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

129

Click, click.

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

"What are you doing?" Amon adjusted his monocle. He was wearing the very old Loen government typist's standard overalls, and was hung upside down in front of Him by a vine, with their eyes level.

"Exploring history." The Declined King answered him calmly.

"History? What kind of history?"

"A long history." The typist Amon is currently the most savvy and well-behaved of all the Amon collections. He is more patient with individuals who are curious and less annoying. This is because of his role as a "mentor" The characteristics caused trouble, so the Decline King explained, "This is older than the time you were born, older than your father was invincible on the earth, and long before the birth of Fregla and Gray Carrie. history."

Typist Amon has little interest in learning history, but this does not prevent him from wondering what happened: "What did you see from a pen?"

"It's not just that."

“Where did this pen come from?”

"Taken from someone else's memory."

The Declined King raised the restored pen and looked at it for a moment: "...This pen was produced in 2019, a Japanese brand, Baile's juice pen, black. The information that can be retrieved is very vague. If By actually touching the 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. It is packaged in Japan. The wrapping paper is printed in China and then shipped to Japan for packaging. It is imported by air and placed at the door of a high school. On a shelf in a stationery store, there is the second bottle of the imported brand in the fifth box from left to right on the third floor, priced at 7.5 yuan... The person who bought it was also a Chinese student. He brought it to the UK and passed the Edward V.W. In the college where En is located, when "He" woke up, this student was writing homework with this pen. "

“This is the ‘history’ this pen carries. "He said.

Basically, they are all words I have never heard of. It seems that I understand it, but I don't seem to understand it at all. Typist Amon stretched out his hand to adjust the sliding lenses again, picked the question he was most interested in and asked: "I seem to have heard of the word Russia before. What is it? The name of a city?"

The Declined King was not surprised: "You heard this from your father, right? Russia is a country, perhaps his homeland."

Typist Amon was lost in thought. He speculated on the relationship between this "older history" and his "hometown", and then he seemed to vaguely touch on something: "I have never seen this kind of pen. The ancient history has not been handed down? Because it was destroyed? And Is it related to "His" awakening? "

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

The Declined King let go of his hand, and the pen made of memory disappeared into ashes as it fell: "You have to answer my question now."

"What is it?"

"Do you know a plant called the banyan tree?" King Decline asked him, "Angiosperm, Dicotyledon, Urticales, Moraceae, Ficus, large tree plant."

Typist Amon recalled it and spread his hands: "I haven't heard of this plant. Is it an extinct extraordinary plant?"

The Declined King did not answer his doubts and asked again: "Then what do you see me like?"

"..." Amon touched his monocle and his eye socket again, and replied in a very relaxed tone, "You - you who I am talking to are a protruding part of a huge tree trunk covered with sarcoma. , like the product of many layers of vines stacked together, without a head, with a total of one hundred and forty tentacles extending out. You just assembled a pen with your own tentacles and branches. When assembling, the eyes on your torso Thirteen are watching me, twenty-eight are watching the pen, and nine are watching for the bigots.”

Adam, the silent virtual personality in the layers of restraint, suddenly raised his head, looked at Amon, and then at the Outer God, and his eyebrows slowly wrinkled.

"You're right."

The declining king reached out and pushed aside a strand of hair that fell in front of his eyes, glanced at Adam, turned his head and said to Amon:

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

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

“Because I chose the concept closest to me on Earth as the cornerstone of the simulation, which is the ‘banyan tree’. "The Declined King replied, "This kind of plant does not exist on the earth now, and people who don't know what a banyan tree is cannot correctly recognize the image I simulated. "

"What you see is the real me. And He sees my simulated humanoid image."

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

130

How boring. I think.

I could see the open manuscript, and I could also see the blasphemous card disguised as a bookmark sandwiched in the middle.

Because that's what I watched Russell put in.

It has been more than a hundred years, and the people of the Church of Steam still haven't discovered it. It is still restricted here and cannot be spread out. This thing almost goes against Russell's original intention of fearing chaos when he made it.

To be honest, this study has been restored very well, and it is exactly as it was in the past. Children would run on the stairs, and the servants in the study lowered their eyes and waited for the master and the young masters' requests. There are several connected cabinets on the second floor that store children's paintings, and half-used paints are also stored. Russell tried to develop crayons, but the scope was limited to the palace, and the practice and usage habits were not spread. He also tried to make mobile phone models, but could not find suitable screen materials. What he made was only seen by others. It can be embarrassingly explained as a new style palace mirror...

There is a high probability that Klein won't come over. Bernadette's greetings are still so direct... Then it's quite boring to stay here. Let's go somewhere else. I turned around and headed to other exhibition halls.

131

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

"That woman would be bad for me."

Repeat and then, the pendulum rotates counterclockwise significantly, which means that it will not be hurt by Bernadette. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and decided to stay away from his fellow angels next time. When gods fight, mortals suffer, and not everyone can bear the sight of a demigod. What's more, Bernadette Gustave really just glanced at him. What if the next person doesn't have such good self-cultivation and just throws an extraordinary ability at him? Even if the conscience of the fellow villager found out and protected him, he would definitely have lost most of his life if he was lucky enough not to die.

