Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

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Click, click.

Polish the pen body, fix the copper ring, install the groove and spring for the refill, screw on the pen head, and install the plastic button at the end of the pen... He sat on one of his branches and assembled it silently. A ballpoint pen of ordinary style with a transparent pen barrel gradually appeared in his palm.

"What are you doing?" Amon adjusted his monocle. He was wearing an old-fashioned work uniform worn by Loen government typists, and was hanging upside down in front of Him by his ankles, with their eyes level.

"Exploring history." The decadent king answered him calmly.

"History? What kind of history?"

"It's a very ancient history." Typist Amon is the most capable and well-behaved one among all Amon's collections. He is more patient with individuals who are curious and not so annoying. This is due to His characteristics as a "guide". So the Decayed King explained, "This is an ancient history that is older than the time you were born, older than your father's invincibility on earth, and long before Fregola, Graygari and the others were born."

Typist Amon has little interest in learning history, but that doesn't stop him from being curious about what happened: "What did you see from a pen?"

“It’s more than that.”

"Where did this pen come from?"

"Took it from someone else's memory."

The Decayed King held up the restored pen and examined it for a moment: "…This pen was produced in 2019. It is a Japanese brand, Pilot's juice pen, black. The information that can be retrieved is very vague. If I really touch this pen, I can read more information."

"It is produced in Japan, the spring comes from Russia, and the plastic of the pen barrel is made in the United States. The packaging is in Japan, the wrapping paper is printed in China and then shipped to Japan for packaging. It is imported by air and placed on a shelf in a stationery store at the entrance of a high school. It is the second pen in the fifth box on the third floor of the imported brand from left to right, priced at 7.5 yuan... It was also purchased by a Chinese student. He brought it to the UK and was admitted to the college where Edward Vaughan was. When "He" woke up, the student was using this pen to do his homework."

“This is the history that this pen carries,” He said.

Basically, they were all words I had never heard of. It seemed like I understood them, but it also seemed like I didn't understand them at all. Typist Amon reached out to adjust the sliding lens and asked the question that interested him the most: "I seem to have heard of the word Russia before. What is it? The name of a city?"

The Decayed King was not surprised: "Isn't this what you heard from your father? Russia is a country, perhaps His homeland."

Typist Amon fell into deep thought. He pondered the relationship between this "older history" and his "hometown", and then he seemed to have a vague idea: "I have never seen such a pen. The ancient history has not been passed down? Because it was destroyed? Is it related to the awakening of "Him"? "

"That's not what you need to know."

The decadent king loosened his grip, and the pen made of memory turned into ashes as it fell. “You have to answer my question now.”

"What is it?"

"Do you know a plant called banyan tree?" the decadent king asked him. "It belongs to the genus Ficus, angiosperms, dicots, Urticales, Moraceae, and is a large tree."

Typist Amon recalled and spread his hands: "I have never heard of this plant. Is it an extinct extraordinary plant?"

The decadent king did not answer his doubts, and asked again: "What do you see me like?"

"..." Amon touched his monocle and his eye sockets again, and answered in a relaxed tone, "You - the you who are talking to me are a protruding part of a huge tree trunk covered with tumors, like a product of many layers of vines superimposed on each other, without a head, and with a total of 140 tentacles extending out. You just assembled a pen with your tentacles and branches. When assembling, thirteen eyes on your trunk were looking at me, twenty-eight were looking at the pen, and nine were watching the paranoid."

The virtual personality Adam, who was silent in the layers of restraints, suddenly looked up, looked at Amon, then looked at the Outer God, and slowly frowned.

"You're right."

The Decayed King reached out and pushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. He glanced at Adam, then turned to Amon and said:

"I finally confirmed that Adam is the ancient sun god."

Amon's eyes narrowed. He digested this information without looking at Adam: "...Why do you say that?"

"Because I chose the concept closest to me on Earth as the foundation for the simulation, which is the banyan tree." The Decayed King replied, "This plant does not exist on Earth now, and people who don't know what a banyan tree is cannot correctly recognize the image I simulated."

