Western District, 2 King's Avenue, Royal Museum.
Although it wasn't the weekend, when Klein arrived, a long queue had already formed at the entrance.
According to newspapers and magazines, he knew that the middle class in this world had relatively few forms of entertainment. Besides reading the newspaper, reading novels, listening to operas and concerts, playing tennis and squash, watching various plays, and holding or attending balls and banquets, the only other options were going to the park, visiting exhibitions, and going on vacations. Moreover, due to the influence of Emperor Roselle, annual leave had become a relatively common phenomenon in this social class.
At exactly nine o'clock, Klein, wearing a half-high silk top hat, holding a black cane, and wearing a double-breasted woolen long coat, took his ticket and followed the people ahead of him step by step into the museum.
There was a split here, with different guides leading different groups of visitors down different paths.
Klein, along with about a dozen to twenty people, followed a woman with a beautiful face, listening to her introduce Roselle's life.
As a half-historian, this was completely meaningless to Klein, so he boredly confirmed the location of his wallet.
— Because his wealth had skyrocketed to 952 pounds, only one step away from 1,000 pounds, his wallet could no longer hold this much cash. He could only selectively carry a portion of it. As for the rest, Klein didn't feel safe leaving them unprotected at home, so he threw them all above the
As they walked, they entered the first exhibition hall. The female guide said excitedly:
"Everyone, these are Emperor Roselle's daily necessities."
"Look, that's the velvet blanket he covered himself with, and that's the gilded glass vessel he used to drink wine."
"And that's the flush toilet he used. The first modern flush toilet."
...
Even a used toilet is put on display? Klein suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for Roselle.
Then, he looked at the flush toilet behind the glass wall and noticed that it was shimmering with a golden light. Its surface seemed to have a layer of gold leaf and was engraved with intricate, exaggerated, yet artistic patterns.
How extravagant... Klein no longer sympathized with Roselle.
Separated from the flush toilet by only a layer of glass were Roselle's everyday clothes, including shirts with pleated decorations on the cuffs and collars.
It was clear that the female guide greatly admired Intis's clothing culture.
After the "Daily Necessities Exhibition Hall" were the original drafts of important documents Roselle had issued, including historical artifacts of extremely high value such as the *Civil Code*.
Just then, the female guide pointed to a display cabinet and said:
"This is one of the notebooks Emperor Roselle left behind. It uses mysterious symbols he invented himself that have never been cracked to this day. Many historians and archaeologists believe that these notebooks should record Emperor Roselle's most unknown secrets."
"As a romantic person, I also have my own guess. Perhaps this is a symbol agreed upon by Emperor Roselle and the woman he loved most. They recorded each other, yet could never truly be together."
You're quite suited to writing novels... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and his gaze shifted to the notebook spread open in the display case. Written on it was Simplified Chinese, a language he was extremely familiar with:
"March 6th. Dammit, the food here is giving me constipation!"
"March 17th. Are all the ladies in Intis this open? Did I screw her, or did she screw me? It feels a bit weird."
"March 22nd. Time to choose a faith. On one side is the Church of the Eternal Sun, and on the other is the Church of the Artisan."
"There's no doubt about my choice. Praise be to you, God of Machinery!"
"One day, I will make the Church of the Artisan change its name to the Cult of the Machine."
... Really romantic... Romantic constipation... This should be a diary entry from the early days of Emperor Roselle's transmigration. Not a single piece of valuable information... His handwriting is even uglier than mine... Klein withdrew his gaze and clicked his tongue a few times.
Of course, he had only seen the two open pages. He had no idea what the rest contained.
I wonder how good the security measures are here. Is there a chance to sneak in and look through them... Klein looked around and found that the visible security personnel were quite numerous.
There might even be Beyonders from the
"This is the first love letter Emperor Roselle wrote. This is the first love poem he composed, 'When You Are Old...'" The female guide pointed at the manuscript in the display case, her eyes shining.
Shameless! Yeats is rolling in his grave! Klein couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"This is a bracelet he made himself... These are the original manuscripts of the novels he wrote..." the female guide introduced with a tone of extreme admiration.
... Klein tried hard not to let his expression change.
Of course, he also believed that Emperor Roselle, who had "Artisan" as one of his Beyonder pathways, must have very strong handicraft skills.
"This is the basic education textbook he improved for educating his children. Every word has a corresponding picture... This is a small game he invented for his own children. It's similar to Intis chess, but for some reason, the rules didn't spread... This is a block toy he invented, also for his children..." The female guide unknowingly spoke with a touch of tenderness.
Isn't this just chess?! And Lego will come to collect copyright fees from you! Klein could only raise the corners of his mouth to hide his other emotions.
He swept his gaze over and noticed that a woman over 1.7 meters tall was standing in front of this display cabinet.
This lady had chestnut hair that reached her waist. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin.