Ten past nine in the evening.
John Ruskin, wearing a black and red bishop's robe, took Carl Holiday in a carriage and arrived at the door of the Prince of Wales's luxurious villa.
"Catherine Palace is worthy of being the masterpiece of Elysee Catherine, the architect of the Third Age. She combined the artistic style of the time with luxurious minerals. Only she could create an architectural villa that surprised the entire Third Age."
After passing the main entrance, John Ruskin and Carl Holiday, led by the valets, walked into the golden corridor consisting of the Golden Hall, the Oil Painting Hall, and the Cultural Relics Hall, where you can see agate stones and stones from the Urals at will. Obsidian, the overall combination is extremely luxurious.
Traveling to the end of the three corridors, directly in front of you is a holy platform made of black ebony.
There is a large shrine placed above, which contains the dark red cross holy symbol representing the sleeping and crimson god.
Several owl-shaped crystal chandeliers hang from the top of the shrine, and below are placed slender candles and upside-down metal domes filled with dark golden oil wax.
At this time, these candles had all been lit, illuminating the entire golden corridor brightly and cleanly, giving it an inexplicable sacred smell.
"Praise the Scarlet, praise my Lord."
John Ruskin bowed his head solemnly to the shrine, raised his right hand, tapped four times on his chest, and drew a symbol representing sleep and crimson.
"Praise the crimson, praise my Lord." Carl then solemnly drew a crimson sign.
"You need to study more and record more of the etiquette at tonight's banquet. As the holy son of St. Honavitch Church, you will inevitably interact with these nobles in the future. Also, you cannot call me teacher in formal occasions. You must use the archbishop's crown. Down."
"Okay, Your Majesty the Archbishop." Karl responded softly.
John Ruskin nodded slightly, and then, led by the valet, walked into the formal hall where the banquet began.
Karl followed Archbishop John. He glanced around and saw neatly arranged crystal seats in the splendid hall, and saw aristocratic guests dressed in extraordinary clothes.
Among them, the male gentlemen all dress similarly, with tuxedos, suits, and of course, exquisite and beautiful mustaches.
In the Kingdom of Ghent, nobles and gentlemen not only compete with each other to see whose hat is taller and whose collar is more exquisite, but also whose beard is more beautiful.
Compared with men, young women's dressing up is much more complicated.
Their large and gorgeous dresses use a lot of lace, and their swan-like necks are dotted with shining gemstone necklaces and various precious jewelry. The overall outfit is bright and sexy. If you look carefully, you can even see it. A large expanse of snow-white chest and slender collarbones on both sides.
Of course, this is not absolute. A small number of people dress quite conservatively. Their dresses are mainly in dark colors, and even the stockings on their legs are pure black.
In the Kingdom of Ghent, this meant they were widows or divorced ladies.
In addition to these, Karl also saw representatives of bishops from other churches, including two bishops with golden hair. For some reason, they looked extremely uncooperative, and the momentum between the two sides seemed to be a feud.
Karl didn't pay much attention. This was an impolite behavior. He followed the footman into the hall and began to greet the nobles he knew. Archbishop John chatted with other archbishops and noble councilors... .
...
Second floor of Catherine Palace!
Lilith Moore, who was dressed up, was sitting in the lounge, waiting for the celebration party to begin. In front of her was the opened admission notice, which read:
"Dear Mr./Miss Lilith Moore, you have been successfully admitted to St. Honavitch University. Please arrive at the 9643 steam train platform on December 12, 1751, and take the extraordinary train to enter..."
call......
Lilith breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, her father, the Prince of Wales, and her mother, Baroness Victoria, knocked on the door and came in, praising in unison:
"Baby, it's time to go out. Tonight is your college entrance dinner. Everyone is waiting for you, including Mr. Karl."
Carl?
Mom and Dad are a little strange tonight, as if they came here specifically to tell me?
Lilith exhaled slowly, turned her eyes slightly, and immediately broke out into an elegant smile.
"OK!"
"Let's go, my dear little princess."
Accompanied by her father and mother, Lilith walked out of the lounge and entered the party hall. Under the astonishing gazes, she took the arm of the Prince of Wales and walked to the center of the hall stage.
"Everyone!"
The Prince of Wales faced all the guests with a smile. He paused and said:
"Thank you for coming to attend my daughter's admission dinner today. Today, she will officially become a freshman at St. Honavitch University. At the same time, I will also solemnly introduce her to you."
"My beloved daughter, Lilith Moore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, rows of huge fireworks rose into the sky from outside the Catherine Palace, exploding into pieces of dreamy and bright light in the center.
December 8, 1751, was destined to be an extraordinary night...
.........
Florence, the black island.
boom!
The sudden sound of gunshots came from the darkness. Jack D. Sparrow gently blew on the silver-white revolver in his hand, and a burst of pungent and illusory white smoke slowly floated away from the muzzle of the gun.
Wendy stared in horror at the black hole in his chest where blood was flowing. His eyes widened and he turned back in disbelief to look at Captain Jack who was standing behind him. He still kept firing.
"Captain, why?"
Jack pressed the tip of his gun against the brim of his triangular hat, then tilted his head and looked at the entrance to the dark temple just around the corner, and said expressionlessly.
"Do you know? Although Wendy is reckless in doing things, he will never say the word 'understand' in front of me. He will not make decisions without authorization. He will only wait for me to speak!"
"You know what? Wendy doesn't know how to call first mate. He only calls John Ming after him. Sometimes he even brings his last name, because they are cousins and they come from Zambia. This is very important. "
"I don't know what you are, but it's obvious that you play the role very poorly. Your IQ is not even as good as that of a short-haired prairie dog."
After listening to Jack's story, Wendy saw that the matter had been exposed, and the painful expression of being shot before disappeared immediately.
He looked gloomily at the wound that was bleeding. There seemed to be countless twisted worms slowly stirring inside, extending out one tiny tentacle after another, as if they were being repaired.
"You are very hard to lie. If you follow me and walk in, maybe you won't have such a painful experience."
"Would you like to consider another option, you come with me?"
Jack raised the silver revolver in his hand and pointed the gun at Wendy.
"Bullets don't work on me."
Under the light of the torch burning with red flames, Wendy's body had been completely distorted and transformed. His mouth was split to the back of his head, countless tentacles protruded from it, and his limbs began to rapidly fester.
Jack looked at Wendy who had no human form. He sneered and said in ancient Hermes:
"storm!"
As Jack pulled the trigger again, a 'bang' sound and the pop of the hammer hitting the primer came from his ears.
The next second, gorgeous flowers exploded on Wendy's tentacle-covered forehead, and silvery white liquid mixed with thick things flowed out of it. This is the purification effect that occurs when Neptune's bullets hit pollution.
