"This is the first flush toilet in the modern sense, the accompanying sewer, and the hygiene campaign advocated by Russell the Great, together to save the phenomenon of dirty things on Trierman Street, the capital of Intis."
The female commentator surrounded by the noble children was excited and introduced loudly. She seemed to want to say something less elegant, but finally changed her words.
"This is simply the glory of human civilization..."
Audrey Hall, dressed up, stepped forward curiously, looked at the flush toilet with a history of nearly two hundred years through the glass, and then asked the commentator next to her:
"Can I touch it? Can it still be used normally?"
Perhaps he encountered a problem that he would not usually encounter in the exhibition. The commentator looked embarrassedly at a middle-aged man behind the audience. The latter was wearing a windbreaker, his hair neatly combed back, and wore monocles, like a professor better than a security guard.
Seeing the man nodded in agreement, the interpreter ordered the security personnel to open the glass wall.
Audrey stretched out her hand curiously and tried to press the pumping button. Of course, the exhibits here were not connected to the water pipe. There was a "creaking" sound from the inside of the water tank, and there was no movement.
Imagining the sound of the flush toilet, Angel looked away from the curious baby and looked at other places in the exhibition hall.
The avant-garde daily clothes worn by the emperor, the velvet quilts he once covered, and the gold-encrusted wine glasses used, all of which sparkled under the light of the lens, telling the brilliant and luxurious life of the time traveler.
Feeling a line of sight looking at him, Angel withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and found that the security guard wearing monocles was looking at him cautiously without concealment.
What did he see? Do you know that I am extraordinary, or do you think I am out of place with these nobles?
She subconsciously touched the crazy ring. After finding that she was not exposed, she looked at Audrey who was stroking Russell's used quilt.
She is usually not so lively and naive. Well... In fact, I have seen her twice, but she will not be like this at the tarot meeting. Is it because of the worship of Russell the Great, or is it a disguise for another purpose?
Following the nobles, surrounded by security personnel and interpreters, she came to another exhibition hall. The theme here is "Warm Russell", which displays some handmade products made by the emperor, as well as items designed and improved by him for his lover, lover and children.
Angel saw several chess games on earth here, with color comic-style children's reading books, and even imitation Lego, made of cork, but because of insufficient precision, assembly toys can only be increased in volume.
Even if she had already known that the predecessor of the time traveler had plagiarized and imitated without scruples, when she saw these familiar items, she also had a sense of helplessness for her boldness.
"This is a childhood toy designed by the emperor for three children, but due to the high cost of production, no craftsman can popularize them until now two hundred years later."
After saying that, the commentator looked at several nobles and Angel and asked with a smile:
"Question, what are the names of the three children of Russell the Great?"
"I know," Audrey raised her hand excitedly like a student, causing the kind laughter of several companions beside her, including Glerint, "From to small, the eldest daughter Bernadette, the eldest son Charle, and the second son Bonova."
"That's right, Miss Hall. Please pick up a souvenir at the entrance later."
After the episode, everyone came to the third exhibition hall, which was displayed precious original manuscripts, including some laws promulgated during the emperor's reign, government documents with other officials, and a note that made archaeologists and historians scratch their heads.
This is the diary that Mr. Fool asked everyone to find!
Seeing the Chinese written on the two pages spread out, Angel confirmed this.
Moreover, this is a manuscript that has not been transcribed. The words are neatly arranged in line and the size is the same. I'm afraid the content of the two pages is more than the four or five pages circulating outside.
"It is said that they are Russell's original mysterious symbols, recording the most unknown secrets," Audrey muttered and looked at Angel beside her. "Miss Irene, do you think anyone in this world can crack these notes?"
After saying that, she approached purposefully and urged the security personnel to open the glass cabinet with sincere eyes just now and let them look through the diary.This confirmed one thing for Angel. Audrey's lively behavior is different from usual. I'm afraid that it's just for the request of this moment to be met. It seems that her purpose of visiting the Emperor's Memorial Exhibition is not simply to appreciate and satisfy curiosity.
The "audience" is really awesome. Under her role, even if the diary has not been specially treated and the paper cannot be in contact with the air for a long time, I'm afraid they will agree to Audrey's request to watch...
Angel looked at Audrey's true performance and glanced at the golden-haired dog who had been following the crowd. Suddenly, she remembered the question that Miss "Justice" had asked at the tarot meeting: what should she do if she was eaten by the "spectator" magic potion and became an extraordinary dog?
Could it be that this dog...
"Wow?"
The dog also looked at Angel curiously.
The cry woke up Audrey who was immersed in the diary. She put it back in the diary with an apology and asked the security personnel to close the glass box again. The group moved again and walked to the other end of the exhibition hall.
Angel hurried to the booth, looked at the restored diary, and tried to write down the words on it.
Even a little bit, you can make one or two pages...
After a while, the memory of the ilitic words made her feel dizzy and quickly gave up the idea. Unless in a quiet place, with the help of meditation, it was too inefficient.
With a sigh, she looked up and was surprised to find that the others had left the exhibition hall and went in another direction. The whole hall was empty, except for the lights shining on the exhibits and the slightly dark walkway.
Angel chose a direction according to the memory of the crowd's voice just now. After a few steps, she found something was wrong. The whole museum was too quiet, as if the nobles who were still discussing it just now, the staff who were talking about the explanation, and the glasses men who looked at her from time to time were playing pranks on her. They closed their mouths and hid. Which corner are you in?
Or is it the "master key" that has a negative effect and makes me lost? But I didn't walk a few steps at all...
Looking back, the diary booth just now was just a few meters away, and I didn't move at all.
There was a trace of uneasiness in the bottom of her heart. She felt that the hidden holy emblem on her right wrist seemed to exude a cold touch, but it seemed to be suppressed by something and only stayed near her right hand.
Because she was wearing a skirt, she only tied the dagger and wand to the thigh under the skirt and did not bring a gun. At this time, although she couldn't pull out the dagger, she had already touched the magic pocket watch in her pocket. With the other hand, she took out the "master key" and was ready to choose a wall and leave the exhibition hall first.
"Don't be afraid. It's still in the memorial hall. It's just that they can't see you, and you can't see them."
A soft but emotionless voice came from behind Angel. She instantly turned around and mobilized her spirituality to summon black flame and frost to protect herself.
"Bang--"
The flame of the curse that had just appeared was extinguished in an instant. A lady of similar height to her appeared in front of her, holding a finger, as if she had extinguished the surrounding black flame with it.
The lady has long chestnut hair up to her waist, and her perfectly proportioned figure is hidden under a light brown knee-length skirt, but she is wearing a pair of beige trousers that are easy to move and black boots that are almost knee-length.
This mix-and-match style made Angel almost dream back to the earth and saw the models in those fashion magazines, so that she was stunned for a second before she reacted and was about to press the "magic pocket watch" in her hand.
"If you press it, how can you cry in front of those terrible flames?"
Ms. Lifa stopped her action with one sentence, then took a few steps closer, looked at Angel's fingers and pockets, and finally her eyes fell on her right wrist.
"Unexpectedly, you can feel my arrangement in advance," she looked at the "secret emblem" that was exuding a cold touch, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Are you the family of the night?"