Chapter 374: Chapter 293: The Back of the Compass
Sotis even Duan Mingyuan couldn’t help but marvel at Jiuyue’s magic.
In unfamiliar places, unfamiliar spaces, she always managed to find key clues by intuition, and Ruihu’s inherent Luck wasn’t limited to Blue Star—this ti was no exception.
She wandered around in the room of Saintfield VI and soon found a secret chamber behind a wardrobe.
The door of the chamber was tightly locked, different from any security Duan Mingyuan ever encountered, yet it eerily felt familiar to him.
There was no keyhole, but in its place was an intricate Compass, presenting them with a puzzle.
"It looks like this is the craftsmanship of chanical Star,"
the security chief stood in front of the wardrobe, thoughtful, "This is also my first ti seeing it. Normally, the Family Head forbids anyone from entering his room. Even cleaning is done personally by the butler. Why would there be craftsmanship from chanical Star on the Saintfield ship?"
There were no engineers from chanical Star on this ship, and Saintfield had never dealt with nobles from the chanical Star Royal Court.
Constructing a secret chamber on the Saintfield ship would be a massive project that was sure to leave so traces.
"You know about chanical Star?"
Duan Mingyuan was even more surprised.
This self-proclaid mystery enthusiast security chief knew far too much.
"Of course, that planet is very popular in our circles, and several odd cases have occurred there."
Speaking of this, the security chief changed the subject, "Our current priority is to open this door."
"We may need to get the butler’s consent."
It was impolite to barge into soone else’s room and open their secret chamber without permission.
Everyone has secrets, just as you would absolutely not want to share your browsing history with anyone, Saintfield VI had his own private matters he wished to keep hidden.
The old man had passed away, and although he and the Shan Clan People did not get along, he deserved to be treated with dignity.
Otherwise, if sothing like a boy kept captive was accidentally found in this secret chamber, Saintfield VI’s reputation might be marred forever.
However, the security chief said, "No need, just figure out a way to open it. That coward has already hidden himself away and is completely useless."
In his speech, he showed aggression, indicating that his relationship with the butler was not as harmonious as people imagined.
Duan Mingyuan could sowhat discern the intent of the security chief.
He was well aware that once a new Family Head took office, all of them, the "old retinue" of the Saintfield ship, would have to pack up and leave. Rather than being kicked out, it was better to go wild before departing and solve all the mysteries that had plagued him for years.
Duan Mingyuan then asked, "Do you understand the chanisms of chanical Star?"
"Not really, but I heard you have a chanism expert on your ship."
The security chief smiled and t Duan Mingyuan’s gaze, taking the initiative to explain, "I’ve said it before, you are well-known in our circles, and I like every mber of your crew."
Again, the circle.
Duan Mingyuan couldn’t help but be intensely curious about this so-called circle of mystery enthusiasts. Their information seed uncannily well-inford. However, it occurred to him that they had never hidden the identities of their crew. Soone among them knew legislators who attended the summit and learned about Blue Star from them.
Ten minutes later, Ling Long, in the guise of the Red-eyed Demon, was called upon to join in the exploration of the Saintfield ship.
The main reason was that technically speaking, Ling Long was a stowaway; without an invitation from the Saintfield family, she could only embody the style of the Blue Star People and board this flagship in a mischievous manner. Her true body, at this mont, was sleeping soundly in a room provided to the Blue Star delegation by Fu Ling.
It was already four in the morning, and even the scholars keen on discussions had turned off their lights.
Both the Saintfield ship and the Eco-Ship were eerily quiet.
"This is the craftsmanship of the chanical Star Royal Court, and it definitely cos from the hand of a master artisan,"
Ling Long concluded after carefully examining the chanism.
Then she felt that this statent was sowhat too vague, so she explained further, "It looks like a masterpiece of a queen."
She had learned a lot on chanical Star, or more accurately, she had recovered so lost mories.
"Every outstanding artisan has a strong personal style, so once you see their creations, you can often determine which artisan’s handiwork it is."
"Can you unlock it?"
"It might take so ti."
Ling Long arrived in front of the chanism.
Deciphering a chanism left by a master artisan was particularly difficult, but in this case, her "bloodline" played a key role.
She also read in books that artisans from the sa family often have a unique feeling for each other’s masterpieces, different from ordinary people.
There was a strange light flickering in Ling Long’s eyes, and the reflection of the compass in her pupils seed to see sothing else through the compass.
"She was very excited back then, filled with a passion for creation,"
Ling Long murmured to herself.
From this, it was not difficult to deduce that the queen’s visit to the Saintfield ship was at least several decades ago when she was still young, full of hope for the future, and still believed that the great treasure could help the planet overco the crisis of "Cocoon" transformation.
In her later years, the queen was tornted by the rebound effects of overusing the "Golden Hourglass," so much so that her spirit had long beco abnormal, completely casting aside the ideals of her youth and instead delving into nefarious practices.
Such as the infamous transmigration ritual.
Thinking of these, a sudden, inexplicable sadness surged through Ling Long’s heart.
This emotion was not her own, but rather from the mories inherited in her.
She saw much more.
The queen was young and beautiful at the ti, wearing regal and elegant attire, and visited the consortium’s flagship under the guidance of Saintfield the Sixth.
It was a grand gathering, with countless cosmic celebrities arriving in droves, yet Saintfield the Sixth seed to have eyes only for the queen. He left his guests out in the cold at one point, bringing the queen alone to his room. Should this have been reported, it undoubtedly would have sparked many scandals.
Since Saintfield the Sixth himself was well over 130 years old at that ti, an age that could not be described as youthful or dashing.
However, the invitation of Saintfield the Sixth was not for personal romance. He sought to gain more from the queen.
Far more than just the compass that could keep many secrets for him.
"Click."
The compass made a turning noise, and a faint glow spilled onto the floor.
The tightly closed door cracked open.
In fact, Ling Long didn’t do much; she was just following her intuition, tracing the footsteps of the young queen.
It was the queen who had unlocked the compass for them, revealing the secrets hidden behind it to those present.
As a result, there was bad news.
There was indeed a little boy hidden in the room of Saintfield the Sixth.
The worse news was that it was a little boy who had died young, placed inside a cultivation vessel.
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