostalgic poetry."
Seeing that the eldest son of the Morris family took the initiative to ask him, the commentator holding a colorful flag took the initiative to add the story behind this sentence.
In fact, it's not that Victor doesn't know the origin of this sentence, he just thinks that this kind of friendly expression will better disguise himself.
The other young nobles behind him were also attracted by this love story. Victor raised a slight smile, looked at Audrey Hall, the only one among them who did not look intoxicated, and took the initiative to talk to her.
"It seems that you are also a Russell fan?"
"Why do you say that?"
Audrey responded with a polite smile, suppressing the alienation unique to the "audience" in her eyes, and quietly moved closer.
"After all, you are not as interested in these stories as the other ladies. You are just listening to a story that seems to have been heard many times. I thought you must have heard it a long time ago."
Victor shook his head slightly, then looked away, and listened with interest to the narrator's passionate love story about Emperor Coproser.
Did he notice that I just focused on the performance of Grelint and Silaya rather than the story itself?
Looking at the young man in front of her, whose family worked closely with her but whom she was not very familiar with, Audrey felt a little wary.
Of course, it is also possible that the other person is just like some previous men, just trying to play hard to get to attract her attention.
After all, this is what the former Third Prince did.
Huh... I wonder how many diaries there will be here written by Emperor Russell... Audrey glanced at Victor again with some suspicion, and after realizing that the other party was no longer paying attention to her, she turned around
He looked at the entrances of several exhibition halls, looking for the most likely place to store the diary.
Although she has stepped into the extraordinary, this does not prevent her from treating this visit as just leisure.
At least for now, I am just a somewhat curious Miss Hall... She looked at the exhibition introduction on the glass notice board in the distance, and suddenly she saw the reflection on the notice board flicker.
...
Did that lady just find me?
Wrapped in a shadowy robe and with pale eye sockets, Klein quickly shuttled through the wall, relying on his memory from the morning's visit to make a circuitous approach to the study and exhibition hall.
He didn't expect that there would be people visiting after the museum closed.
Those people look like a group of young nobles?
Alas, judging by how courteous the museum staff are, they should even be able to touch some of the less important exhibits. This is much better than the treatment I received in the morning when I was crowded in a crowd and couldn't see clearly, and finally got involved in extraordinary events.
But this also means that the attention of a considerable number of staff in the museum will be attracted by those nobles, and my actions should be a lot easier... Klein, who was advancing rapidly in the wall, suddenly stopped suddenly, and the shadow
The robe was fluttering in the wind, and his eyes burning with pale flames swept across. With the inspiration of being lifted up by the "substitute", he could keenly feel that there was a sight just now.
This should be the security personnel of the Church of Steam, and I don’t know what inspection method they used... The spirit body surrounded by the cold breath fell instantly and got into the ground.
The location of the study exhibition hall.
The citrine pendant on the wrist floated out of thin air, pointed tremblingly in one direction, and then fell down powerlessly.
Counter divination... Klein looked at the floor above with some solemnity.
In his spiritual vision, he could vaguely see a part of the museum in the distance covered by translucent light and shadow, with thin spirituality swimming on the surface, like an unformed fluid.
It seems that the Church of Steam has indeed put up a very tight guard near Russell's diary. It seems that what happened in the morning has stimulated them.
Separated by the thick wall and soil, Klein could not clearly see whether there was any emotional aura in the translucent barrier, nor could he judge the specific number of guards.
When the spirit body descends, I can directly end my response and return to the gray mist, but in contrast, my ability to withstand attacks will also decrease... And this time I only carry the "substitute", a sealed item.
, there are no redundant attack methods. If you encounter the blockade of the Extraordinary of the Church of Steam, and you don’t even have the ability to break it, you can only end the action early and lose the opportunity to contact the Card of Blasphemy.
Moreover, the sudden appearance of the noble tour group disrupted my plan. If I ignite the bait of preparing a report in advance, it will most likely make the people of the Church of Steam nervous.
This is Backlund, and those nobles don't look like ordinary second-generation people. If there are really one or two descendants of important figures mixed in among them, it is not impossible even for the Archbishop of the Church of Steam to come directly!
Playing through various factors and developments that might lead to failure in his mind, Klein frowned in confusion, two pale flames compressed in the middle of his eye sockets, feeling quite depressed.
Huh... After a brief moment of deep thought, he exhaled slowly, stretched his right hand, and the flowing shadow rolled in the opposite direction, like the sea water at low tide, surrounded by a pure white figure that slowly floated to the palm of his hand.
"destiny!"
The low-pitched ancient Hermetic language was spat out from the mouth of the shadow suspended underground. The flowing twist on the surface of the robe suddenly stopped, and then it reversed crazily in the opposite direction. The irregular Möbius strip was dyed with a layer of silvery white, and then quickly extinguished.
Is this the end?
The pure white talisman returned to the body, and Klein held his hands in front of his eyes, observing the changes in his body.
Laughing to death, no change.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that whether the archbishop arrived or whether the Steam Church was heavily defended was a matter of probability, it would be better to directly increase his luck and minimize the probability of encountering unfavorable situations.
He has the talisman of one of the strongest angels in the "Destiny" path, so it is not easy to temporarily enhance his luck.
But it should have taken effect... Klein recalled the flashing silver and twisted giant wheel just now, and clenched his right hand tightly in front of him. The shadows all over his body suddenly shrank, and merged into it like a real fluid.
The shadows are everywhere underground.
He wants to break through that barrier directly!
...
In the exhibition hall where Russell's diary is stored, the broken glass frame in the middle of the study area has been restored to its original state. However, some corners of the creative manuscript are still stubbornly stained with blood. Even with the use of special seals, it cannot be completely restored.
