Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 165

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

Even though the air quality in Backlund is still unsatisfactory today, Emperor Roselle's reputation has attracted a large number of visitors to the Kingdom Museum, which has been deserted for a long time.

Some of them are loyal fans of "Russell culture", and some are "dreamers" who still believe in the great vision of the industrial age, but more are passers-by attracted by the magnificent life and extravagant gold style of this Intis people.

But this is just the ordinary majority. There are also some people who come with hidden secrets. They are careerists eager to make a fortune from the leftovers of the emperor's legacy, including those who are already socializing Neus Andrellard, who has been missing for a long time.

In the chaotic long queue, Neus Andrerad restrained his gaze on his toes, with his gloomy temperament and stern appearance concealed under a half-height silk top hat, just like all the spectators waiting in line to enter the museum. .

One, two...six....

Counting the members of the Heart of Machines guarding the door, there are a total of six Beyonders at the main entrance. This is not a mid-sequence that is likely to have mastered special abilities... The eyes condensed by shadows lurk in the vast darkness created by many passers-by. , The blood-red eyeballs turned rapidly, passing one individual after another, and finally disappeared silently.

Neuss Andrellard calmly drew a dark brown handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the corners of his eyes, which were obscured by the shadow of his hat brim, and looked from a distance, as all gentlemen would do, for the sake of decency and grace. , they always have to endure restlessness when it is hot, and fight depression when it is cold.

On the dark brown handkerchief, there was a damp, not too viscous blood stain that dissolved on the surface of the cotton cloth, mixed with the color of the cloth itself, and it was almost invisible.

After learning that the Roselle Memorial Exhibition was held in Backlund, News, who had not finished digesting the "cold-blooded" potion for a special reason, almost gave up everything he already had, and only wanted to be seamless in all aspects.

Just after taking off the "eye of the abyss", News, who was still a little dazzled, shook his head and looked forward. His slightly scattered eyes met with another neatly dressed gentleman, and nodded lightly.

This is also an Extraordinary... He endured the side effect of using the sealed artifact's brain tingling, and followed the slow wriggling team to take a few steps forward.

"Sir, what happened just now?"

The well-dressed butler noticed that the young master beside him thought that he was wrong, and said with some doubts.

He didn't quite understand why the young master, who could enjoy the opportunity to visit alone after closing with Miss Hall and other noble children, had to be crowded with a group of ordinary people in the choking and sultry air.

But he didn't intend to understand, just like the young master insisted on calling him "Sir" outside himself, although the young master is indeed more talented than the master, but...

No, this is not something a housekeeper should consider.

Having served the Morris family for three generations, the old butler, who is nearly 60 years old this year, put his legs together and actively blocked the direction of the young master's avoidance.

"No, nothing, how long do we have to wait?"

Seeing that the housekeeper blocked the prying eyes of the frail-looking guy, Victor exhaled softly and turned his eyes to the gate where two men in black trench coats were guarding.

That's a member of the Machine Heart.

"If you are in a hurry, we can contact the staff of the museum now. As the biggest partner of Baron Syndras, we have also invested a lot of money in the Kingdom Museum."

The strict old housekeeper controlled the volume just right, and replied respectfully in Victor's ear.

"No, no need, that's it." The blonde and blue-eyed Victor shook his head firmly, rejecting the butler's proposal.

He was familiar with a faint disgust on his face, misleading the old butler to think that the young master simply hated that Baron Syndras, who was a mud-legged man three generations ago.

Minimize your sense of presence as much as possible, this is what a professional "thief" should do... His hands that hang naturally on both sides of his body suddenly clasp each other's wrists, and the black gloves and coat cuffs see bare skin Violent veins can be seen faintly.

Looking up at the golden fringes hanging from the roof, Klein read the words woven with red silk threads, and was speechless for a while.

"Time will pierce the beauty and delicacy of youth, and it will engrave parallel lines on the forehead of beautiful women. He will devour rare and precious treasures. He is naturally beautiful, and nothing can escape his sweeping sickle."

Shakespeare...Although the existence of the human skin mask itself has made it difficult for Klein to make a large expression, when he saw the tassels hanging in the main hall of the Kingdom Museum, it was a famous sentence of Shakespeare, and at the end was marked with ancient words. Klein was really a little stunned when he came to the familiar name of Stave Roselle.

