To Four Thousand Years Later

As soon as Charles returned to Aachen, Baimon came to the door directly. Holding a heavy book, he stopped in front of Charles' carriage, without any fear on his beautiful face. Can't even see any expression.

He completely ignored the frightened coachman, walked directly to the side door of the carriage, and knocked on the window: "Your Majesty, it's just in time for you to come back." Baimon said straight to the point in a cold voice: "Mr. Rosenklotz is almost dying .”

"...Oh? Stop first."

Charles raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pulled Baimon directly

Yastaru and Floros are in the two cars behind, so there is still quite a lot of space in his car. Even if Baimon sat directly opposite Charles, it would not appear crowded.

"How is the situation now?" Charles asked Baimon.

"It's very pessimistic. It's about today." Baimon replied: "Yastalu is not here. We have no way to extend his life. I suggest you go there quickly. Now... there is still time to do that."

What he meant was to create psionic seeds. It's just that it's not convenient to say it directly when there are ordinary people. Because the creation of psionic seeds will inevitably tear the soul. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, the person whose soul is extracted will definitely die on the spot. So Charles made a pact with Rosenklotz that he would only take his soul before his death. Although Rosencrowz actually didn't mind having his soul taken and divided, he wanted to finish writing Charles' biography before he died. It seemed that his wish would not come true.

"I see." Nodding with a serious expression, he raised his voice to greet the coachman: "You don't have to go back to the palace and go straight to the Charlemagne Library."

The coachman nodded and drove the horses into the depths of the street.

When Charles and his party arrived under the Charlemagne Library, he noticed that martial law had begun under the Charlemagne Library. Some scholars were driven out by the silver iron guards, and they even held the scrolls in their hands before putting them down.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!" Charles got out of the carriage, and the people around him bowed down neatly to him. Some scholars were thrilled that they could meet this great and wise emperor.

"There is no need to be too polite...you look around and don't let idle people wait in."

He just waved his hand to the people around him to say hello, and he gave orders to the Yin Tiewei who was the leader, and rushed into the Zhiliman library at a fast pace. This large library named after him is a large building specially built by Charles to sort out historical materials and conduct historical research.

It is divided into eight layers. The shape is similar to the Colosseum in Rome with a few circles thinner. In order to fill in the historical data, Charles specially sent some trustworthy intellectuals to the Holy Firstborn Guild. Yu copied a large number of paper materials and kept them in the Zhiliman Library. And the treasure of the library. These are the six encyclopedias written by Charles. That is, "Life", "Mathematics", "Starry Sky", "Light", "Sea", and "King Power" are six books of wisdom. Each of the six books was four fingers thick, and the corners of the covers were adorned with gold and finely divided gemstones. The cover of the book is made of silver, with hollow patterns on it, and a thin chain on the waist of the book, which locks it on the top shelf. Charles declared that all scholars engaged in research in these seven fields have the opportunity to insert their own books into the bookshelf. Every three years, the university meeting will select the best ones in this period, and this will be one of the highest honors in the academic world in the future.

Of course, Charles's writing is not just for show. Thoughts have to be spread to be valuable... But just as Haisang who sold knowledge said, if knowledge is so cheap that everyone can reach it, people will not be interested in it. In this era, the price of books is still very expensive and is a luxury. Not to mention the reputation copy that requires supervision to know every word.

Therefore, if you want to copy the original texts, you need to submit an application and pass the political review, and then you can read and copy the six original texts under the supervision of more than three supervisors. The reason why so many people are invited. It is to prevent the occurrence of omissions and errors in copying. In the words of Charles, it is to "prevent the distortion of knowledge"

But it is not so easy to copy an original that can be used for copying. Because the words can be copied, but the drawings above are not so easy to copy.

The reason why this book is so thick is partly because the paper in this era is relatively thick, and partly because it contains a lot of content. Only scholars at the level of the Grand Superintendent or the regional bishop are allowed to copy a copy of Charles's original text and bring it to their own diocese. And on this basis, they also had to pass a simple test—if they passed, they could stay in the holy scroll room for a longer period of time and use tools to copy the design drawings. In the book "Mathematics", Charles designed a ruler with a movable scale. Just like folding scissors, it can make two different angles at the same time, and record the length with a movable scale that can be inserted into a quill pen. It can also be used to draw circles. This was used by some sailors for nautical purposes, but it was still quite handy for cartography. With these new tools, they could easily transfer the marked-to-length plans from the original manuscript to their own copies. Today, Solomon's Church everywhere is proud to have a copy of Charles. The first few copies signed by Charles were even carefully treasured.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it.

Such a signed copy in the future can indeed fetch a very high price. This large library with Roman architectural style is undoubtedly a double gold of knowledge and non-knowledge, and the guard of this gold mine is its first curator. Royal Scholar "Aleister". That is, "One Rosenklotz!" Charles pushed the door open. Seeing Rosencrowz lying on the bed wrapped in a thick quilt, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At least alive.

His skin was wrinkled and dull, his eyes were sunken, his hair was thinning, and his breathing was rapid. But his eyes were burning with a faint blue brilliance, and even began to crackle, like a firewood burning with new firewood. The only ones by his side were Hassan and his student Urdi. Charles went over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand to lift Rosencrowz. The power of healing breath was transmitted immediately.

Rosenklotz, who was originally uncomfortable and unable to speak, suddenly looked much better.

"How are you doing?"

"This time the weakness is even worse. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter, Your Majesty... Without you, I wouldn't be able to survive today."

Rosencrowz shook his head wearily: "I should have died at the end of summer. But now it's deep winter, Your Majesty. Do you know, I can't even hold a pen this time... He said, There was silence in the room. He raised his head and looked at Bai Meng and the others, "Hai... you two go out first. Rosencrowz said in a low voice: "I have something to say to Your Majesty.

Hai Sang sighed worriedly, answered and left.

Rosencrowz looked at Charles and breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly said: "Your Majesty, I remember the experiment you mentioned before.

"We are already preparing

"Then let's implement it today. After I send Haisang and the others...then it can be implemented.

Although he was speaking self-defeating words, there was a radiance of life in Rosencrowz's eyes. He moaned, sighed, repeating the same words like a befuddled old man: "I'm useless. It's useless. I can't hold a pen, my hand shakes, I spill ink. Brain. Paste...I don't Can't believe it's my body.

"It's good to be born again. It's good to die. In the end, let me burn on the path of truth. I don't want to die of illness on the bed."

Rosencrowz held Charles's hand tightly with trembling and skinny hands, and spoke more and more excitedly.

"I either live or... either live or die..."

He repeated again, almost pleadingly looking at Charles who was no different from five years ago.

Charles was silent for a moment, then nodded. Seriously agreed.