A few minutes later, Klein, who decided to keep a little distance from Edward Vaughn, left the bathroom and returned to the exhibition "Warm Russell" 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 room where Emperor Russell once lived. In order to restore the scene and increase the atmosphere, there was no gas lamp installed here, only the light of the chandelier. Located in the center of the rows of bookshelves are desks, chairs, brass lamp stands and other objects. They are all covered by glass and do not come into contact with the outside world.

Klein took a quick look and found a stack of manuscripts with yellowing paper. The manuscript was not unfolded, 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 machine. It can be used to connect to people holding the same object, send and receive messages that each other wants to exchange, and even make direct calls. It requires better positioning, and I think we can boldly look to the sky, where there are no obstructions, to spread the signal better."

…

Emperor, you didn't even let go of your phone... Klein couldn't help but reach out and cover his face.

At this time, the commentator introduced the stack of manuscripts: "...They record the fantastic ideas of Emperor Russell, the inventions he has not yet had time to turn into reality, and the glory of human civilization! "

Klein didn't listen carefully to the flattering words and casually looked at other things. Suddenly, he found a bookmark hidden in a hard-cover book on the table. The exposed part of the bookmark depicts images like a child's random scribblings.

Emperor Russell is not good at painting... Klein laughed in his heart when he suddenly remembered something: Russell once disguised a "blasphemous card" as a bookmark and sandwiched it in a certain book. In this book!

Could it be this one? Klein observed carefully for a few seconds without any trace, but found no clues.

Russell mentioned in his diary that he wanted to put the "blasphemy card" in a very valuable book, so that no one could imagine that the most valuable thing in the book was actually an inconspicuous card. Bookmarks...well, which of these books is valuable? Klein recalled the details of the diary to rule it out.

"Glory Era" is not like...

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

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

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

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

There are recorded things on earth that Russell wanted to invent but was unable to invent. There is also a bookmark in the manuscript, which depicts Russell wearing the emperor's clothes.

Plagiarism, no, creative manuscript... This must be a very valuable book, right? Combined with the bookmarks included, it’s indeed possible!

He turned on his spiritual vision and found nothing unusual. He was sure in his mind that the Church of Steam could not judge Russell's "blasphemous card" through his spiritual vision, and Russell should have used some method to make people believe it. He sent out all the "blasphemous cards"... For various possible reasons, and with the passage of more than a hundred years, no one in the Church of Steam should think that there is a fish that has slipped through the net hiding under their noses.

"Go back to the gray fog and do some divination to confirm my analysis."

"If after all the effort, the boss steals just an ordinary bookmark, I might as well lie back in the 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 Xio? No, she is not this material at all. She is even more inappropriate than Miss Forth. She might be caught on the spot, thus exposing the fact that someone is plotting Russell's bookmark... Miss Sharon? No, although it is suitable, her strength is too strong. She and I have not established a strong relationship, let alone such an important item that is enough for real companions to fight for and snatch. I still can't trust her...

Klein's mind was spinning, and he finally locked onto a target.

………………

Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey sat in front of the dressing table, thinking about how to read and remember Russell's diary in the evening. Suddenly, her surroundings became hazy, and endless gray-white mist surged out.

In the center of the gray fog, stood the figure of "The Fool". He was listening to the prayer of a man who was so blurry that he couldn't see clearly:

“…Pray for some help;”

"Pray for someone to help me access the bookmark tucked inside Russell's creative manuscript;"

…

How did Mr. "The Fool" know that I would visit the Russell Memorial Exhibition after closing today and have the opportunity to come into contact with some things... Audrey listened blankly. Although she was surprised, she didn't feel strange: "The Fool" With your personality and ability, it is very easy for you to master such a small thing!

I only heard "The Fool" speak in a low voice and flatly:

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

Hmm... Audrey pondered for two seconds and said, "Dear Mr. Fool, I can give it a try, but there is no guarantee of success."

She was actually not too interested in the minimum reward of 500 pounds. The reason why she accepted this task was because she was curious about what was so special about the bookmark left by Emperor Russell that it made Mr. Fool's favored person like this. He valued it so much that he offered an unlimited price.

Anyway, I was going to look through Russell's diary today, just in time... Audrey thought spontaneously.

Klein, the Fool in the gray mist, nodded gently and replied with one word: "Okay."

When the hallucination completely disappeared, Audrey turned her gaze to the dressing mirror. She felt nervous and uneasy, but also excitedly started planning her evening action: no one would notice her!

TBC

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*In order to reduce rejection as much as possible, the Decline King used the concept of the "banyan tree" that once existed on the earth as a cornerstone to simulate a human-like image for himself. But this image can only be correctly understood by those who know the "banyan tree", and the banyan tree has long been extinct. In other words, only the remnants of the past can see his human-like image on the earth. Everyone else would see Him in His true form and lose control in their madness.

* There is nothing we can do if we become extinct. After all, we have no choice. As long as we popularize science and let others know about this plant, they will not be mistaken.

*The same attribute of the banyan tree and the Declined King is "a single tree forms a forest".

*In this article (and the following articles), the Declined King still acts in the form of a human, with hands, feet, face, and the appearance that a human should have, because readers also know the old remnants of the banyan tree★

*Inspired by the vertical painting of Abigail in swimsuit. The first stage is the appearance of a Greek goddess and witch, but in the final stage (because the san value is lost), you will see the normal cute little girl Abigail, beside her The two indescribables will also become two kittens.