Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"The next exhibition hall restores the workshop of Emperor Roselle when he was studying steam engine technology in his early years..."

Female instructors holding colorful flags led the team across the partition between the two exhibition halls. Compared with the luxurious golden tones of the previous area, this place is full of the wildest designs of the industrial age, such as black iron and the rough outline of steam engines. style.

About twelve meters high, the steam hammer that almost touched the ceiling of the exhibition hall stood in the center of the room, attracting almost everyone's attention, so that no one even noticed a man wearing a navy blue jacket with a lowered peaked hat sneaked into the team .

Taking advantage of the crowd and his extraordinary abilities, Victor Morris, who had temporarily ditched his housekeeper, watched around, his wrists wrapped in jet-black gloves turned frequently, and the clothes of a few men not far in front of the team disappeared, appearing out of thin air on him. hands.

A smell of sweat... Victor, who dexterously removed the stolen glasses, smelled the only pair of gloves he could find in the exhibition hall, and stuffed it into the handbag of a lady beside him in disgust. , the wrist moved in the opposite direction again, and a dark handkerchief appeared in his palm.

In just a few seconds, the noble man who was in formal clothes just now turned into a young worker who could be seen everywhere in the Backlund Bridge area.

After disguising, Victor put his suit into his pocket, and wrapped the stolen dark handkerchief around his left hand dexterously.

The instructor under the steam hammer was still introducing Roselle's inspirational experience of inventing the steam engine to the visitors in front of him, while at the outermost side of the exhibition hall, Victor, who gently lowered the brim of the peaked cap with his right hand, walked further and further, calmly bypassing another. The crowd of people entering the hall was not attracted at all by the exclamations and scoldings of the tourists behind them who were wearing their coats, or whose glasses had suddenly disappeared.

Most of them are imitations. The steam church has a great business, and if you want to fish, you are not willing to put real bait. It is not the best church in the secular industry... It "believes" in the **** of steam and machinery, and Victor, whose family also has business cooperation with the church in some areas, followed the inspiration and strode down the corridor with less crowds.

Although the eternal blazing sun is recognized as the protector of business, as a gathering of leading figures in the industrial age, the steam church, with the spring breeze of the industrial revolution, the craftsmen with strong creativity, relying on the generational difference in technology, are almost ahead of other churches. In one step, the Conzern Group was established during the Roselle period, using railways and telegraph lines to master the shares of most shipping companies in the Northern Continent, such as Ruen, Intis, Rumburg, and Masi.

"The display here is..."

With his good eyesight, Victor could see clearly the building blocks and textbooks in the glass showcase through the gaps in the crowd.

"Sir, it's time for us to leave."

The clear voice of the explainer sounded behind him, and Victor, who was about to reach the exit, didn't know why, but his legs were pinned to the same place, and he cast his eyes as if attracted by gravity.

A gentleman in a double-breasted coat nodded apologetically to the guide in front of a showcase where a few pieces of Roselle's cipher texts were stored, and followed the footsteps slightly dazedly.

He was of medium stature, and his appearance was ordinary and not young, but his ordinaryness caught Victor's eyes.

There are many extraordinary items on his body!

Victor resisted the twitching of the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes with excitement.

As a "deciphering scholar", he can clearly smell "treasures" anywhere.

That person, like me, is a wild Beyonder who is interested in Roselle?

Or some disguised member of the Steam Church?

The numerous spiritual light spots on the opponent's body made Victor not dare to observe closely for the first time, so he could only fall behind him and observe the "fat sheep"'s every move with doubts.

There is too much spiritual brilliance on him, and at least four or five extraordinary items are carried.

The last time I saw such a rich man was at Duke Negan's party... Victor recalled that the duke, who seemed unsuspecting under the chandelier in the hall, was in fact fully armed, and subconsciously slowed down his pace slightly. He glanced at both sides of his body.

......

"What you will see next is the restored study of Emperor Roselle..."

Passing through several exhibition halls, the female guide pointed to the rows of huge bookshelves ahead. The exhibition halls covered with books on all four walls were connected by various stairs and passages.

