Western District, 2 King's Avenue, Kingdom Museum.
This was the Loen Kingdom's largest and most comprehensive museum, claiming to encompass the cultural essence of the Northern and Southern Continents.
Inside, besides various dostic artworks and artifacts, there were also a large number of exhibits from the ancient Balam countries of the Southern Continent.
From dried mummies to lacquered coffins, giant stone statues of kings, ceramics, paintings, ritual implents, golden ornants... nothing was lacking.
According to reports, those artifacts from the ancient Balam countries were all legally purchased from the Southern Continent by Loen "adventurers" and sold to the museum as commodities.
In the afternoon, Silas arrived alone at the front of the Kingdom Museum.
Since he'd been mad for a long stretch in the morning, following the usual pattern, his subsequent lucid period would also be long.
So he declined his sister's company, planning to visit the exhibition alone.
After all, the things Roselle exhibited were very likely related to the world before his transmigration.
He didn't want his sister to discover anything because of abnormal behavior on his part.
Speaking of which, Cecilia had already advanced to Sequence 8 but hadn't really acted yet.
How should an "Instigator" act?
Going by the na, it should be instigating others to do bad things... That Demoness called Trissy had incited people on a ship, making them kill each other...
Silas pondered, his face showing conflict.
It seems there aren't many good channels for this... Forget it, I'll let her experience it herself first, then help her figure sothing out...
Walking to the square in front of the museum, he saw a long queue before the museum entrance.
Gentlen and ladies dressed appropriately, tickets in hand, maintained middle-class restraint as they shuffled forward step by step, occasionally conversing in low voices.
As always, this era had too few entertainnt activities.
Visiting the museum required spending a little money on tickets, and you could see many precious artifacts—very suitable for the entertainnt and artistic needs of the broad citizen class.
How long will this take to get through...?
Looking at the long queue, Silas rolled his eyes.
He walked to a blind spot of the building, his body instantly transforming into shadow, then infiltrated the shadows of those queuing in shadow form, jumping from one to another, advancing toward the museum.
The museum entrance was divided into different channels, with different guides leading groups of a dozen or so visitors, distributing them to different exhibition halls.
Through this thod, they could achieve reasonable spatial utilization, allowing as many people as possible to visit simultaneously.
Silas randomly picked a group that looked agreeable and followed in their shadows.
He quickly detected that there were Beyonders in the exhibition hall, but their numbers were small and their levels not high, they should just be serving a guardian function.
After entering the exhibition hall, Silas erged from the shadows in an empty spot, then followed distantly behind everyone.
Everyone was temporarily grouped together and didn't know each other, so naturally no one noticed he hadn't been in the queue before.
After walking a few more steps, they entered the first exhibition hall.
As soon as Silas entered, a golden toilet bowl prominently ca into view.
"Everyone please look, here we display Roselle's daily items."
The guide said passionately. "Emperor Roselle's inventions changed people's daily lives and greatly improved their quality of life.
For instance, on my left here is the first modern flush toilet... Please don't laugh, everyone. This is extrely important for human civilization."
"Before this, the Intis capital of Trier was filled with filth and breeding diseases.
It was precisely because of Roselle's invention, combined with the sewage system he oversaw, that today's glorious 'City of the Sun' exists..."
Silas's gaze swept over the items in the glass display cases one by one—the golden toilet, diamond-encrusted goblets, luxurious clothing, velvet carpets, pure silver cutlery—and the corners of his mouth revealed a faint smile.
This transmigrator predecessor really lived quite comfortably.
Makes sense. Having beco emperor, how could life not be good?
Unfortunately, even emperors would et their end.
According to historical records, he beca cold and autocratic in his later years, suffered betrayal from nobles and the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, and was killed in his own palace.
Everyone continued forward with the guide's steps, arriving at an exhibition hall full of various docunts.
According to the guide's explanation, what was displayed here were original manuscripts of docunts Roselle had promulgated, including important docunts like the Civil Code.
Unsurprisingly, Silas saw Roselle's diary among them.
"This is Emperor Roselle's secret notebook, using special symbols he invented himself.
Regarding the aning of these symbols, Roselle never shared them externally.
Even his own children knew nothing about them.
Although nurous archaeologists, cryptographers, and symbologists have conducted research on this, unfortunately, to this day no one has been able to decipher the secrets in these notes..."
The guide said regretfully.
Silas glanced down.
In the display case, the notebook was opened, and written on it was:
"March 6th, damn it! The food here is making constipated!"
Better not decipher this kind of secret.
He inwardly complained and continued reading.
This seed to be an early diary of Roselle's.
Besides complaints about post-transmigration food, there was also confusion about Intis's open relationships and prospects for his future ambitions.
Speaking of which, perhaps I should collect so of Roselle's diaries.
Silas thought to himself.
He rembered that the Roselle diary in the Blackthorn Security Company had provided him with the acting thod, saving him from many detours.
And that diary page from Port Enmat had provided him with knowledge about pathway jumping.
From the diary's content, Roselle should have beco a major figure in the Beyonder world. His diary probably contains more unknown secrets that could help ...
Silas thought.
Since transmigrating, he'd never had the opportunity to pursue these things.
Previously he was trapped in Tingen, and now he'd just settled down in Backlund. He could start collecting so...
The opened diary had only one page that could be read.
After Silas finished reading it all and confird there was no valuable content, he caught up with the main group.
Everyone followed the guide toward the next exhibition hall.
"Everyone please look, this exhibition hall displays Emperor Roselle's tender side."
The guide said. "Here we display small toys he invented for his children—building blocks, dolls..."
Her tone was no longer passionate but beca gentle, as if she too had been moved.
Following her explanation, Silas casually glanced toward the display cases.
Then he froze for an instant.
In front of the display case showing various items Roselle had made for his children, a tall woman with chestnut-colored long hair was currently standing.
She wore a black soft hat that covered her face. Only her slender, well-proportioned body could be seen.
This lady wore a dress on top and knight's pants paired with black boots on the bottom—a unique style that suited her perfectly.
This lady gazed at the display case for a long ti without moving.
Of course, Silas wasn't attracted by her beautiful profile.
Rather, it was because he'd only seen this lady's distinctive attire on one person before.
The Queen.
As if sensing Silas's gaze, the chestnut-haired lady slowly turned her head, directing her gaze over.
She didn't look happy.
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