Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Kingdom Museum, 2 Königsallee, West End.

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

According to the descriptions in newspapers and magazines, he knew that the middle class in this world had few entertainment methods. Apart from reading newspapers, reading novels, listening to opera concerts, playing tennis and squash, enjoying various plays, holding or attending banquets and dances, they only There are only three options left: visiting parks, watching exhibitions, and going on vacation. Due to the influence of Emperor Russell, annual vacations have become a relatively common phenomenon among this class.

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

There is a branch here, and different guides lead some visitors to different passages.

Klein and a dozen or twenty people followed a good-looking woman and listened to her introduction about Russell's life.

This didn't make any sense to Klein, who was half a historian, so he checked the location of the wallet out of boredom, then looked around in boredom, and then he saw a wallet in the crowded exhibition hall. A very familiar figure.

"Mr. Edward!" Seeing that the other party also noticed him, Klein took the initiative to take two steps forward and said hello, "Are you also coming to see the commemorative exhibition?"

"Yes, what a coincidence. If I had known you were coming, I should have invited you in advance." Edward responded with his usual calm voice, "This is the first time that Roen has held such a comprehensive and large-scale exhibition. I I want to see how much stuff they grabbed after Russell died."

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

"It used to be that after Russell's death, I went to live in the Southern Continent. I developed some industries and made some investments there. I received a lot of income every year to support my daily expenses." Edward didn't feel bored either. He answered patiently one by one, "You have to know that staying in this world for fourteen hundred years is very boring. I often travel or explore. I have been to basically all the places I can go. About forty years ago, I just I came to Loen to settle down, and it’s been a long, long time since I’ve been out for a long time.”

"So that's it..." Klein nodded repeatedly. If you also have the power of an angel, are immortal and do not have so much hatred and care, then traveling around will indeed be a very ideal life. But his ultimate goal has never changed. Although he sounded a little moved, he only thought about it for a moment and was not ready to really try it.

The two of them just chatted leisurely, using the commentator's voice as background sound, and slowly followed the crowd to the next exhibition hall.

After the "Daily Exhibition Hall" are the original manuscripts of important documents promulgated by Russell, including the "Civil Code" and other highly valuable historical relics. During the female lecturer's enthusiastic and slightly vulgar explanation, everyone's attention followed her fingers to the glass display cabinet next to her. Klein's eyes also turned to the notebook spread out in the display case, which contained Simplified Chinese that he was extremely familiar with:

"Damn it, the food here is making me constipated!"

"On March 17, were all the wives of Intis so open-minded? Did I fall in love with her, or did she fall in love with me? It always feels a little weird."

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

"There is no doubt about my choice. I praise you, God of all opportunities!"

"One day, I want the Artisan Church to be renamed the Mechanicus."

My habit of being embarrassed for others happened again... From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Edward Vaughn next to me who also saw these words. Klein just wanted to smash the display cabinet and burn the diary. It is indeed very romantic... Romantic constipation... This should be the diary of Emperor Russell in the 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 scratching the ground. I complained in my heart.

"...Don't worry, I've seen this kind of thing too many times."

Edward had an expression of pity on his face that was similar to caring for a mentally retarded person. He patted Klein thoughtfully on the shoulder and motioned for him to read something else: "He copied several cookbooks for me, from Bai'an to West Point, but... He doesn’t know how to cook at all, so he comes to my house to eat when he gets the chance. So much so that more than a hundred years ago, Intis paid special attention to food, and there was a slang saying that kings and ministers discussed political affairs at the dining table and kitchen. .”

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

Klein saw Edward's expression suddenly twist.

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 Russell. This is the first love poem he wrote: When you get 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, and it is also for his children... …”

Klein was already numb.

There is nothing along the way that does not require royalties.

Edward was very interested in these things and stopped to look at them for a few seconds from time to time. He glanced around and found a woman over 1.7 meters tall standing in front of the glass display cabinet. This lady has long chestnut-brown hair that reaches her waist. Her body proportions are very good, neither fat nor thin. She was wearing a girlish yellow cake skirt, but on her head was an old-fashioned black bonnet, with fine gauze hanging down, covering her face.

