"From yesterday to now, it seems that His Majesty has not held a meeting for a whole day." Cumberland, who was invited to attend the official dinner, took a sip of the wine in the glass, frowned and said to Emerson: "Bah, the taste of this wine
It’s like swill!”
While flipping through the official list, Emerson joked: "Your Majesty may have some urgent matters that need to be dealt with... You have never been so picky about food before. When you conquered the barbarian clans, the rain mixed with mud, you
Aren’t you still drinking happily?”
Cumberland put down his wine glass and looked at the actors on the stage in the distance who were performing Orto's March to the East. He shook his head and said: "Look at this poor acting, look at these fancy costumes, not to mention those inexplicable things."
The soundtrack! The performances of these guys did not express even one ten thousandth of the tragedy of the war epic. You don’t know, a few days ago, I watched the history of the siege of Samurai, that scene, that
The atmosphere, and the music, was just..."
Emerson interrupted his old friend: "You can't expect a bunch of actors to perform real history. Besides, you never cared about this kind of entertainment in the past."
Cumberland sighed, spread his hands and said: "As the saying goes, good times will always make people slack off. What's more, I'm used to drinking the wine of heaven and seeing too much historical truth. Let me be exposed to these things again. It's really
It’s a bit hard to accept.”
Emerson closed the book in his hand: "Let's change the topic. Regarding the kingdom of heaven we discussed in the past, what do you think now?"
"Don't you think about questioning the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven again?" Cumberland's face turned red and he blew his beard: "Look at the things inside - mirrors that can reproduce history, pictures that reveal destiny, and
Those countless machines that have no idea what they do. Have you ever seen anything similar in the Bible?!"
"I'm not questioning the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven. I'm just helping you clarify the relationship between Your Majesty and the Heavenly Father." Emerson pointed to the cross on the old knight's chest: "As you just said, in the Kingdom of Heaven,
The things that appeared have not been mentioned in any church scripture. From a logical point of view, everything in the kingdom of heaven cannot be fabricated or imagined, and must be real, so..."
Seeing the old knight still looking confused, Emerson patted his head angrily: "There is a contradiction here. People think that the Son is the apostle of the Father, but this apostle
The things they brought are incompatible with the things of the Church of Heavenly Father and the Most Orthodox Church, and there is no connection at all. In fact, these things are far more real and reliable than those grand visions in the scriptures...
…”
Cumberland took a breath when he heard this: "What do you mean?!"
"Think about it carefully, think about what kind of existence our Majesty is." Emerson left the old knight who was lost in his thoughts, looked at the theater stage, took a sip of red wine, and then spit it on the ground: "You said
That’s right, this wine is really fucking awful!”
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Twilight City Craftsmen Guild, Aidencome's secret workshop.
Old Aiden picked up a musket that he had just imitated, weighed it in his hand, and said with a grimace: "The weight of this thing is almost as heavy as a hammer."
One apprentice suggested: "Teacher, why don't you give it a try now?"
Old Aiden nodded, and while recalling Todd's instructions, he said: "Bring the experimental equipment, pay attention to the sealed chamber, and when shooting, use remote ignition, no one is allowed to stand next to it!"
Finding a remote suburb of the city, Old Aiden directed the apprentices to start preparations for testing the gun.
The musket was fixed on the wooden frame and pointed at a wooden target ten meters away.
An assistant, carrying a 15-meter-long wooden pole with a piece of burning guncotton tied to the head, carefully stretched it towards the firing port of the musket.
Old Aiden and the others squatted behind a mound, stretching their heads to look at what was happening in front of them.
boom!
The sound of gunpowder exploding was deafening.
After the smoke passed, old Aiden hurried to the testing site and took a closer look. The results of the test made his heart freeze.
The powerful recoil knocked the musket from its wooden frame to the ground. Some gunpowder was ignited and sprayed out from the breech, burning the wood and grass.
The wooden target that was the target of the attack was intact, and the lead bullets that came out of the barrel had already flown to nowhere.
Old Aiden tugged at his beard with a depressed look on his face. He could already imagine in his mind how this kind of weapon would perform on the battlefield.