One thing to say, since the time of crossing, the traces of Emperor Roselle are really everywhere, he almost copied everything he could copy...

It is also a traverser, "mystery" and the creator save mankind from the despair of the ancient gods' rule, and Huang Tao's biggest victory is actually blocking the way of the traversers behind!

Wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black walking stick, and a long double-breasted woolen gown, Klein, who had just been promoted to "Magician", turned his eyes to the man at the front of the team who was communicating with the instructor, and listened.

"If I remember correctly, this should be an excerpt from the love letter that the emperor gave to a certain lady in his later years. Why did the official choose it as the beginning of the entire exhibition?"

The man with a high nose bridge and a brown half-long hair tied behind his head skillfully said the source of this sentence, and pointed his finger unceremoniously at the print of the official committee of the Emperor Roselle Exhibition on the clothes of the docent. .

"This sentence has always been interpreted many times in the literary world, and one of them is that this sentence is essentially Roselle's memory of the good times, so it was selected as the opening of the exhibition."

The beautiful-faced female lecturer was stunned for a moment, and then gave the answer according to her own understanding.

But obviously, this was not enough to convince the fanatical believer of the Roselle culture in front of him, but the disgusting glances from all around him, intentionally or unintentionally, helped the interpreter and made him shut up.

Klein, who was near the end of the team, watched all this with a cold eye, and shook his head with a smile.

At least I shouldn't encounter such an embarrassing thing as being turned out for a love letter in the future... He followed the pace of the team and stepped onto the pre-planned passage.

Hesitant to consider the number of exhibitors, the Steam Church specifically requested that the crowds must be diverted. Therefore, at the beginning of entering the hall, different guides will lead different teams to their own exclusive routes, and rely on the Kingdom Museum as a rest area on weekdays. The rotunda gives every visitor the opportunity to appreciate the contents of different areas.

This is not only a compromise that is not proportional to the number of visitors and the size of the venue, but also to make it easier for Steam to teach Extraordinary to monitor Extraordinary who may be mixed in the crowd.

These are feats delivered to the door.

In the claustrophobic room at the highest point of the Kingdom Museum, Max, the team leader of the Heart of Mechanics, watched the blocks in the glass cabinet in front of him, and from time to time he used a pen to record something in the notebook.

This is a special Sealed Artifact. Although the number of visitors today is close to its limit, with the help of the Archbishop, the Heart of Mechanics team responsible for the security of the event can still use this Sealed Artifact to identify every important item. status.

"Come in."

The wooden door behind him was gently pushed open, and a member of the Heart of Mechanism with thin cheeks quickly approached Max's ear and whispered softly.

"What, stop monitoring here now?"

Max frowned and looked at the player behind him and said solemnly:

"Are you sure this is the order from the church just now?"

The crowds in the venue below were mixed, and there were several Beyonders identified by Max himself just now based on the feedback from other members' use of sealed artifact exploration.

Stop monitoring the venue now. If a Beyonder like a “thief” really stole a collection, who should be responsible?

"Is this the order of the Archbishop?"

Max didn't have his usual easy-going appearance, he questioned the subordinate in front of him aggressively, and clamped the pen between his fingers.

The Heart of Machine member swept across the "building blocks" behind the captain unintentionally, his nervousness was suppressed a little, and he tried his best to speak a few unbelievable words clearly.

"This is an order from His Royal Highness Bonova directly to the Archbishop."

pat.

The gold-tipped pen tip fell down on the floor, the dark ink stains blackened with reddish-brown.

Max, with a distorted expression, looked at the subordinate opposite him in disbelief, took a piece from the "building block" with his stiff backhand, and sighed exaggeratedly.

"seriously."

"This is the basic education textbook he improved for educating his children...this is the little game he invented for his children...this is the building block toy he invented"

The female narrator's tone contained a little warmth, and the emotions in the slender and clear eyes wrapped the reflection of the old objects in the glass showcase.

It is not difficult to see that this is also a little girl who is bewitched by his appearance... In the crowd, the figure is marked, the height is more than 1.7 meters, and her chest-length chestnut hair is soft and drooping, just like a girl. The cake skirt and black gauze old-fashioned soft hat looked a bit indescribable and the beautiful lady shook her head.