A security guard stood in front of a special glass display case placed in the corner at the other end of the exhibition hall, looking down at the colorful building blocks, his eyes occasionally passing over the crowded spirit signs in the corresponding steam technology exhibition hall.
Those are the noble young masters and ladies who came to visit...
I really don’t know why the church would allow these nobles to visit during a time like the daytime... He glanced at the other blocks.
It's normal, not a single extraneous object appears.
After this morning's accident, they increased the security around the museum. However, because they had to receive these special guests, they temporarily narrowed the radiation range of the block's blocking ability to the most important areas to prevent false alarms.
"Ender, do you think there will be anyone interested in these diaries?" Another security guard put down the revolver in his hand, "Although today's incident will not be published in the newspaper, sometimes the news about wild extraordinary people is better than ours.
They are also well-informed, especially about this kind of thing. As long as they think about it, all the wild Extraordinary people who are interested in the Roselle Memorial Exhibition will know that someone touched their brows in less than half a day."
The young security member known as Ender was still staring at the changes in the blocks and replied distractedly:
"Who knows, anyway, according to the captain, never underestimate the worship of Russell by those wild Beyonders. In their understanding, as long as they obtain an original copy of the emperor's notes, they can rival the archbishop.
"
Perhaps he thought the joke was too ridiculous, so Ender turned back and smiled contemptuously at his teammates.
"Who says otherwise? Maybe if they tattoo all these characters on their brains, they will really be better than the archbishop..."
Another security guard was still joking about Russell's attention, but found that his teammate who looked back at him had an expression of horror, his mouth wide open, as if he was about to shout out in the next second.
Oops!
He hurriedly took out the alchemy revolver placed aside, and heard the angry questions from his teammates in his ears.
"Who is there?"
...
The brass lamp stand on the desk was empty, and the crystal ceiling on the top of the restored study room shed a broken light. Countless reflections danced on the surface of the glass frame, distorting the character molds on the manuscripts spread out inside.
Under the dim light, the shadow of the brass bookshelf was connected to the shadow cast by the desk itself on the carpet. In the silent exhibition hall, the same dark hand emerged from this narrow shadow little by little.
Under its pull, more black, flowing twisted patterns of shadow ghost bodies squeezed and deformed, flowing into the mid-air inside the glass cover. The pale flames acting as eyes looked smartly towards the distance where the only emotional aura was floating, and the fingers
He touched the bookmark that was sandwiched in the yellowed manuscript, with only half of it exposed.
"Who is there?"
After he had pulled out the bookmark, the security guards who were joking with each other realized that there was an unexpected visitor behind them, and raised their weapons in panic.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Vector's shrill baby cry suddenly echoed through the entire exhibition hall, and the shadow ghost's movement to retract its arms was even slower.
In the distance, the spiritual warning of the security personnel next to the display cabinet of Russell's diary went off instantly, and they looked at the terrifying eyeballs dotted around the shadow ghost in horror.
Looking at the dense blood threads, the deep darkness, and the squirming white insects like hairs, the strange scene shocked their spirits. Ender, who was the first to notice the weirdness, frantically took off the decoration hanging on his chest.
, roared and informed the captain who also held this item.
"Someone broke into the manuscript exhibition hall and study area, suspected to be of medium to high sequence!"
Another security guard pulled the trigger frantically, and bullets shining with golden light dragged the light strips and stabbed into the filth in the distance.
"Thank you for your gift."
In the horrified gazes of the two people, the slow-moving shadow ghost put the cards in front of his face. The corners of his mouth were widely cracked, revealing the blood-red inside, and his hoarse voice was stagnant.
boom!
The golden bullet shattered the glass, and the scattered debris reflected the gazes cast by the eyeballs. The vicious curse was refracted by the mirror. The second before the blazing holy light was about to penetrate the ghost's head, a twisted undercurrent of shadow flowed on the body.
The sudden explosion scattered in the air, and the swaying golden color passed through the dust and flew into the huge eyeball behind him. The shrill cry of the baby was even more ear-piercing. The two security members could no longer hold on, and a trickle of blood flowed from their mouths and noses.
Ender paced forward feebly, his head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and seemed ready to droop at any moment.
But even so, he still used perseverance to aim it firmly at the terrifying thing in front of him, holding the gun and moving slowly step by step.
"What a dedicated guard." A soft but emotionless voice came from behind.
Ender looked back with great effort, but his head felt even heavier. He could only see a pair of black leather boots on the carpet walking past him with steady steps and stopping in front of him.
The screams of the baby gradually disappeared, and the strong stimulation was no longer there. Ander's knees softened and he knelt down straight, but because of the thick carpet, he didn't even make a sound.
Bernadette Gustave, with a solemn face, looked at the young man with a blood-stained face and a miserable appearance in front of her, and her white palms covered his distracted eyes.
winter.
The young security member finally fell down, his stretched features looked like he was fast asleep if he ignored the blood stains.
After another ten seconds, several members of the Digital Mechanical Heart poured into the manuscript exhibition hall. Max, the leader, looked at everything in front of him, his face was gloomy, and his chapped lips could not stop trembling.
"Save people..."
"Captain?" The team member who was also stunned by the sight of two colleagues falling to the ground with blood on their faces and other corners almost intact swallowed their saliva.
"What are you still doing? Save people!"
Max roared violently to his side, his usual smile no longer visible in his trembling eyes.
The members of the Heart of Machinery beside him finally reacted and helped their unconscious companion.
A cold feeling flowed from his hands and feet to the center of his body. Max stood there blankly, covering his face with his palms, and remained silent for a long time.