socalfunplaces Chapter 251 Commemorative Exhibition
Chapter 251 Commemorative Exhibition
Chapter 251 Commemorative Exhibition
West End, 2 Kings Road, Kingdom Museum.
"There are quite a few people at the entrance!" Lorne remarked, looking at the long queue at the museum entrance.
It's not early, and it's not the weekend, but there's still a long queue outside.
"As expected, it's because there's such a lack of entertainment options in this era—"
According to Lorne's own understanding, ordinary workers in this era have almost no leisure time for themselves, apart from their heavy work.
For the relatively well-off middle class, entertainment options are quite limited, mainly consisting of reading newspapers, novels, operas or concerts, or visiting parks, exhibitions, and going on vacation.
For Lorne, the allure of these activities paled in comparison to the internet; if he could, he would love to surf the web again.
Today, he invited Fors to come to the Roselle exhibition together. Partly to commemorate this time-traveling predecessor, and partly to take this opportunity to inquire about the nobility from Fors.
"Sorry I'm late!"
A slightly breathless female voice came from beside him.
Lorne turned around and looked, slightly lost in thought.
Today, Fors was dressed in a well-tailored off-white long dress, wearing a small round hat decorated with light colors, and carrying an exquisite handbag, looking every bit the literary young woman.
This is a completely different person from the disheveled, homebody she appeared to be when we first met.
"It's nothing, I just arrived too," Lorne replied with a smile, snapping out of his reverie.
"Did you bring your notebook?"
"Of course!" Fors smiled, took a small notebook from her bag, and waved it in front of him. "This is the perfect opportunity to jot down some material!"
She didn't look away immediately, but tilted her head slightly, staring at Lorne's face with an inquisitive gaze.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Lorne noticed her gaze and touched his cheek.
"It's nothing," Fors shook her head. "I just didn't expect you to invite me to come see the exhibition with you."
"Isn't it normal for friends to go to an exhibition together?" Lorne replied matter-of-factly.
"Although we were just pen pals before, we're already quite familiar with each other, aren't we?"
"Besides, I also hope you can accumulate enough inspiration as soon as possible. I've been waiting for your new book for a long time."
Lorne's tone was amiable, and his reasons were quite valid.
"Really? I'll try my best." Fors smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed, as she was somewhat unsure about the progress of her new book.
Next, Lorne escorted Fors, shielding her from the crowds, and helped her enter the exhibition hall smoothly, behaving quite like a gentleman.
"It's a pity there's no incense for sale here, otherwise I would have lit a few sticks to pay my respects to this fellow villager," Lorne muttered to himself.
"Should we light a few cigarettes at the door before we leave?" This idea was quickly rejected by Lorne.
"Forget it, this is just an exhibition hall, not a tomb. It's not really appropriate to do this. We can talk about these things when we have a chance to go to Intis later." "Distinguished guests, what's on display here are everyday items used by Emperor Roselle."
"Look, everyone, that's the flush toilet he used, and it's the first flush toilet in the modern sense!" A young female guide was introducing it to the tourists around her with great excitement.
This is just a toilet, yet it's inlaid with gold trim. That's too ostentatious! Russell's aesthetic sense is truly indescribable—Lorne thought to himself as he looked at the glittering gold-plated toilet in the glass display case.
Wait a minute—...Emperor Roselle, the Golden Toilet...The combination of "Emperor" and "Golden Toilet"...Thinking of a famous meme, Lorne couldn't help but chuckle.
Rosell probably wouldn't go so far as to cosplay some emperor sitting on a golden toilet, would he?
Unlike Lorne's sarcastic tone, Fors beside him had her eyes shining, completely captivated by this "imperial luxury." She took out her notebook and excitedly began taking notes, muttering, "Emperor Roselle's life is truly extravagant!"
"He is the emperor after all," Lorne chimed in.
Just then, the female guide pointed to the display case next to her and said in an even more excited tone:
"This is one of the notebooks left behind by Emperor Roselle, and it uses a unique set of symbols that he created and that has yet to be fully deciphered—"
Russell's Diary?!
Lorne's attention was drawn to it. He went to the display case and carefully examined the open notebook.
"March 6th, damn it, the food here is making me constipated!"
"Are all the ladies of Intis this open on March 17th?"
this--
The contents of the diary made Lorne's lips twitch slightly. Especially when he heard the female guide beside him narrating in a tone filled with romance and pathos:
"Perhaps these mysterious symbols are a unique pact between Emperor Roselle and the woman he loved most. They used this method to record their longing for each other, but for various reasons, they could never truly be together."
Upon hearing this, Lorne could no longer contain himself.
I don't think Russell would discuss constipation with the woman he loves.
Hmm, it seems—these are all rather uninformative diary entries. Lorne looked at the few pages of diary displayed in the showcase, somewhat disappointed.
"Besides, Russell's handwriting is really quite mediocre, almost as good as mine when I write with my left hand. The official collection's quality is just so-so." Just as he was slightly lost in thought, staring at Russell's notes, Fors beside him suddenly spoke in a hesitant and apologetic tone:
"Um, Lorne—I, I did something I'm sorry for?"
"Um?"
Fors looked up and stared at Lorne's face: "I accidentally broke the pen you gave me."
"Oh, that? It's nothing," Lorne replied instinctively, not really paying attention.
and many more!
As soon as he said it, he realized something was wrong.
Was my answer too casual? It's as if I already knew about this.
"You seem—very calm. Don't you care at all?" Fors keenly noticed this, her tone carrying a sense of disappointment at being ignored, mixed with a hint of inquiry.
"A writer's intuition, is it really that strong?" Lorne's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly controlled his expression, revealing a gentle smile:
"Now that I've given you that pen, it's yours. It's no big deal if it gets damaged accidentally, and I believe you, Fors, didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fors stared at Lorne for a couple more times, making him feel uneasy, before smiling and nodding slightly, saying, "It's good that you can forgive me."
"I was worried you'd think I didn't appreciate the things you gave me."
"Of course not, we're friends."
The two then chatted briefly about pens, and the atmosphere seemed to have returned to its previous harmonious state.
"That was close! I almost gave myself away without even realizing it." Lorne breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little helpless.
"I was planning to use the exhibition as an opportunity to get some information from her, but it feels like she's the one testing me instead. Sigh—"
Just as the two were talking, not far away, a woman wearing a girlish pale yellow cake dress, but with a black, old-fashioned soft hat that completely contradicted the style of the dress, was silently observing Lorne and Fors beside him through the hanging fine checkered veil.
"It seems that the rumors on the high seas about Monkey Brando's womanizing ways are not unfounded."