However, at a glance from here, it is not uncommon for ladies and young ladies who are similar to the guide.

The tall lady suddenly turned her body to her side. She felt the warmth in her palms. Looking down, she saw a layer of color swaying in the small round mirror whose shell pattern was full of fairy tale elements. "Water waves" are intertwined with each other on the mirror surface, and they are mixed into flowery words with beautiful handwriting.

"Everything is ready."

Heh, a lady dressed as if she was out of touch with the times rarely evokes a smile. She turned her eyes back to the clean and bright toys and textbooks that were wiped in the glass showcase, and stared at the unremarkable old things under the light, with complicated emotions.

Ok?

The prying eyes just moved away?

The prying eyes that had always touched Klein's inspiration suddenly disappeared, causing the "magician" with a normal expression to look at the ceiling.

Resisting his inner curiosity, he continued to follow the pace of the visiting team and walked to the glass showcases in front.

From the moment he entered the Kingdom Museum, Klein's keen spiritual intuition would call the police from time to time, reminding him that he had entered the surveillance of a certain existence.

Since it is an item that can be displayed to the public, there should be no spiritual items, and the Steam Church will not send its own archbishop or senior deacon just for a mere memorial, so there is a high probability that the museum is monitored by a special seal. The Squad Leader of the Thing?

But now, for some unknown reason, the captain has suspended the monitoring of the venue. Is it because of some negative effect, or is it to avoid the user's spiritual drying up?

While guessing the reason for the disappearance of "monitoring" in his mind, Klein followed the guide's introduction and looked at the pages of Roselle's diary kept in the glass showcase. His originally flat expression collapsed a little. With the help of the external force of extraordinary ability, the muscles at the corners of the mouth mechanically raised upwards.

What is this and why are these diaries all of this content?

He stared at the words "The food here is unpalatable, I'm about to become constipated." He stared at the square words that Huang Tao was not much better than elementary school students, and the light blue pupils hidden behind the eyes of the plate swayed slightly.

I'm almost constipated when I see this... The corner of Klein's mouth couldn't help but rise even more when he thought that Roselle's ciphertext, which the Church of Steam would focus on protecting even at exhibitions, recorded this kind of thing.

It's like you finally persuaded the sweet online dating partner after the chat box. After all the hardships and hardships, you can only face the person who seems to have been photographed by a fun mirror, and hold back the tears and say that they are all friends... ...

Great Emperor, Great Emperor, have you really not considered that there are other transmigrators?

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he numbly followed the commentator who was boldly guessing the content of the ciphertext to the last diary.

"The weather is good today, and as one of the most powerful 'masters of prophecy' in the world, I have already met my future. Well, I shouldn't use the names Napoleon and Caesar casually, it's really not a good sign. "

"But compared to them who left nothing but legends, I at least have a chance. My conversation with Bonois at Schönbrunn yesterday made me happy, even though he is the Archbishop of Steam. He came to see the emperor in his name, but at least he didn't really put on a business-like attitude to me, and in the face of his sister, he hasn't completely disowned me as a father."

"Alas, Bernadette, who was the most obedient before, ran away from home, and Benois, who was with me the least, stayed with me all day before my end. Fate is such an unpredictable thing, it is like the most rogue The bitch, always joking with the life we ​​try to be better~www.mtlnovel.com~ But this time I have to thank it, I never thought that Bonova would grant my request."

"Well, if he really fulfilled the promise between us men, then you who don't know what it's called should have seen this piece of writing. Of course, the premise of all this is that I have failed and I have died in that corner. inside."

"In short, I was wrong. If you can, I hope you can forgive me for my stubbornness at the time. I don't beg you to help me return. I only hope that you can protect my descendants...before the end."

The visiting crowd had already started to leave in a sparse manner, but Klein remained in front of the glass showcase.

For some unknown reason, Klein's eyes suddenly blurred when he saw Roselle in the diary suddenly change his tone and start a conversation with a certain being.

Through the glass showcase, the distorted light and shadow melted into the air, and objects that gradually lost their frames floated loosely, against the bright yellow light projected from the window. Klein had only seen Roselle in newspapers and books in his life. Gustav was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the distance, dressed in fancy clothes, his mustache trembled with careful care, and his blue eyes winked at him playfully, as if to say "long time no see".

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