LRAB Chapter 16 It's all Roselle's fault
Chapter 16 It's all Roselle's fault
The gaze shifted to the other side.
"How do you guys feel about my new poem?" Leonard, with his black hair, green eyes, and somewhat unruly appearance, asked his teammates.
"Hmm... much better than what you wrote before." Dunn, with his gray eyes and high hairline, offered encouragement to his teammate.
"If it's not just a simple rewriting of poems from textbooks, then it's actually quite good," said Sika, with her white hair, succinctly.
"It can't be that bad, can it? I wrote it very carefully. What do you think, Rosanne?" Leonard looked at Rosanne, the youngest person present.
Sensing the gazes around them, the brown-haired girl hesitated before saying, "Um... lying is bad, so Leonard, I'm sorry, your poem really is..."
Upon hearing Rosanne's reply, Leonard's smile gradually froze.
"Actually, you don't need to rush into creating original works. You can read more of other people's works, like the poems of Emperor Russell, which are quite good," Dunn suggested with a light laugh.
"Stop thinking about poetry. It's a rare and leisurely lunch break; we should spend it on something more meaningful."
"for example?"
"For example, think about how to get my novel published," Sica replied.
"Your novels also..." Leonard's expression was subtle.
"That's still better than your poetry," Sica replied nonchalantly.
"Actually, you could learn from Neil and find a reasonable reason, um... to get reimbursed," Leonard suggested with a smile.
"For example, under the guise of publicity..."
"That certainly sounds like something Old Neil would do," Sica said after a moment's thought.
"Luckily Old Neil isn't here today, otherwise he would definitely have scolded you... But when will my novel be published?" Sica sighed.
"What's wrong with the captain?" The group chatted and laughed, but then they noticed that Dunn, the captain of the Night Watch squad, suddenly looked serious.
"I could feel the guests at the next table staring at us."
"Perhaps they're just curious about a group of police officers having dinner together?" Rosanne said.
The official church's special squads, including the Night Watchers, often present themselves to the public as police officers.
"Maybe so, I didn't really sense any malice." Dunn was also somewhat uncertain.
"Of course, it's also possible that they were drawn here by Leonard's poetry," Sica said half-jokingly.
"He certainly has good taste," Leonard replied with a light laugh, glancing at Lorne as he did so.
"I saw myself." Seeing that a police officer was looking in his direction, Lorne quickly looked away.
The police probably can't tell I'm a time traveler just by looking at me... Lorne swallowed hard.
"Hello, sir."
"What!" Lorne was startled by the voice behind him.
"Your order has arrived." The waiter came over carrying the tray.
"Okay...okay." Lorne took the steak he had ordered.
After finishing his food and paying the bill as naturally as possible, Lorne left the restaurant without looking back.
"Those police officers probably weren't following us."
"What bad luck today. My rare good mood is gone." Lorne quickened his pace, glancing back every now and then, afraid that the police would follow him.
To be fair, he didn't need to panic at all, but the time travel guide said that the officials in this world were hostile to time travelers and would eliminate them as heretics.
Lorne was somewhat curious about this.
Could it be that they really have a way to identify time travelers?
It's hard to say. This world even has supernatural powers, so it's not impossible that there might be a way to identify souls or memories... Lorne thought about it with some uncertainty.
At the same time, a question popped into Lorne's mind: why is the official stance so hostile towards transmigrators?
First, let's rule out the issue of the travel guide.
Could it be that the previous time travelers offended too many people?
"Rossel!" The name popped into Lorne's mind.
You can tell from that guy's diary that he's quite frivolous, and with his womanizing ways, it's no wonder he offends people.
Furthermore, Russell's radical reforms certainly offended many people. In his later years, Russell also offended the Church of the Steam and the Mechanics and the Church of the Eternal Sun.
He offended both secular and religious forces, which led to his assassination.
Could it be that Roselle went too far, causing the locals of this world to hate transmigrators?
Lorne became increasingly excited as he thought about it; he felt he was very close to the truth.
Yes, that's definitely it.
Russell is too flamboyant and not low-key at all. He lacks the qualities of humility and forbearance that are unique to Chinese transmigrators.
It must be because of him that we, the time travelers of later generations, are ostracized by the official church.
Yes, it's all Russell's fault!
"Why do I suddenly feel so much more relaxed?"
Lorne, who had inexplicably pinned the blame on Rosell, suddenly felt much better.
He himself knew that his guess might not be correct.
But as the old saying goes, it's better to let things flow than to suppress them. Rather than letting all your frustrations fester inside, it's better to find an outlet to vent them.
Since Emperor Roselle is so famous, we have no choice but to make an exception for him.
"If I encounter other time travelers in the future, I can use this approach to comfort them."
"Rossel probably won't care," Lorne muttered to himself.
"But isn't it a bit inappropriate to speak ill of others?"
"Oh well, Roselle's been dead for centuries anyway, he can't possibly crawl out of his tomb to lecture me." With a lighthearted attitude, Lorne felt much better and temporarily put his bad mood behind him.
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"The words in this book are a bit unusual."
"It looks like a notebook."
Back at the hotel, Lorne took out the old books he had bought in Diagon Alley and began to read them.
Contrary to expectations, the text in the book is not the kind of common writing style.
"It's not Rune, nor Fossac, nor Intis..."
Could it be some kind of mystical script...? Lorne carefully examined the text in the notebook.
"It doesn't seem to be Hermes, but it does look somewhat like it. Could it really be an occult script?"
This gave Lorne a bit of a headache. Although he understood Hermes and had some knowledge of other occult scripts, he wasn't a professional.
It's really too much to ask him to decipher it all by himself. It's supposed to be a Quaternary notebook, but he's not a history or archaeology student, so he has no idea where to begin.
Lorne stood up and looked up at the pendulum he had just bought on his wrist.
"If this notebook really is related to the occult, maybe I can do some divination."
Lorne, who had always wanted to try divination herself, suddenly had an idea.
"If the divination is successful, then I can also try to divine the fact that I'm being hunted down."
"If the divination fails, at least you'll know it's not feasible, so you won't blindly believe in divination in the future."
Although there was a belief that a good outcome was fate and a bad outcome was superstition, he still decided to give it a try.
Without further ado, Lorne tidied up his desk and then took the blue crystal pendulum off his wrist.
His expression shifted from excitement to calm. He extended his left hand, holding the chain, and let the silver chain hang vertically above the notebook in front of him, with the pure blue crystal only a few centimeters away from the notebook.
"This book is an antique left over from the Quaternary period."
This was Lorne's first question, wanting to ascertain his worth, though he trusted his intuition as an extraordinary being. But considering the price of the book, he figured one more argument was worthwhile.
After all, this book isn't cheap.
After about ten seconds, the blue crystal inexplicably began to sway slightly, causing the silver chain to rotate slightly clockwise.
"Hmm, not bad." Lorne nodded.
"I knew divination was reliable."
The divination result was the same as his premonition, but unfortunately the divination result could not be used as an appraisal report. If he wanted to sell it for a high price, he needed a more formal appraisal report.
After resting for a while, Lorne picked up the pendulum and asked his second question.
"The content of this book is related to mysticism."
Unlike before when he reacted within seconds, this time there was no reaction until Lorne's arm started to ache slightly.
"strangeness?"
About 20 seconds later, Lorne felt the silver chain in his hand move.
"Meow—!" A loud meow suddenly came from the bathroom.
"Laki, what's wrong!" Lorne quickly put down the pendulum and went to the bathroom.
"Swish...swish...swish..."
Shortly after Lorne left, the notebook on the table suddenly started turning on its own without any wind.