"What you saw was the real me. And He saw the humanoid image I simulated."

——The above is a conversation that took place one hundred years ago.

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How boring, I thought.

I could see the open manuscript, and I could see the blasphemous card tucked in between, disguised as a bookmark.

Because I watched Russell put it in.

For more than a hundred years, the people of the Steam Church still haven't discovered it, and it is still restricted here and cannot be spread out. This thing is almost contrary to Roselle's original intention when he made it, which was to create chaos in the world.

To be honest, this study has been restored very well, exactly as it was in the past. Children would run on the stairs, and servants in the study would lower their eyes and wait for the requests of the master and the little masters. There were several connected cabinets on the second floor that stored the children's paintings, and half-used paints were also collected. Roselle tried to develop crayons, but the scope was limited to the palace, and the methods and usage habits were not spread. He also tried to make a mobile phone model, but he couldn't find a suitable screen material. When others saw what he made, he could only awkwardly explain it as a new palace mirror...

There's a high chance that Klein won't come over. Bernadette is still so direct in greeting me... It's boring to stay here. Let's go somewhere else. I turned around and headed for another exhibition hall.

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Klein meditated quietly in the bathroom, waiting for his spirit to calm down, and went to the gray fog to do a divination.

"That woman will be bad for me."

Repeatedly, the pendulum rotated counterclockwise, indicating that he would not be harmed by Bernadette. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and decided to stay a little further away from the angel fellow next time. When gods fight, mortals suffer. Being looked at by a demigod is not something that everyone can bear. Besides, Bernadette Gustave really just looked at him. What if the next person is not so well-mannered and directly throws an extraordinary ability at him? Even if the fellow has a change of heart and protects him, he will definitely lose half his life by chance.

A few minutes later, Klein decided to keep a little distance from Edward Vaughn and left the bathroom. He returned to the exhibition hall "Warm Roselle" that he had not had time to see just now. Only then did Klein have the opportunity to take a serious look at the study where Emperor Roselle once lived. In order to restore the scene and increase the atmosphere, there were no gas lamps installed here, only the light of the chandelier. In the middle of the rows of bookshelves were desks, chairs, brass lamp stands, etc. They were all covered with glass and not in contact with the outside world. Klein took a look and found a stack of yellowed manuscripts. The manuscripts were not spread out, and only the contents of the first page could be seen.

It depicts a rectangular object with a detailed description: "This is a portable and miniaturized application of the telegraph. It can be used to connect to people holding the same object, send and receive messages that they want to exchange, or even talk directly. This requires better positioning. I think we can boldly look to the sky, where there are no obstacles and the signal can be better transmitted."

……

Emperor, you didn’t even let go of your cell phone… Klein couldn’t help but cover his face with his hands.

At this time, the guide introduced the stack of manuscripts: "…They record the wonderful ideas of Emperor Roselle, the inventions he had not yet realized, and the glory of human civilization!"

Klein didn't pay close attention to the flattering words, and casually looked at other things. Suddenly, he found a bookmark in a hardcover book on the table. The exposed part of the bookmark depicted an image that looked like a child's random scribbles.

Emperor Roselle is not good at drawing... Klein just laughed in his heart when he suddenly remembered something: Roselle once disguised a "blasphemy card" as a bookmark and put it in a book!
Could it be this one? Klein observed it carefully for a few seconds without noticing anything, but found no clues.

Russell mentioned in his diary that he wanted to put the "blasphemous card" inside a very valuable book, so that no one would think that the most valuable thing in the book was actually an inconspicuous bookmark... Well, which of these books is very valuable? Klein recalled the details of the diary and used them to eliminate them.

"Glorious Times", unlike...

The History of the Kingdom of Intis is not like...

"Geography of the Northern Continent", this is possible, but not very likely...

"The Principles of Improvement in Steam Machinery", ibid....

Klein scanned them one by one, and his eyes suddenly stopped on the first stack of manuscripts he saw.

