"From yesterday to now, Your Majesty seems to have not held meetings all day." Cumberland, who was invited to attend the official banquet, took a sip of the wine in the glass, frowned and said to Emerson: "Bah, the taste of this wine. It's like swill!"

While flipping through the official directory, Emerson joked: "Your Majesty may have something urgent to deal with... In terms of diet, you have never been so picky before. When you crusade against the clan of the barbarian country, it is mixed with the rain of mud, you Wouldn’t it be fun to drink as well?"

Cumberland put down the wine glass, looked at the actors on the stage in the distance, and shook his head and said, "Look at this awkward acting, and then look at these fancy costumes, not to mention. Those inexplicable soundtracks! The performances of these guys did not show even one part of the tragic and majesty of the war epic. You don’t know, the history of Samuel’s siege I saw a few days ago, that scene , The atmosphere, and the music, it's simply..."

　　 Emerson interrupted his old friend: "You can't expect a bunch of actors to perform real history. Besides, you never cared about this kind of entertainment in the past."

Cumberland sighed and said, "As the saying goes, good days always make people slack off. What's more, I have been accustomed to drinking the wines of heaven and seeing the truth of history. Let me get in touch with these, really. Somewhat unacceptable."

　　 Emerson closed the book in his hand: "Let’s change the subject, what do you think about the kingdom of heaven we discussed in the past?"

"Don't you think again, questioning the existence of the kingdom of heaven?!" Cumberland flushed and blew his beard: "Look at the things inside-the mirror image of history can be reproduced, the picture revealing destiny, and There are countless machines that don’t know what to do. Have you read anything similar in the "Bible"?!"

"I'm not questioning the existence of heaven, I'm just helping you sort out the relationship between your majesty and heavenly Father." Emerson pointed to the cross on the chest of the old knight: "Just like you just said, in heaven The things that appear are not mentioned in a single word in any church scripture. From a logical point of view, everything in the kingdom of heaven cannot be fabricated or imagined. It must be real, so..."

Seeing the old knight still looking confused, Emerson hated iron and steel and patted his head: "This creates a contradiction. People think that the Son is the apostle of the Father, but this apostle The things that are brought are incompatible with the things of the Heavenly Father Church and the Orthodox Church, and there is no connection at all. Even these things are far more real and reliable than the visions in the scriptures. …"

　　 Cumberland took a breath when he heard this, "What do you mean?!"

"Think about it, think about what kind of existence our Majesty is." Emerson left behind the old knight who was caught in the wild, and looked at the theater stage, sipped a sip of red wine, and then spit it on the ground again: "You said That's right, this wine is **** horrible!"

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　　 Twilight West Side Craftsman Guild, Aiden Kom’s hidden workshop.

　　 Old Aiden picked up a musket that had just been imitated, weighed it in his hand, and said bitterly, "The weight of this thing is almost as heavy as a hammer for hammering iron."

　　 An apprentice suggested: "Teacher, why don't you try it now?"

　　 Old Aiden nodded, recalling Todd's instructions, and said: "Bring experimental equipment, pay attention to the sealed chamber, and when shooting, use remote ignition. No one is allowed to stand by!"

　　 Found a remote outskirts of the city, Old Aiden commanded the apprentices to start preparations for gun testing.

　　 The musket was fixed on a wooden frame and aimed at a wooden target ten meters away.

　　 An assistant, carrying a 1.5-meter-long wooden pole with a piece of burning collodion tied to the head, carefully stretched it toward the firing port of the rifle.

　　 Old Aiden took the other people, squatting behind a mound, stretched his head to look at the movement in front of him.

　　 Boom!

　　 The sound of gunpowder bursting is deafening.

　　 After the gunpowder, Old Aiden hurriedly ran to the proving ground and took a closer look. The results of the test made his heart cold for the most part.

　　 The strong recoil force shook the gun from the wooden frame to the ground. Some gunpowder was ignited and sprayed out of the breech, burning wood and grass.

　　The wooden target that was the target of the attack was intact, and the lead bullets that came out of the chamber did not know where they flew.

　　 Old Aiden was holding his beard with a distressed look, and he could fully imagine how this weapon would behave on the battlefield.