I have only seen such a study in Kudo Shin's family... Klein glanced at the various large-headed books with bronzing patterns on the spines, lowered his head as if being stinged, and looked at the opposite Things like ordinary desks and brass lampstands.

Unlike the bookshelves separated by railings, the decorations in these study rooms are shrouded in glass showcases. Although they cannot be touched, the text labels on the side and the magnifying glass-like tools provided by the museum are enough for interested visitors to see. Clear the contents of the notes spread out on the desk.

"Here are the ideas that Emperor Roselle did not realize during his lifetime. For example, this tool is composed of two hard shells in the positive direction. It is described as a more advanced difference engine... "

Isn't this a laptop?

Russell's active era has only just begun the industrial revolution, and this guy has begun to envision laptops?

This is that even if there is a traverser afterward, and a laptop computer is really invented, the title of the person who completed the idea of ​​Emperor Roselle must be deducted on the opponent's head!

No, since he can succeed in a coup d'etat in the later period and is called the emperor of Intis, it means that he has at least become a high-order Beyonder, or even an angel.

And the sequence he chose was a "generalist", a powerful "artisan" at the angel level, an emperor who had enough creations and whose life span was stretched to almost infinite...

Klein almost slapped himself on the face, relying on the control of his body, in mid-air, he changed the movement of his hand to Mosuo's chin.

I was wrong, Roselle probably didn't want to leave this opportunity to other travelers from the beginning. He just wanted to propose it first, like registering a trademark in advance, occupying a position first...

The lecturer at the forefront is still introducing "Rossel's great idea", and has already mentioned that the inventor of the new difference engine recently publicly claimed that Roselle was the enlightener of his own invention.

Looking at the familiar square characters in Intis mixed in the manuscripts, Klein's eyes sank.

He remembered the only diary in the previous gallery that wasn't complaining about chores.

Combined with the attitude that "Mystery" could avoid before, and even though Roselle didn't make it clear in the end, eighty percent of the letters were written to "Mystery".

The two of them really had a dispute, and they almost never saw each other in the later years of Emperor Roselle. This should also be the time when Zarath took advantage of it...

Browsing the various "original things" of Emperor Roselle again, Klein's mood was different.

It can be seen that after Russell matured in his later years, the reason why Roselle still put forward these obviously advanced ideas in a high-profile manner like when he was young should be partly because he has been away from home for too long, and he can only rely on this form to relieve his pain.

And these are the legacy he entrusted to his broken young son before his death...

"Of course, these are the originals of Emperor Roselle. Although Intis has abolished the monarchy, they respect the great forerunner of Roselle, and entrusted the Church of Steam to register most of his ideas as patents... .."

The instructor's sweet voice entered Klein's ears again in real time, instantly shattering the emotions he had finally deposited.

Hehe... I was still sighing just now...

Klein made a gesture to leave, but his shoulder was hit hard, and it was all because of his strong balance that he didn't fall.

He looked in that direction, and saw that the person who bumped into him just now didn't look back and apologized, but just stuck his face outside the glass cover with an intoxicated expression, and his obsessive expression even scared away the few young ladies beside him.

Is this the Roselle fan when he first entered the hall?

Klein glanced up and down, and stopped in confusion.

"Sir, you should apologize, you bumped into me just now!"

The lady who was also hit by this reckless young man and unfortunately fell on the side of her companion shouted loudly.

She was wearing a long dark green dress, her face was pale pink with sullenness, and her voice was so loud that everyone in the exhibition hall couldn't help but look at her. Step over.

"What happened?"

She looked a little flustered between the Roselle fan and the lady in the dark green dress, and the hand holding the bunting was stirred in front of her.

"This person hit me just now!" The dark green lady angrily accused the instructor of the offense she had received.

With a beautiful face, the instructor, who seemed to be no more than twenty-five years old at the most, responded to the request of the lady in the dark green dress to apologize to the other party, and took a small step, moving to the pendulum little by little. In front of the glass cover of the desk, the pale face made Klein suspect that she was about to faint in the next moment.