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

Edward explained to Klein: "This is Russell's eldest daughter, Bernadette Gustave."

"Oh." Klein looked away from the lady. It turned out that she was Russell's...wait, wait, what was Russell's?

The lady with long chestnut hair—Bernadette Gustave—slowly turned her head and looked at Edward Vaughn. Her eyes swept across Klein, who immediately felt extremely powerful. Spiritual warning: The daughter of Emperor Russell is actually a very powerful extraordinary person! To be able to survive from that era to the present, you must be at least a demigod-level strongman, otherwise it would be impossible to still look this young for more than a hundred years... Klein's blood surged, his face turned red, and he took several steps back. Only then did he regain consciousness.

"Sir, are you okay?" The female commentator noticed Klein's strange behavior and stepped forward to ask with concern.

Klein didn't want to get involved in the tit-for-tat confrontation between two high-ranking people, not to mention that he had his own purpose of finding the Blasphemy Card, so he could take 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 face was very convincing. After the female guide pointed out the route, Klein quickly left here.

Bernadette's eyes had long fallen on Edward. She didn't show much vigilance and looked quite natural.

"I thought you had forgotten my face a long time ago." She said calmly, 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 slightly, "On the day when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, the fear, hatred and despair in you were so sweet that I couldn't bear to kill you. "

She couldn't be stimulated by His provocation... Bernadette took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling angry but at the same time slightly relieved: the other party still had no interest in her. It is quite a shame to survive because of the contempt of a powerful enemy, and Bernadette's pride forced her to swallow this shame - the gap in their strength was too great, the cause of her father's death in his later years and the information after his death The investigation has not been clear yet, and she cannot and does not have the capital to fall out with the Angel of the Abyss. Therefore, she very rationally took advantage of the other party's indifference and went to the remote and chaotic sea to slowly develop her own power.

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

Bernadette mentally estimated how long it would take to end this unpleasant encounter, and tried to keep her voice as steady as possible, as if she didn't care about anything: "If I don't have anything to say, then please excuse me."

After that, Bernadette walked away without looking back. To her surprise, Edward didn't stop her. But when she walked two or three meters, a very soft word floated in her ears:

"Is this your attitude towards your elders? You are still the same as you were a hundred and twenty years ago, Bernadette. If this continues, you will never be able to avenge Him."

"..." Bernadette clenched her fists tightly, digging her nails into her flesh, trying not to show any expression, and even recited the recipe for the "Peeper" path in her mind to divert her attention. However, Even so, the devil's words still fell into her ears.

"Poor and lovely Bernadette, why are you so hostile to me? I won't kill you." The regret in the devil's voice sounded very real and sincere. Bernadette had always felt that he was very talented as an actor and could make all falsehoods look like facts. "If your mother hadn't been unwilling, you should have even called me godfather. Since you are still pursuing Russell's matter, , then I can give you some information."

"unnecessary."

Bernadette said decisively.

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

"Haven't you had enough playing house?"

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

"I know you hate me deeply because you feel that I made your respectable father cruel and ruthless, further and further away from the people he wanted to protect. Hum, this is exactly what he wants."

At this point, the devil pretended to sigh: "But is there a possibility, I mean possibility, that your father is actually a born tyrant who doesn't take human life seriously. I just handed him the knife and decided to deal with it." Is it the great emperor himself who wields the sword among his subjects? Perhaps he has been deceiving you all along, hoping that his good daughter will think that he is a good man? How pitiful that you still believe in his kindness until now."

Bernadette almost couldn't bear it anymore. She had always known that she could never believe a word the devil said. As long as she agreed with the other person's words in her heart, there would be an opportunity. She didn't think she could pay enough to redeem her soul. Or the cost of life.

But these words lingered in her ears like maggots attached to her bones, tempting her to think carefully and face those painful truths.

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

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

Edward watched her disappear from his sight with steps that could be regarded as panic, and sighed with half regret and half hypocrisy:

"I've never told a lie."

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

TBC

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This is Russell's poetry, this is Russell's diary, this is Russell's manuscript, this is Russell's daughter.

In Russell’s exhibition there are his daughters, fellow villagers, and “friends”, none more so than Russell himself.