　　 A gunman raised this musket and aimed it at an enemy ten meters away.

　　 The fire ignited the gunpowder, and after a loud noise, the gunner and the enemy fell to the ground at the same time.

　　 The huge recoil force of the musket caused the user's arm to dislocate or even fracture, and the gunpowder spattered back burned his skin and even his eyes.

　　 As for the enemy, I was frightened to the ground by the huge sound and the smoke, touched my body, and after confirming that he was unharmed, he would soon become angry and continue to attack.

　　 Looking at the assistant, he held the slightly deformed pistol wrapped in cloth to his eyes. Old Aiden touched his forehead with his hand and shook his head helplessly: "There is still a long way to go..."

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　　 Twilight West City, Lilier clothing store.

　　 This is a new store that has only been more than three months since its establishment, but its popularity is placed on the entire Yuexi Plain, and it is already second to none.

　　 A well-decorated, quaint horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the clothing store.

　　 An elderly man in a housekeeper’s dress stepped down from the driver’s seat. He stepped calmly to the door of the carriage, opened the door and said softly, "Countess Charlotte, we are here."

　　 A white silk glove appeared in people's field of vision. The butler quickly bent down, looked at the ground, and supported the passengers in the carriage with his hands, and came to the street.

　　 An aristocratic woman who looked no more than twenty-five or six years old, followed her maid behind her. The former slowly opened the folding fan in his hand to cover the lower half of his face, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, while looking at the signboard above his head, he whispered: "This is it."

Pushing open the colorful hinged door, the first thing that greets the guests is a wide front hall, which is crowded with artists and connoisseurs who come here. The purpose of their coming here is obviously not to buy clothes, but to buy clothes. The paintings hanging on the walls and showcases.

　　 Charlotte looked at a portrait of a person placed at the door, and stopped in surprise. The color, composition, and technique of this painting are completely different from the painting genres in the world today.

　　 Using a folding fan to cover her mouth, Charlotte asked the housekeeper: "This...is the clothing store, right?"

　　 The latter replied somewhat uncertainly: "It should be."

　　The more she looked inward, Charlotte was surprised: "Could the paintings here be fakes?"

"I'm afraid not. I have never seen these works in collectors and exchanges." While watching the paintings, the butler said in a slightly intoxicated tone: "These are all genuine products, and they should all come from the master. Hand!"

　　 Charlotte's eyes widened: "You mean, there are so many unreleased masterpieces collected here?!"

　　 The butler nodded and then shook his head: "The works here are indeed made by masters, but they are a bit strange. No one has ever tried some of the painting styles and techniques in it..."

　　 Seeing that there were more and more people in the front hall, the countess, with her housekeeper and maid, continued to move forward. To her surprise, the entrance to the next hall ~lightnovelpub.net~ guarded several bodyguards and a servant girl.

　　 The servant girl walked towards Charlotte and paid a respectful day’s salute, then smiled and said, “Dear guest, hello. Only ladies can enter the back room. Men, please wait outside the door for a while.”

　　 "Ha! Only women can enter! This is really interesting!" Charlotte smiled and patted the butler on the shoulder with a folding fan, led the maid through the porch, and walked into a hall that was several times wider than the front hall.

　　 Everything in front of you completely subverts the concept of traditional clothing stores. Rows of clothes, shoes, hats, and leather bags are hung in different hanging cabinets according to styles, sizes, and colors, and beautifully decorated bronze mirrors are placed around for guests to try on.

　　 Charlotte looked around. In front of the counter for each type of product, there was a maid in charge of reception. Female guests crowded the whole hall in groups of three or five, and they shuttled in front of the counters they were interested in asking for price comparisons. Judging from the dress and appearance, some women came from the holy cities in the east, some women wore the robes of the southern empire, and some women, judging from the tall figure and deep facial features, it was obvious that they came from the North Island or the barbaric country.

　　 The maid of the countess was startled by the surging crowd in front of her, and said to herself: "There are almost five hundred people here..."

　　 Charlotte saw a familiar figure in the crowd, smiled and waved and shouted: "Kathy! Kathy! I am here!"

　　

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