The Diary of Emperor Roselle

Chapter 27 The Diary of Emperor Roselle

Back in her room, Audrey stared at the dressing table in front of her for a long time without saying a word, the Emperor's reminders and sighs still seeming to echo in her ears.

This suddenly made Audrey, who had always been optimistic about the extraordinary world, feel somewhat worried and frustrated.

"You seem to have some insights into certain things," said Susie.

Audrey couldn't help but rub her forehead; she still couldn't quite accept that Susie could talk.

However, at this moment, Susie was the only suitable person to confide in. She patted Susie's head and said, "Susie, maybe our choice wasn't the right one."

But soon Audrey's eyes were filled with determination and optimism: "But since we've already made the choice, we can't complain too much."

……

Also in Backlund, after Hobart left the gray fog and returned to his inn room, he quietly watched the flow of carriages and the surge of people outside the window.

Hobart suddenly felt a little nostalgic for his old life, even though he spent his days watching videos all day except for work, which he found quite boring.

Looking back now, a life of mediocrity is also a kind of happiness. Unlike now, the curse of the family, the role of a "lawyer," and the need for money are like someone whipping him from behind, forcing him to keep moving forward without stopping to rest.

Hobert smiled helplessly, composed himself, and went to check out. Now that he had begun the life of an extraordinary being, he shouldn't complain about the hardships the world had brought him, after all, he had also gained extraordinary abilities.

Once on the street, Hobert hailed a horse-drawn carriage and headed straight for the Mercenary Club.

When he left the law firm in the afternoon, he brought all his savings with him, a total of £71, 5 sols and 8 pence, which he had counted several times.

However, this afternoon's trading may wipe out most of my savings.

Hobert patted the pocket where his wallet was; he was already feeling the pinch even before he had spent any money.

Using the club's badge, Hobart entered the club without any trouble. He checked his pocket watch and saw that he was about ten minutes early.

However, the club member who sells materials such as dragon blood grass had also arrived early. He was a man in his thirties carrying a huge suitcase.

He introduced himself: "You can call me Garr. I specialize in items for the occult. My shop is at 51 Henry Street."

Hobart smiled and said, "Hobart, an enthusiast of the occult."

The two exchanged a smile, sensing that the other was hiding something.

This is normal, after all, they haven't established enough trust yet.

The waiter led the two to a small meeting room to conduct their transaction.

Gar placed the suitcase on the table, opened it, and inside were rows of bottles and jars containing all sorts of unusual and common materials.

He explained, "This is essential oil extracted from the deep sleep flower, along with chamomile petals. I noticed the goddess symbol on your pocket watch, so I highly recommend this 'Amanda' hydrosol and 'Sacred Night Pink.' Trust me, they will definitely please the goddess."

Hobart paused, "Dude, what you just said seems a bit ambiguous! Or has the word 'please' been misused? Why does hearing this word always conjure up some unpleasant images?"

He shook his head, banishing these obviously disrespectful thoughts from his mind.

Hobart purchased the extraordinary materials needed for the ritual in order to obtain the response of the Goddess of Night, so that he could ask her for help in communicating with spirits when needed in the future.

Of course, Hobart could try to ask himself for power to communicate with spirits, but the "Land of Chaos" is a symbol of both order and disorder. Even if it could help him complete the communication, it would most likely be done in a distorted way.

By then, the channeling will be completed, but who knows what kind of mess it will leave behind?

After some friendly negotiations, Hobart finally bought a silver knife, a small bottle of Amanda hydrosol, a small jar of Holy Night powder, Deep Sleep Flower essential oil, moonflower and chamomile petals, and three candles mixed with night-blooming jasmine, mint and other ingredients for £3.18 soules.

The silver knife and the "Amanda" hydrosol were the most expensive, with the former costing £1.60 and the latter costing £1.30 for a small bottle.

As he was leaving, Bill said meaningfully, "If you need higher quality, more magical materials, you can come to my shop to choose from. Of course, if you're not comfortable with that, you can also choose to trade at the club."

Hobart nodded and smiled. "Okay." It seems Bill has even more advanced and extraordinary materials.

Next, Hobart moved on to his next deal, this time with a soldier in his forties, dressed in a crisp uniform: "This is a trophy from a battle."

As he took out a stack of Emperor Roselle's diaries from his bag, he explained, "There are some pages with the enemy's blood on them, but that doesn't prevent you from reading them."

This stack of diaries contained at least a dozen pages, and Hobart had made up his mind: he definitely couldn't take them all, or he would go bankrupt!

He cleared his throat: "I believe you saw my message on the information board. I need to quickly review it to determine if I have any similar items. Well, as you should know, there are many copies of Emperor Russell's notebooks, so I don't need duplicates."

Actually, the price he offered was slightly lower than the market price. Generally speaking, the normal trading price for a page of Russell's notes is between £6 and £7.

However, the other party did not bargain: "Sure, but I'd like to know why you're buying the Roselle Emperor's Notebook."

The other party was not worried about the buyer's request to simply browse, because no one could understand the contents of the notes, and even if they browsed, they were not worried about the contents of the notes being leaked.

Moreover, the reason the other party did not bargain was that the market for Russell's notes was too small, and if someone who liked collecting wanted to buy them, they would naturally sell them immediately.

Hobart smiled and said, "I'm trying to decipher the symbols in Emperor Roselle's notebooks."

The other person gave me a "I knew it" look: "Great idea, best of luck."

However, his expression clearly said: There really are such idiots in the world.

Hobart smiled and shook his head without offering any further explanation. He took the diary, glanced through it, picked out some of the romantic escapades of Emperor Roselle, and then picked out some things that didn't seem to be of much importance.

He also picked out some extraordinary knowledge that Hobart already knew. After becoming a superhuman, his reading and comprehension abilities also improved, and he could remember most of the diaries after just a glance.

Of course, all of this is predicated on the fact that he knows Chinese characters.

In the end, Hobart only had one page of the diary left, and the scene became somewhat awkward. Even though Hobart's eloquence had improved, he couldn't find a suitable reason to explain to the other party.

The other person spoke first: "I didn't expect your collection to be so extensive."

Hobert breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had only spent a short time browsing through each page of the diary, so the other party hadn't noticed anything amiss.

If you spend half a day reading a single page of a diary, and then rudely say, "Excuse me, sir, I have all of your notes,"...

His ability to decipher these "mysterious symbols" may have been exposed as a result.

Hobart took out a 6-pound note, one pound of which was meant to make up for his guilt.

After completing the transaction, he asked the waiter not to disturb him, and then carefully read the diary of Emperor Roselle, which he valued highly:

"On March 12th, I heard something very interesting from the minister in charge of intelligence: most of the Quaternary relics that have appeared around Backlund are traps!"

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