The Frank Apartments at No. 31 Mink Street are a row of stacked apartments, which are more ancient than the Gothic clock tower that looks quite old. The two can be seen from the architectural style.
The landlord of Frank's apartment is a person who likes to pursue art. Every year, he hires a painter to repaint the paint on the outside of the wall according to his own preferences. This year, it is in the style of gears and steam, which makes the exposed barometer and gas meter more attractive. The fixtures and pipes add a humorous touch of modernity.
Entering the inner streets, most of the stone roads under your feet are paved with black bricks and poured with a certain amount of cement. From time to time, they are also dotted with red or purple pottery kiln bricks. These are the bricks used in the palace that have only become popular recently. They come from the southern continent. It is said that it is intricately decorated and is in the standard Baroque style.
Fortunately, this is not a rural area and there are brick and cement roads. Otherwise, it would be muddy if it rained, especially in winter.
Of course, this is thanks to the architect Joseph Asperdin, who created cement from limestone and clay, which greatly improved the current built environment, at least compared to the era I read about in modern history in college. Be strong.
Weinerson stepped on the ground firmly and commented in a low voice.
Soon, he returned to the door of Frank's apartment, pressed his hat with his right hand as usual, then opened the door of the apartment and entered with a clang.
The corridor was still dark after 9 o'clock, but the temperature had indeed risen a lot. At least the coldness was no longer so severe. Weinerson quickly went up the stairs, entered the room, sat at the desk in direct sunlight, and enjoyed the warmth of being embraced by the sun. .
It is close to the New Year and it is winter, but Faslanca is located in the south of the Kingdom of Ghent, backed by the Prydz Sea, and has a unique intersection of temperate maritime climate and subtropical climate.
The annual winter temperature is relatively warm compared to other areas. Of course, this is also consistent with the temperature characteristics of large-scale potato cultivation.
"But it's hard to say whether those homeless people on the streets, who live in sewage and smelly sewers, will survive until the New Year. Relatively speaking, I am lucky."
While thinking and sighing, Weinerson had already put the lamb, peas, potatoes and other things into the cupboard, took out the breakfast that Irene had prepared in the morning, moved the stove out of the corner, lit a fire with black charcoal, and cooked a pot Hot water.
Before the water started to boil, he had put the brown bread and shepherd's purse soup into his mouth.
The dry and rough black bread was obviously a bit hard, the shepherd's purse soup had a light salty taste, and the root fiber was bitter and sour. Overall, it was not delicious...
Unfortunately, this is a different world. Many families may not even have shepherd's purse soup. I shouldn't be picky. Weinerson cursed while forcibly swallowing the black bread and the blackened soup base.
After finishing breakfast in a hurry, the hunger in his abdomen subsided. Weinerson burped. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, then sat comfortably on the wooden chair by the window. Bask in the warmth of the sun again.
Under the bright sunshine, he cast his eyes on the charcoal strips, gouache paint, sketch paper and other things on the desk, and his thoughts began to spread.
Heston Academy of Fine Arts, as one of the earliest art academies established in the Kingdom of Ghent, is also named after Hetton Mar University and Kingdom University of Technology. These are famous schools that have stood in the northern continent for hundreds of years.
In about a week, it's time for admissions to the century-old Heston School of Fine Arts. This is the only way to change the fate of the family.
However, I have now confirmed my admission to St. Honavitch University. According to Officer Joseph Paxton’s description, the admission notice will be sent no later than a week, probably in the last few days. Although it is of a ecclesiastical nature, But it shouldn’t be too bad, right?
Thinking about it carefully, I seem to have heard a similar name of a university before, well... I can't remember it, but I finally have books to read, and it lived up to the expectations of Irene, Mies, and Gropius.
.........
On the banks of the Rhine River, on the second floor of Langchamp Church!
"Besik, stop, my tarot divination is very accurate."
A tall, middle-aged man with a beard, a black hood, and a black robe painted with complex and obscure runes was chasing the silver-haired boy throughout the library.
Standing nearby was a girl with long ink-blue hair and an exquisite white palace dress who kept shaking her head as she watched the two of them.
"Frank, you are not a clergyman on the path of artist or flute player, and you have no talent for mysticism, so stop struggling..." the girl sighed and reminded helplessly.
"Elena, please help me quickly, Frank is crazy." Besik looked helplessly at the girl in front of him while running away.
At this moment, the door of Langxiang Library opened with a roar, and a figure wearing a black tuxedo, a top hat, and a gold cane stood at the door and appeared in front of everyone.
The bright and warm sunlight shines through the huge glass window and shines on the back of the figure. Due to the blocking of the light, a blur of darkness is formed in the front, making it impossible to see the specific appearance of the person's face.
tread!
Tap!
As the figures moved around, the air in the library slowly solidified, and everything around them seemed to freeze at this moment. Frank and Besik stopped chasing and escaping at the same time, and just stared blankly at the figure walking directly in front of them.
"Good morning, captain!" Elena bent down, lifted up her skirt, and saluted the figure in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, Besik and Frank also bowed slightly, nodded and saluted:
"Good morning, Captain!"
