Zone West, No. 2 King's Avenue, the Royal Museum. Though it wasn't the weekend, when Cline arrived, a long line had already formed at the entrance. According to newspaper and magazine accounts, he knew that middle-class leisure activities in this world were limited: reading newspapers and novels, attending opera and concert performances, playing tennis and squash, enjoying various plays, hosting or attending banquets and ball events—these were the main options, beyond which only park visits, gallery exhibitions, and weekend getaways remained. Thanks to the influence of Emperor Rosel, annual leave had become increasingly common among this class. At exactly nine o'clock, Cline, wearing a half-high silk hat, a black cane, and a double-breasted wool suit, held his ticket and stepped into the museum one step at a time, following the people ahead of him. There was a分流 at the entrance, with different guides leading groups along separate pathways. Cline and about fifteen or twenty others followed a well-dressed woman, listening as she described the life of Rosel. To Klein, who was only half a historian, this made no sense, so he idly checked the location of his wallet. ——With his wealth having surged to 952 pounds, just steps away from reaching 1,000 pounds, his wallet could no longer hold all the cash, so he carried only a selection of it. The rest, which he didn’t feel safe leaving unprotected at home, he had entrusted to the gray mist. As they walked on, they entered the first exhibition hall, where the female guide spoke with enthusiastic excitement: “Ladies and gentlemen, all these items here are from the daily life of Emperor Roscel. Look—this is the velvet blanket he used to cover himself, and these are the gilded glass wine glasses he used to drink from. That’s the toilet he actually used—modern in the sense of being the first flush toilet.” …… Were even the used toilets being displayed? Klein suddenly felt a touch of sympathy for Roscel. Then he turned to the toilet behind the glass wall, which was now glowing with a golden light, its surface appearing to be covered in a layer of gold foil, intricately engraved with elaborate, artistic patterns. Truly luxurious... Caine no longer felt any sympathy for Roselle. Just behind the glass, Roselle's everyday attire—such as the shirt with pleated accents at the sleeves and collar—was on display. It was clear that the female guide held the city's fashion culture in high regard. Following the "Daily Life Exhibition Hall," the original documents issued by Roselle were on view, including the Civil Code and other historically significant artifacts. At that moment, the female guide pointed to a display case and said: "This is one of the notebooks left behind by Emperor Roselle, written in a unique, mysterious script that has yet to be deciphered by anyone. Many historians and archaeologists believe these notebooks contain the emperor's most private and little-known secrets." "As a romantic, I also have my own conjecture—perhaps this is the symbol agreed upon between the Emperor Roscel and his dearest woman, a symbol of mutual recording, yet one they never truly share together." You're absolutely suited for writing novels... Klein's嘴角抽了抽, his gaze shifting to the open notebook displayed in the case, its simplified Chinese script familiar to him: "March 6: Man, here's the food—I'm practically constipated! March 17: Are the wives of Indris this open? Is it me who's been on top, or her? Something feels off. March 22: It's time to choose my faith—between the Church of Eternal Sun and the Church of Craftsmen. My choice is clear—I praise you, God of All Mechanisms! One day, I'll have the Church of Craftsmen renamed the Church of Mechanical Deities." "...Indeed quite romantic...romantic constipation...this should be from the early journal of Emperor Roscel, offering hardly any valuable insights...his handwriting is even more awkward than mine...Klein sighed and murmured a few remarks. Of course, he had only seen the two spread-out pages; the rest of the contents remained unknown. He wasn't sure about the security measures here—whether there was still a chance to sneak in and browse through the records...Klein glanced around and noticed the visible security personnel were quite numerous. Perhaps there were also extraordinary members from the Church of the Gods of Steam and Mechanism...he muttered to himself, then followed the female guide, blending into a group of visitors, and entered the next hall, named 'Romantic Roscel.' 