It recorded the things on Earth that Roselle wanted to invent but didn't have the conditions to invent. There was also a bookmark in the manuscript, which depicted Roselle wearing the emperor's clothes.

Plagiarism, no, creative manuscript... This should be a very valuable book, right? Combined with the bookmarks in it, it is indeed very likely!

He activated his clairvoyance and found nothing unusual, so he had a clue in his mind: the Steam Church probably couldn't tell Roselle's "blasphemous card" through clairvoyance, and Roselle must have used some method to make people believe that he had given away all the "blasphemous cards"... For all the possible reasons, plus the fact that more than a hundred years had passed, no one in the Steam Church should have thought that there would be a slippery fish hiding under their noses.

"Let's go back to the gray fog and do some divination to verify my analysis."

"If I go to all this trouble and end up stealing just an ordinary bookmark, I might as well go back to my grave!"

It would be nice if I could find a chance to verify it... Who should I entrust? Miss Fors? Although her "apprentice" path ability can pass through walls, she is only Sequence 9, which is too dangerous... Miss Xiu? No, she is not suitable for this at all, even less suitable than Miss Fors. She might be caught on the spot, and it would be exposed that someone is trying to take Roselle's bookmark... Miss Sharon? No, although she is suitable, she is too strong. I don't have a strong relationship with her. Moreover, in front of such an important item that is enough for real companions to fight and snatch, I still don't trust her now...

Klein's thoughts turned, and finally he locked on a target.

………………

In Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey sat in front of the dressing table, thinking about how to read and memorize Russell's diary in the evening. Suddenly, her surroundings became hazy, and an endless gray mist emerged.

In the center of the gray fog, the figure of The Fool stood high, listening to a man who was too blurry to be seen clearly praying:
“… pray for certain help;”

“Please help me get access to the bookmark in Russell’s creative manuscript;”

……

How did Mr. Fool know that I would visit the Roselle Memorial Exhibition after the museum closed today and have the opportunity to come into contact with some things... Audrey listened in a daze. Although she was surprised, she didn't find it strange: with Mr. Fool's status and ability, it would be easy for him to master such a small thing!
All I heard was the Fool speaking in a low and calm voice:

"You can choose to accept this commission, or not."

Hmm... Audrey hesitated for two seconds and said, "Dear Mr. Fool, I can give it a try, but I can't guarantee success."

She was not actually too interested in the minimum reward of 500 pounds. She accepted this task because she was curious about what was so special about the bookmark left by Emperor Roselle that made Mr. Fool’s followers value it so much that they offered an unlimited price.

Anyway, I was going to look through Roselle's diary today, so it's a good opportunity to do this... Audrey thought.

Klein the Fool in the gray fog nodded slightly and replied with one word: "Okay."

When the illusion completely disappeared, Audrey cast her eyes towards the dressing mirror. She felt nervous and uneasy, yet excited as she began to plan her actions for the evening: she must not be noticed!
TBC
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*In order to minimize rejection, the Decayed King used the concept of the "Banyan Tree" plant that once existed on Earth as a foundation to simulate a human-like image for himself. However, this image can only be correctly recognized by those who know the "Banyan Tree", and the Banyan Tree has long been extinct. In other words, the only people on Earth who can see His human-like image are the survivors of the old days. Everyone else will see His true form and then go crazy and lose control.

*It's extinct, but there's no choice. As long as we educate others about this plant, they won't make the mistake.

*The banyan tree and the fallen king have the same attribute: “a single tree can form a forest.”

*In this article (and the following articles), the fallen king still moves in the image of a human, with hands, feet, face and the appearance of a human, because you readers also know the old survivors of the banyan tree★

*The inspiration comes from the portrait of Abigail in swimsuit. In the first stage, she looks like a priestess of the K-type, but in the final stage (because the san value is completely lost), you will see the normal cute little girl Abigail, and the two indescribable creatures beside her will also turn into two kittens.

(End of this chapter)