Joseph Paxton, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat, walked out of the shadows, walked directly to the captain's table and sat down. He still had a warm smile on his face and nodded gently to the three of them.
"Besik, have the materials and application been submitted?"
"I submitted it as soon as I came back last night. The church attaches great importance to this. It won't even take a week. Lord Saint Samuel will come with the admission notice in the past two days. The archbishop is also afraid that Weinerson will be snatched away by other churches." Bexie replied solemnly.
After hearing this, Joseph hummed, then turned to look at Frank, who was wearing a black robe and a hood, and asked expressionlessly:
"Frank, I saw your apartment today. I remember that you like steam and machinery this year, don't you? Also, are you holding a crystal ball and Tarot cards?"
"Captain, I...I was just joking with little Besik."
Frank smiled awkwardly, quickly put it away for divination and other things, and then answered thoughtfully.
"No, you misunderstood. I can see that you are in such a mental state. I am relieved."
Joseph opened the drawer at his feet, picked up the black pipe from inside, stuffed it with tobacco leaves and mint leaves, then put it to his nose, took a deep sniff, and said with a smile in his gray-blue eyes:
"Have you checked that... sketch? What did the church say?"
"In the Underground Cathedral of Hutton Mar, Archbishop John Ruskin tried to use Sealed Artifact 1-101 Mr. Black Sheepskin for divination, but he did not get the corresponding picture. The only certainty is that it did not come from the four orthodox gods. The honor is not a known evil god in ancient times, but more like an ancient god who has resurrected from a certain historical stage. The specific information has been submitted to the church headquarters in the Federal Mountains, requesting a divination from Triple Crown Michael."
"Well, the incident that happened this time reminded me of that person from the late Yuan Dynasty in the Middle Ages."
Joseph pointed to his feet and said in a somewhat erratic voice:
"The third underground floor, the Raphael Necropolis, contains the Baikal gloves that were used by the man. Unfortunately, they are too polluted and cannot be used normally..."
"Is it God Killer Cybertron?" Elena blinked her green eyes curiously and asked in confirmation.
"Yes, it was this legendary strong man from the Byzantine Empire. He invented the steam engine, improved the three-masted sailing ship, researched airships... overthrew the old dynasty and became the chief consul of the new kingdom. Of course, he was also the chief consul of the new kingdom. The first person to kill a god at the end of this era and the beginning of this era was the Tuduo Dynasty in the Eastern Continent. Their concept of divine right of kings came from Mr. Cybertron."
Elena heard the captain's voice, she nodded slightly, and her thoughts went back to the time when she sat in her grandmother's arms and listened to the story.
This legendary figure named Cybertron was not only a great inventor, but also a famous tyrant overseas.
It once relied on force to make Eastern Rome, Western Rome, the Kingdom of Turman, the Kingdom of Ghent, Florence and other powerful countries in the southeastern continent bow their heads one after another, and then changed the kingdom to an empire. At the same time, it also successfully hunted the slave gods and called itself "The Godslayer!"
During the reign of Cybertron, he invented the steam sailing ship and helped the Poseidon Church to find the ancient ghost ship in the Baltic Sea. In July of the same year, amid the storms and turbulence of the Southern Ocean, he found the passage to the Far North Continent. The waterway of Rum Continent has since begun the era of mutual colonization between different continental plates.
Unfortunately, after he reached middle age, he was betrayed by his own brother Sesi Mi and completely disappeared from the Zhanbaiting Empire.
There are many rumors about the Godslayer of Cybertron. The most common version circulated among the Night's Watch is that when this big man was born, a mysterious and obscure power came to Zambitium. That power belonged to a great hidden existence. , but this should be false...
Thinking of this, Elena paused unconsciously, partly because the related memories later were too mythical, and partly because the scenes depicted in the legend were somewhat similar...
After thinking for a moment, her eyes suddenly widened, her whole body shook uncontrollably, and then she made a loud sound.
"The mysterious power of the Harvest Church...the mysterious power of Zombatine, isn't it true? It sounds ridiculous, Captain!"
Bexi and Frank looked at the surprised Elena. The expressions on their faces were quite calm, because from the beginning of the investigation and notification to the archbishop, they had vaguely guessed what the captain meant, and immediately thought of it. this problem.
However, they did not ask rashly like Elena. As believers of the Sleeping and Crimson God, teachers of the Honavitch Church, and night watchmen of the official clergy team, it was only right to remain silent and obey orders.
Joseph held the pipe in one hand, opened the creation myth record placed on the table and said:
"The original creator, Emperor Borodea, created the original ancient gods. Among them, Gaia, the mother of the earth, gave birth to second-generation gods such as dragons, giants, elves, and primitive people. Then humans benefited from the wisdom of the second-generation gods. The birth of the world, the succession of epochs, and the gradual emergence of human beings onto the world stage rely on more than just smart and extraordinary heads. From the creation myth, we can get a simple and clear conclusion, that is, reincarnation, whether it is reincarnation or reincarnation. Those ancient existences, or the tiny potato seeds, are all circulating..."