'This is Emperor Roscel's first love letter, and his first love poem, "When You Are Old"...' the female guide brightly pointed to the manuscript on display. Unbelievable! Yeats' coffin is about to give way! Klein muttered under his breath. "This is a handchain he made himself... this is the original manuscript of his novel..." The female guide spoke with an unusually reverent tone. "...Klein made every effort to keep his expression steady. Of course, he believed that Emperor Roscel, known for his exceptional career in extraordinary professions, certainly possessed strong craftsmanship skills. "This is a revised foundational textbook for education, with each word accompanied by an illustration... This is a game he invented for his children, similar to Intis chess, yet for some reason, it never gained widespread popularity... This is a set of building blocks he designed, specifically for his children..." The female guide spoke with a growing touch of warmth. Honestly, isn't this just chess? And now, LEGO wants to charge him royalties! Klein could only lift a corner of his mouth to mask his other emotions. He glanced quickly and noticed a woman standing in front of the display case, standing over one meter and seventy centimeters tall. She had long, chestnut hair reaching down to her waist, with a well-proportioned figure—neither plump nor slender. Dressed in a youthful yellow cake-style dress, she wore a slightly outdated black soft hat, its fine lace veil partially covering her face. She remained motionless in front of the case, gazing intently at the items inside, without moving for a long time. When Caine and the others followed the guide to the next exhibition hall, she still hadn’t changed her posture. After several more halls, the female guide pointed ahead and said, “Next, you will see the restored study of Emperor Roscel.” “Of course, only part of it.” As she spoke, Caine and the others entered the hall, and suddenly found themselves in a spacious, open area. Here it has almost become a library, with rows of bookshelves stretching all around, reaching nearly two stories high. Staircases run beneath these shelves, connecting them through corridors, creating a three-dimensional haven of books. "One can easily imagine the owner once climbing up and down these stairs, seeking out the book he wished to read," the guide described, painting a vivid scene. No, Roscel would certainly send his servants to fetch the books—rather than do it himself... Klein silently countered. At the center of the rows of bookshelves, there are desks, chairs, and bronze lamp stands—all enclosed in glass cases, untouched by the outside world. Upon a first glance, Klein spotted a stack of manuscripts, the paper of which had taken on a yellowed hue. The manuscripts were not spread open, so one could only see the contents of the first few pages. Above, a rectangular object is depicted with detailed explanation: "This is the portable, compact version of the telegraph, enabling connection with someone holding the same device, allowing the exchange of messages, and even direct voice communication." "Better positioning is needed—I believe we can confidently look toward the sky, where there are no obstructions and signals can propagate more effectively." …… Emperor, you even overlook the smartphone! Klein couldn't help but reach up and cover his face. At that moment, the guide introduces the stack of manuscripts: "…these record the emperor's imaginative visions, his inventions yet unrealized, and the brilliance of our human civilization!" Klein didn't pay close attention to the praise, merely glancing around at other items. Suddenly, he noticed a bookmark tucked inside a hardcover book on the table. The exposed portion of the bookmark featured drawings resembling those made casually by a child. King Roscel was not particularly skilled at drawing… Just as Caine had silently mocked this in his mind, he suddenly remembered something: Roscel had once disguised a "Card of Profanation" as a bookmark and inserted it into a book! Could this be the one? Caine carefully observed the card for a few seconds without noticing anything out of the ordinary. Indeed, the King had stated that the "Card of Profanation" was inherently disruptive to divination and prophecy—normally, one would never notice its special nature. If it were so easily recognizable, the Church of Steam and Mechanics would have surely claimed it long ago. Caine shifted his gaze and examined other books, finding several that also carried bookmarks, each with distinct designs. He paused, using his "Clown" ability to subtly control his facial expressions, and asked curiously: "Are all these books that King Roscel has read?" "I'm sorry," he added, "I mean—were these the original books?" "Certainly," the female guide nodded. "Yes, these are all items from the imperial library of Emperor Roscel, including but not limited to books, manuscripts, bookmark holders, lamp stands, ink bottles... though many others have been lost during several conflicts." Kline nodded gently and examined the bookmarks once more. Roscel had mentioned in his journal that he intended to insert the 'Sacred Card' into a particularly valuable book, so that everyone would be surprised to discover that the most valuable item within it was actually a simple bookmark. Hmm, which of these books was truly valuable? Kline recalled the details from the journal, eliminating possibilities one by one. "The Age of Splendor"—not quite. "The History of the Kingdom of Intis"—no. "The Geography of the Northern Continent"—this has some promise, but not particularly strong. "The Principles of Improvement in Steam Machinery"—similarly. Kline went through them one by one, his gaze suddenly settling on the stack of manuscripts he had first encountered. There are records of earth-based items that Roscel wished to invent but could not due to lack of conditions. There is also a bookmark tucked in, depicting Roscel dressed in imperial attire.