In the majestic palace completely covered by gray-white sea water, after the last figure disappeared, the ancient silence returned to the royal court, as if it had not changed since ancient times.
Weinerson slowly opened his eyes, and the symbol composed of the hidden eye and twisted tentacles quickly reappeared and disappeared. Only then did he realize that the bright sunshine at noon had already set, and the time on the clock hanging on the wall had already Came to 4:23pm.
He was still sitting in his apartment room, with Jason's diary on the long table next to him.
Returning to reality again, Weinerson's mood was much calmer than before.
As spiritual intuition continues to be touched, the two figures outlined in my heart become increasingly clear.
"The changes brought to the body after touching the extraordinary are truly miraculous. Many things can even be clearly perceived without looking at them with eyes."
With a slight sigh, he stood up and walked slowly to the door, reaching for the door handle. Just as he was about to turn it, he heard the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole and turning.
"Crunch——"
The door opened, and what came into view were two men in their early twenties, wearing linen cotton clothes and with long brown hair. They were standing on the left and right at the door. Unlocking gesture.
The figure outlined in his mind quickly overlapped with reality. Weinerson immediately relaxed and greeted with a smile:
"Good afternoon, my dear brother Miss, brother Gropius."
Weinerson welcomed them back to the room. They were his two elder brothers, Irene's two younger brothers, Mies van der Rohe and Gropius van der Rohe.
Of course, everyone who knew the Van der Rohe family on Mink Street knew very well that Mies and Gropius had been working as porters on the docks since they were eighteen years old. The reason why they worked so hard was actually for their youngest brother. ,Vinerson van der Rohe, who has extraordinary talent for art!
"Good afternoon, Weinerson."
Miss took off her woolen coat and hung it on the tawny clothes hanger beside the bed. Then she turned around and asked:
"How is your art review going? The exam is coming up in two days. Do you need Gropius and I to accompany you then?"
"Sorry Mies, Gropius, I don't want to deceive you. In fact, my review is very poor and I am not sure at all."
Weinerson spread his hands and replied expressionlessly.
"Uh...ah...ah?"
Miss was stunned for a moment, a little surprised by the answer. He coughed twice with a dry laugh, and then added:
"It's okay, Weinerson. After all, you are still young and have just been exposed to art for a short time. Let's take our time, take our time."
"That's just a school problem. I've said it before. Most of the time, they only focus on the nobles, just like the short-haired groundhog only stares at the cookies. Well, but Mies said That’s right, Weinerson, you are still young, don’t be discouraged.”
Mies is still the same doting person, and so is Gropius, who likes to taunt the nobles with examples of gray humor. They are the same as his brother in his memory.
Seeing Mies and Gropius starting to comfort him, Weinerson immediately patted the shoulders of the two brothers with his hand, changed the subject and added with a chuckle:
"Although I am not sure about the art exam, I received a special notification today that I have been admitted to another university in advance, St. Honavitch University. The admission notice will arrive in the next few days, and it will not be more than one at the latest. Week."
He would go to Uncle Cotterman's house in the morning to buy lamb, and when he came back he met the night watchman Joseph Paxton, and his invitation to college, which he repeated to Mies and Gropius.
After Mies heard this, his eyes were a little dull, and Gropius opened his mouth. After a short silence, he quickly took out a folded newspaper from his pocket and spread it on the table. He searched for it for a long time. Then point to a certain place and say:
"Weinason, are you sure it's St. Honavitch University?"
"Yes, what's wrong, Gropius, is there a problem?"
Strange, this was the first time I saw Gropius showing such an expression. Normally, shouldn't he praise this university for its smart move in admitting me, and then continue to mock other universities as pheasants?
Miss also curiously cast her gaze over. The morning news above was dated three months ago, and the title was the joint unified examination plan between St. Honavitch University and Ghent Maritime University.
"The address of this school is in the Federal Mountains? I've heard of this place in Port Pulse before. It doesn't seem to be in the Kingdom of Ghent. It's quite far away."
Mies frowned and wondered in curiosity. Overall, this university looks very good. The cover of the newspaper also fits the image in her inner imagination. It is solemn, majestic, ancient and sacred. The only shortcoming is that it is far away from Faslanca. Too far away.
He was a little afraid that Weinerson would not be used to being so far away from home, and Irene would also be very worried about Weinerson being alone at school. As time went by, he couldn't help but secretly take a steam train to visit.
“The school’s address is indeed located in the Federal Mountains, and St. Honavitch University’s ranking is very high in the Kingdom of Ghent, belonging to the top ten. The university has church and royal backgrounds, which is similar to Ghent University, Hutton Mar University, It is as famous as Guangming Polytechnic, Ghent Maritime University and other super-first-class colleges, and it is no worse than Heston University of Fine Arts."
