Chapter 45 Roselle Exhibition

Chapter 45 Roselle Exhibition

Chapter 45 Roselle Exhibition

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Kingdom Museum, 2 King's Road, West End.

Because of the Roselle Memorial Exhibition, even though it was not the weekend, when Klein arrived, there was already a long line at the door.

Based on the descriptions in newspapers and magazines, he knew that the middle class in this world had fewer ways to entertain themselves. Apart from reading newspapers, novels, listening to operas and concerts, playing tennis and squash, appreciating various dramas, and holding or attending banquets and dances, the only three options left were visiting parks, visiting exhibitions, and going on vacation. Due to the influence of Emperor Roselle, annual leave had become a relatively common phenomenon among this class.

At exactly nine o'clock, Klein, wearing a half-high silk hat, a black cane, and a double-breasted tweed frock coat, took his ticket and followed the people in front of him, step by step, into the museum.

There is a diversion here, with different tour guides leading a group of visitors to different passages.

Klein and a dozen or so people followed a beautiful woman, listening to her introduction of Roselle's life.

This meant nothing to Klein, who was a half-historian, so he idly checked the location of the wallet and then looked around idly. Then, he saw a very familiar figure in the crowded exhibition hall.

“Mr. Edward!” Seeing that the other party had noticed him, Klein took two steps forward and greeted him, “Are you here to see the memorial exhibition as well?”

"Yes, what a coincidence. If I had known you were coming, I should have invited you in advance." Edward responded in his usual calm voice. "This is the first time that Loen has held such a comprehensive and large-scale exhibition. I want to see how much they have managed to grab after Roselle's death."

"..." Klein's mouth twitched and he changed the subject, "Have you been living in Intis before?"

"I used to live in the South Continent after Roselle died. I developed some industries there and made some investments. Every year I had a lot of money to cover my daily expenses." Edward did not feel bored and answered patiently one by one. "You know, staying in this world for 1,400 years is very boring. I often go out to travel or explore. I have been to almost all the places I can go. I came to Loen to settle down about 40 years ago. I haven't been out for a long time for a long time."

"So that's how it is..." Klein nodded repeatedly. If he also had the power of an angel, was immortal and didn't have so much hatred and worries, then traveling around would be a very ideal life. But his ultimate goal had never changed. Although he was slightly tempted by what he heard, he only thought about it for a moment and was not prepared to really try it.

The two chatted leisurely, using the tour guide's voice as background noise, and slowly followed the crowd to the next exhibition hall.

After the "Daily Exhibition Hall" were the original manuscripts of important documents issued by Roselle, including the "Civil Code" and other valuable historical relics. As the female guide gave an enthusiastic and slightly cheesy explanation, everyone's attention followed her finger and looked at the glass display case next to it. Klein's eyes also turned to the notebook spread out in the display case, which was in simplified Chinese that he was extremely familiar with:
"Damn, the food here is making me constipated!"

"March 17th, are all the ladies of Intis so open? Was it me who slept with her, or was it she who slept with me? It feels a little weird."

"On March 22, it's time to choose a faith. On one side is the Church of the Eternal Sun, and on the other side is the Church of the Craftsmen."

"My choice is without a doubt. Praise you, God of All Things!"

"One day, I will change the name of the Artisan Church to the Mechanicus."

I feel embarrassed for others again... I saw Edward Vaughn next to me also saw these words from the corner of my eye. Klein almost wanted to smash the display case and burn the diary. It's really romantic... romantic constipation... This should be the diary of Emperor Roselle in his early days of time travel. There is no valuable information... and his handwriting is uglier than mine... Klein's scalp was numb and his toes were digging the ground. He complained repeatedly in his heart.

"…Don't worry about it. I've seen this kind of thing many times."

Edward had a sympathetic expression on his face, similar to that of someone with a mental disability. He patted Klein's shoulder considerately and motioned for him to look at something else. "He copied several recipes for me, from plain pastry to pastries, but he himself couldn't cook at all. He would come to my house for a meal whenever he got the chance. More than a hundred years ago, Intis paid special attention to food. There was even a saying - the king and his ministers discussed political affairs at the dining table and in the kitchen."

The female guide continued to explain in an admiring tone: "This is the music composed by Emperor Roselle himself, this is his unfinished opera script, this is his music manuscript and the musical instrument he invented..."

Klein saw Edward's expression suddenly twisted.

A few seconds later, the former earl, whose work was plagiarized by his boss, exhaled fiercely: "I will play Ode to Joy on his grave."

Klein: Forget it, senior. Forget it.

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"This is a love letter from Emperor Roselle. This is the first love poem he wrote: When you are old..."

"This is a bracelet he made himself, this is a manuscript he created, this is a small game he invented for his children, similar to Intis chess... This is a building block toy he invented, also for his children..."

Klein was numb.

There is nothing along the way that does not require copyright fees.