This is too dramatic, what did that Roselle fan see?

Klein silently turned on his spiritual vision and looked at the man standing in front of the glass cover. The spiritual body in the other's brain showed an abnormal orange-red color, while the rest was a rational dark blue, but it looked more Fuzzy, like being covered with a layer of frosted glass, is artificially separated from the color of the brain.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the angry lady again, and saw that the spirit body in her brain was even more crimson, while her body was blue-purple. The clear colors under vision are not the same.

"Sir, did you bump into that lady just now?" The young guide stood timidly behind Roselle, his voice trembling.

In front of the glass showcase, the man who was still obsessively staring at the manuscript on the desk suddenly trembled, and the orange-red color of the spiritual body in his brain became deeper and he was excited.

"Sir?" Seeing that he was not being responded to, the instructor innocently looked back at the dark green dress with a mean face, and at the tip of his nose, he had to turn his head and boldly stretched out his hand. He was about to pat the man in front of the glass on the shoulder.

In front of the glass cover, Roselle's body trembled even more violently. As if he had a foreboding, he slammed back his hands and grabbed the instructor's wrist. Break down.

"I think you're a little too excited."

With a grim expression, Roselle bowed down in pain as if he was out of control at first glance. Under the terrified eyes of the lecturer, Klein with a complicated expression clasped the man's wrist tightly, using his five fingers to force him He let go of the hand that was holding the instructor.

Immediately afterwards, Klein strode forward, his arms flexibly pulled the man's hand behind him, and his knees pressed against the opponent's chest.

boom.

There was a muffled sound, trembling all over, the man with slack eyes fell to the ground, most of the visitors in the exhibition hall hurriedly retreated, and almost all of them crowded into the corner of the wall.

"Is there no other staff here?"

He stared at the man whose spiritual body was still weird on the ground without squinting, and asked the pale-faced lecturer beside him.

"I'm a student at Backlund University..."

Temporary worker... Klein frowned as he watched all this, his left hand resting on the cane clenched a little more.

With a long sigh of relief, he looked at the dark green dress that was dodged by the crowd. He was aggressive just now, but now his eyes were lost, and he kept shaking in place, looking like he was about to fall down at any time.

No one really thinks that there is some kind of mysterious power hidden in Roselle's diaries and manuscripts?

On the first day he entered the Nighthawk, he had been told that every year, many obsessives of Emperor Roselle tried to explore the power of "ciphertext", and there were even various Beyonders.

Considering the strange state of the spiritual bodies of the man and the lady on the ground~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Klein felt more and more that he had run into a wild Beyonder whose brains should not be rejoicing.

Is it the "audience" or another way, he is influencing the thinking of these two people... His sharp eyes swept away slowly, passing each one with a top hat, a peaked cap, or nothing Dai's figure, Klein took two steps forward.

"what......"

On the ground curled up on the ground, Roselle staggered and got up, looking at the lecturer, who was covering his wrist, his face still lacking in blood, and his expression was distorted in horror. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound. Finger, trying to remind Klein who is closest to him.

dong dong dong!

With heavy steps, the Roselle fan, who was able to regain his balance, slammed into Klein's back again.

Woo!

The black cane dexterously turned with his wrist, and slammed behind him. Klein, who had already had a hunch through his spiritual intuition, turned around calmly, restrained the strength of his arm, and knocked the man who was running towards him backwards.

boom!

Roselle's head was heavily placed on the surface of the glass cover, and there were deep and dense cracks.

Under dozens of gazes, the severe pain recalled his sanity.

The dark red blood spilled from the back of his head, the man whose eyeballs were stained with pale red slipped from the glass cover, and the spider-web-like cracks on the back shattered instantly, thin dark red blood spots and glass **** scattered all over the desk, destroying the entire desk. Eroded by time, the slightly yellowed manuscript was stained with blood flowers, and the crystal glass **** was dotted on the surface of the solidified blood beads, covering the face of the emperor Roselle in the manuscript, and it slipped to the floor little by little. superior.

Klein looked at the dripping blood with a complicated expression, and slowly raised his hands.

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