After Gropius finished speaking, he dropped the newspaper on the table, stepped forward and patted Weinerson, with admiration flowing in his amber eyes.
"This university is different from those pheasant colleges. It is a truly top-notch college. Miss and I heard such good news just after we returned from our trip. Weinerson, you have done a great job. Well, when Eileen comes back, tonight We have to celebrate, go buy some beef or mutton later?”
Come, sure enough, the ridicule will be late, but it will never be absent.
If someone accepted me, it would be a first-class university. If they didn't, it would be Pheasant College. I have to say that Gropius's love for the original owner, Vinerson, can be said to be the most special among the three brothers and sisters.
Compared to Gropius' excitement, the smile on Mies's lips became more intense, but he didn't say much, he just watched quietly. As the elder brother of the two, he seemed much more mature.
"I have bought lamb in advance. Oh, by the way, there is another strange thing today. I went to the commodity area to buy ingredients in the morning, and the grains seemed to have dropped, including lamb."
Weinerson continued in a tone of half confusion and half joy: "Three decrees are not enough on weekdays. I didn't use them up today."
"Yes, I actually noticed it, Wienerson. If you have read the Faslanka Morning News recently, you will understand that this all comes down to the repeal of the Corn Laws."
"At the beginning, the upper class hoped to maintain high food prices through tariff protection, so they passed the so-called Corn Bill. You can understand it as a kind of trade protectionism, which maintains the interests of a minority class by maintaining high food prices."
"Trade protection?"
After thinking for a while, Weinerson immediately realized that no matter where interests are involved, the arrow of exploitation points to the common people and the working class. Of course, this is indeed in line with the arrogance and ugliness of the small number of aristocrats. manner.
Mies nodded slightly, glanced at Gropius, and then continued to say to Weinerson:
"When you wanted to eat toast, Gropius only had 3 pennies in his pocket. He couldn't even buy a pound. In the end, he stole a piece and was almost caught by the shopkeeper."
"In fact, this damn corn law should have been abolished long ago, but it is not too late now. The main reason is that the industrial and commercial circles in society hope that cheap foreign food can be freely imported to reduce wages and raw material costs. After all, in the "hungry age", The workers' opposition was unstoppable. They formed the League Against Corn Laws and took to the streets to demonstrate. The royal family was afraid that things would get worse and worse, and would eventually be abolished. In the history of the Kingdom of Ghent, this was one of the few major kingdoms to give in. event."
After Gropius finished speaking, he immediately stretched out his hands to pinch his waist, raised his head high, and then imitated:
"Abolition, abolition!"
"Look, that's it. They marched for more than a month, thanks to this group of people..."
.........
Hutton Mar, Cashton District, inside the Moore Luxury Villa!
Lilith Moore opened her eyes in front of the mirror, and her ruby-like pupils gradually became colored. She raised her weak and slender arms and pinched her cheeks with her palms. It was like a dream. She couldn't believe what had just happened. encounter.
The floor-length mirror in front of her, engraved with ancient patterns, seemed to be a little different, and looked more mysterious.
Is it a dream?
She looked carefully, and suddenly through the mirror, she saw a "white light spot" flowing in the red pupil of her right eye. In the center of the light spot, a pattern consisting of a hidden eye and twisted tentacles quickly emerged. Then it gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared in the pupils.
It was only then that Lilith was sure that she was not dreaming, but actually participated in an ancient secret society gathering and became a member of the secret society.
"This is really a perfect experience and beginning, Lilith. You are now a member of the secret society and have worked hard to grow up."
Lilith whispered, and just as she was about to leave, the voice of the personal maid Nia came from upstairs, with a hint of trembling.
"Miss, where have you been during this afternoon? We can't find you."
Lilith turned her head and saw Nia running downstairs quickly and coming to her side. She asked again with a worried look on her face:
"Miss, where did you go this afternoon?"
"I accidentally fell asleep on the balcony on the third floor. You know, it's raining today, so it's a good time to take a nap. It will relax your whole body."
Lilith blinked and spoke neither fast nor slow.
“While rainy days are great for taking a nap, you’ll have to let us know in advance next time.”
Nia circled around Lilith, checking carefully, and then relaxed after making sure everything was normal.
After all, a secret organization specializing in assassinating nobles had been committing crimes in Hutton Mar recently, and she did not want her young lady to suffer any malicious harm.
"Miss, it's time for us to set off. His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales's carriage has been waiting outside the villa for a long time."
