Not just anyone has the guts to spend the night in a museum. However, for Jaro Wojciek, who has worked hard for twenty-two years, spending the night here has become a common thing.
Due to the many rare treasures on display, some events did occur in the museum that cannot be made public. However, as an ordinary person, Yaro has survived the incident safely every time with his caution and alertness. It is precisely because of this that he believes that he has completely conquered this place that is home to many secrets. The museum at night is no longer messy.
Tonight, after having a late-night snack and drinking some wine in the office, it was time for patrol again. So he picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. Before standing up, he tightened his previously loosened belt, lit the bull's-eye lamp, and walked out of the office door.
He is used to patrol counterclockwise, looking at the second floor before looking at the first floor. Today he also plans to follow the old habit - it is good to be conservative and there is no need to change the tradition.
Walking through the huge exhibition hall with a lantern, he came to the Medieval Hall, where some medieval armors were displayed. He once asked interns to patrol at night. Because those armors standing in the dark were really scary, the young man refused to leave after patrolling here.
Recalling the expression of the intern back then, Yaro chuckled, stroked his beard, and walked towards the row of armors. When the bull's-eye lantern illuminated the rusty armor, Yaro frowned - what was that?
After seeing it clearly, he walked over aggressively, and with a little annoyance, took off the weird half-black, half-white hat from the noble knight's head.
Is this another trick of some boring tourist? !
These people don’t know how to maintain basic respect for history and cultural relics! Jareau's good mood, which had been enhanced by roasted quail and wine, was suddenly ruined by this strange hat.
He didn't want to patrol with this strange thing, and he didn't want to go back too far to put it back in the office, so he placed it on the table outside the Medieval Museum and continued patrolling.
By the time he reached the Opera Wax Museum, Jarraud's lungs were about to explode. He saw that the gorgeous headdress on the lovely "Miss Sissi" was taken off and replaced by a black and white wide-brimmed hat!
Holding the wooden stick on his belt tightly, Yaro strode over and took off the hat.
Walking out of the wax museum, Yaro suddenly realized something: after inspecting three museums, he found two hats. Could that bored tourist have played this prank in almost every museum?
Thinking of this, the administrator squinted his eyes and started walking back. He planned to take back the hat from before. He wanted to see how many hats that guy had put in the museum!
When he returned to the entrance of the Medieval Hall, Jareau's neck stretched forward unconsciously - the light illuminated the empty table. The hat from before is gone.
Yaro swallowed his saliva, raised the hat in his hand and looked at it...
Someone is hiding in the museum?
Are you trying to scare me with this low-level prank?
Jaro Wojciek sneered. He thought for a moment, put his hat back on the table, turned around and pretended to continue patrolling. After walking a short distance and confirming that there was no one behind him, he screwed up the lampshade, pretended that he had gone far, hid behind a huge vase, and peeked at the hat——
If that guy's purpose is to play a prank, then he will definitely show up to get the hat, as long as he shows up...
Yaro's eyes widened as he stared at the hat. The silvery gray of the full moon outside the window sprinkled on the hat, and he saw a dozen slender legs stretching out from under the brim. The black and white of the legs depended on which half they were on, as if there was a black and white spider hidden in the hat!
The hat followed the table leg to the ground and crawled away at an eerie speed.
In order not to scream, Yaro raised his hand to cover his mouth. Feeling something tap on his numb shoulder, he turned his head subconsciously and saw a smiling face in black and white.
"What did you see that made you so scared?" Edshu grinned.
"Have you seen this little guy?" The God of Mischief raised his black and white hat and pointed the inside of the hat towards the administrator. More than a dozen spider legs kicked up and down in the air, making a scalp-numbing sound. Yaro saw the scene under the hat, and his face instantly turned pale, which matched the moonlight on the ground.
He opened his mouth, but could no longer shout, so he could only direct his messy body to turn around and run away.
After running a few steps, he was stopped by the black and white weirdo. The black hand stretched out, with the palm facing down, and a pocket watch made a pendulum movement: "Sleep, sleep... forget everything you just saw..."
The frightened Yaro was obviously not hypnotized. His legs were shaking violently and cold sweat was dripping from his chin.
Edshu pursed his lips in embarrassment, took off his hat, threw his pocket watch back, and then took out a huge wooden stick from the hat. The wooden stick hit the administrator on the head, and Yaro fell down and fainted.
"This thing still works..." Ed smiled happily and put the wooden stick back into his hat.
After seeing Wright do all this in the shadow, Alicia walked out.
Wright's appearance reappeared, with a tired look on his face: "This guy probably knew I was leaving, so he made a particularly fierce fuss..."
After moving the administrator back to the office, the two came to the alchemy hall.
The ground here is paved with malachite green marble, which is inlaid with complex gold lines, solidifying the most primitive alchemical motto "Jade Record" on the ground.
The Prague Museum has the most comprehensive collection of alchemy in Europe, which can be called a history of alchemy of artifacts.
The alchemy hall is divided into three small halls, each corresponding to the top alchemy masters that have ever appeared in Europe - the "Three Masters of Alchemy".
Using his toes to carefully circle around the Latin strokes on the ground, Wright led Alicia toward the hall on the far right. In the process, Alicia caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. That figure was bathed in the moonlight, and she suddenly recalled the beautiful scene she had witnessed in Ocean City——
At this moment, bathing in the moonlight was a young girl with short hair. However, that is not the real "Rose under the Moon", but a model restored by later generations based on Dal Finch's manuscript. Many historians believe that because the technology recorded in the manuscript is so incredible, the legendary Rose under the Moon does not actually exist.
And those serious legends are just a kind of deification of the founder of precision alchemy...
What they didn't know was... the perfect figure with silver hair and red eyes flashed before the female chess player's eyes. What they didn't know was that not only was she real, but she was too beautiful to be described in words.
Believe what you see, and even have some confidence in the miracles you have never seen... Such an unsolidified heart is probably the best way to experience this world.
The two finally entered the exhibition hall belonging to the "Dawn Warlock". Looking at the glassware, crucibles and ancient objects placed in the display window, Wright felt as if he was in another world - after traveling for hundreds of years, he seemed to have walked into his father's house again. Workroom.
Thinking about the things he saw, Wright fell into a long silence.
Perhaps, among all human beings, he is the only one who understands one truth: every existence actually needs rest, and endless life is a kind of torture.
They searched in this small hall, and finally, with the help of the faint moonlight, they saw the thing.
It was one of the antiquities studied by Nierman Flamel. However, people did not understand its significance, so it was just placed in a display cabinet in the corner and was easily ignored.
It looked unremarkable, and the copper surface was already mottled green.
That thing looked like a teapot, but it was actually an Arabic-shaped oil lamp. Only Alicia knows what it means——
That's where all the philosopher's stones in the world come from.