A gunman raised the musket and pointed it at an enemy ten meters away.
The fire ignited the gunpowder, and after a loud bang, the gunman and the enemy fell to the ground at the same time.
The huge recoil of the musket caused the user's arm to be dislocated or even broken, and the gunpowder splashed backward burned his skin and even his eyes.
As for the enemy, they were frightened to the ground by the loud sound and the smoke. After touching their bodies and confirming that they were unharmed, they soon became angry and continued to attack.
Looking at his assistant, holding the slightly deformed pistol wrapped in cloth in front of his eyes, old Aiden touched his forehead with his hand, shook his head helplessly and said: "There is still a long way to go..."
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Twilight West City, Liliel Clothing Store.
This is a new store that has only been established for more than three months, but its popularity is already second to none in the entire Yuexi Plain.
A four-wheel carriage with elegant decoration and simple style stopped in front of the clothing store.
An elderly man wearing a butler's dress stepped down from the driver's seat. He walked with steady steps to the door of the carriage, opened the door and said softly inside: "Countess Charlotte, we are here."
A silk white glove appeared in people's sight. The butler quickly bent down, looked at the ground, and helped the passengers in the carriage to the street.
An aristocratic woman who looked to be only in her mid-twenties was followed by her maid. The former slowly opened the folding fan in her hand and covered the lower half of her face. There was a smile in the corner of her eyes while looking at the sign above her head.
He whispered: "This is it."
Pushing open the colorful pivot door, the first thing that greets the guests is a spacious front hall, which is crowded with artists and connoisseurs who come here for the fame. The purpose of their coming here is obviously not to buy clothes, but to buy clothes.
Those paintings hanging on the walls and display cases.
Charlotte looked at a portrait placed at the door and stopped in surprise. This painting, whether in color, composition or technique, was completely different from the painting schools in the world today.
Covering her small mouth with a folding fan, Charlotte asked the housekeeper: "This...is a clothing store, right?"
The latter replied somewhat uncertainly: "Probably so."
The closer she looked inside, the more surprised Charlotte was: "Could it be that all the paintings here are fakes?"
"I'm afraid not. I have never seen these works in collectors and exchanges." The housekeeper said in a slightly intoxicated tone while looking at the paintings: "These are all genuine works, and they should all be made by masters.
Hand!"
Charlotte's eyes widened: "You mean, there are many unpublished works by masters here?!"
The housekeeper nodded first and then shook his head: "The works here are indeed made by masters, but they are a bit strange. No one has ever tried some of the painting styles and techniques..."
Seeing more and more people in the front hall, the Countess took her housekeeper and maid and continued to move forward. To her surprise, the entrance to the next hall was guarded by several bodyguards and a servant.
female.
The maid faced Charlotte and her entourage, first made a respectful good-day salute, and then said with a smile: "Dear guest, hello. Only ladies can enter the back room. Gentlemen, please wait outside the door for a moment."
"Ha! Only women can enter! This is really interesting!" Charlotte smiled and patted the butler's shoulder with a folding fan, then led the maid through the hallway and walked into a hall that was several times wider than the front hall.
What you see in front of you completely subverts the concept of a traditional clothing store. Rows and rows of clothes, shoes, hats, and leather bags are hung in different hanging cabinets according to styles, sizes, and colors. Beautifully decorated bronze mirrors are placed everywhere for guests.
Trial use.
Charlotte looked around. In front of the counter of each type of product, there was a maid responsible for reception. Female guests came in small groups, filling the entire hall, and they shuttled to the counters of their respective interests.
Ask before asking for a price comparison. Judging from the clothing and appearance, some women are from the Holy City in the East, some are wearing robes from the Southern Empire, and some women, looking at their tall figures and deep facial features, are obviously from the North.
Island or barbarian country.
The countess's maid was startled by the surging crowd in front of her, and said to herself: "There are almost five hundred people here..."
Charlotte saw a familiar figure in the crowd, smiled and waved and shouted: "Cathy! Cathy! I'm here!"