Edward was very interested in these things, and he would stop and look at them for a few seconds from time to time. He glanced over and found a woman over 1.7 meters tall standing in front of the glass display case. The lady had long chestnut hair that reached her waist, and a very good figure, neither fat nor thin. She was wearing a girlish yellow cake dress, but an old-fashioned black soft hat on her head, with fine tulle hanging down, covering her face.

She stood in front of the display case, staring at the items inside, and did not leave for a long time.

Edward explained to Klein: "This is Roselle's eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustave." "Oh." Klein shifted his gaze away from the lady. It turned out that she was Roselle's... wait wait, what was Roselle's?
The chestnut-haired lady—Bernadette Gustave—slowly turned her head and looked at Edward Vaughn. Her eyes swept over Klein, and the latter immediately felt a strong spiritual warning: Emperor Roselle's daughter is actually a very powerful Beyonder! To be able to live from that era to the present, she must be at least a demigod-level strongman, otherwise it would be impossible for her to still look so young after more than a hundred years... Klein's blood boiled, his face flushed, and he took several steps back before regaining consciousness.

“Sir, are you okay?” The female guide noticed Klein’s abnormality and walked over to ask with concern.

Klein didn't want to get involved in the tit-for-tat between the two high-sequence members. Moreover, he had his own purpose of finding the Blasphemous Card. He could use this opportunity to separate from Edward and investigate on his own. So he quickly said to the female guide, "Yes, yes, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. Where is the bathroom?" His ugly expression was very convincing. After the female guide pointed out the route, Klein left here quickly.

Bernadette's eyes had long been on Edward. She did not show much vigilance and looked quite natural.

"I thought you had forgotten my face a long time ago." She said lightly, looking for an opportunity to end the topic. "If you stop me now just because you are bored, then I will leave."

"How could I forget your face, Your Highness?" Edward smiled. "On the day when our country was destroyed and our family was ruined, the fear, hatred and despair you showed were so sweet that I simply couldn't bear to kill you."

Can't be provoked by his provocation... Bernadette took a deep breath, exhaled, angry and relieved at the same time: the other party still had no interest in her. Surviving because of the contempt of a powerful enemy was a very shameful thing, and Bernadette's pride made her swallow this shame - the gap between their power was too big, the cause of death of her father in his later years and the information after his death had not been investigated clearly, and she could not and did not have the capital to turn against the Abyss Angel. Therefore, she rationally took advantage of the other party's indifference and went to the remote and chaotic sea, slowly developing her own power.

"As expected of a demon, you are still feeding on the pain of others."

Bernadette estimated in her mind how long it would take to end this unpleasant encounter, and tried to keep her voice steady, as if she didn't care about anything: "If you have nothing to say, then I'll take my leave."

After that, Bernadette walked away without looking back. Unexpectedly, Edward did not stop her. But when she walked two or three meters, she heard a very light voice:

"Is this how you treat your elders? You are still as hopeless as you were a hundred and twenty years ago, Bernadette. If you keep going like this, you will never be able to avenge Him."

“…” Bernadette clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, trying hard not to show any expression. She even recited the formula of the “Secret Peeper” pathway in her mind to divert her attention. However, even so, the devil’s words still persisted in her ears.

"Poor lovely Bernadette, why are you so hostile to me? I won't kill you." The pity in the demon's voice sounded very real and sincere. Bernadette always felt that He had a talent as an actor, and could act out all falsehoods as if they were the truth. "If your mother didn't want to, you should even call me godfather. Since you are still investigating Roselle's affairs, I can give you some information."

"unnecessary."

Bernadette said firmly.

Edward was not angry: "I heard that you established an organization on the sea to fight against the hidden sage and look for clues about Roselle's life."

"Haven't you had enough of playing house yet?"

"I won't change my mind, so don't waste your breath."

"I know you hate me deeply because you think it's me who made your respectable father become cruel and ruthless, and further away from the people he wanted to protect. Hehe, this is exactly what he wanted."

At this point, the devil sighed in pretense, "But is there a possibility? I mean maybe, your father is actually a natural tyrant who doesn't take human life seriously. I just handed him the knife, and it was the great emperor himself who decided to wield the knife against his subjects? Maybe he has been deceiving you all along, hoping that his good daughter can think that he is a good person? It's really pitiful that you still believe in his kindness until now."

Bernadette could hardly bear it any longer. She had always known that she must never believe even a single word the devil said. As long as she agreed with the other party's words in her heart, there would be an opportunity for him to take advantage of her. She didn't think she could pay a price high enough to redeem her soul or her life.

But these words lingered in her ears like a maggot, tempting her to think carefully and face the painful truth.

So she quickened her pace, blocked her hearing, and left the exhibition hall as quickly as possible. People along the way avoided her.

"You are such a good daughter to your father."

Edward watched her disappear from His sight with almost panicked steps, and sighed half regretfully and half hypocritically:
"I have never told a lie."

"It's a pity that no one believes me."

TBC
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This is Roselle's poem, this is Roselle's diary, this is Roselle's manuscript, this is Roselle's daughter.

Russell's exhibition includes his daughter, fellow villagers, and "friends", except for Russell himself.

(End of this chapter)