Chapter 27 Felina

You asked me to write poetry again...Are you afraid that was not intentional?

Looking at the smiling Abner in front of him, Leonard's expression froze slightly, but soon returned to normal. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, thinking: I can't write poetry, but I can't recite it from others. ? The same words won’t work for me the second time!

So he straightened his expression and "singed" "sincerely":

“Ten thousand cheers, dear freedom!

“A glorious day awaits you!

"You see the tyrant is facing us

"Raise the flag stained with blood..."

Hearing Leonard's poem, it was Abner's turn to be stunned, and at the same time he complained in his heart: I asked you to write a poem to congratulate me on becoming a noble, but you ended up writing a paragraph praising the revolution for me. Dead Noblesse "La Marseillaise"?

Oh, no, "Marseillaise" in this world should be called "Hymn of the Republic". It was composed by Russell when he overthrew the Sauron dynasty... No, it was plagiarized!

Thinking of this, Abner clapped his hands helplessly, interrupted Leonard's impromptu performance, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Leonard, although I personally do not dislike Russell's poem, and I even think its artistic conception is very good...but you must also consider the occasion."

After saying that, he glanced at several people dressed as police officers around him from the corner of his eye. They seemed to be staring at Leonard with unkind expressions.

——As a monarchy, Loen has no legislation prohibiting Russell’s work, but it is indeed not appropriate to sing it in public.

Leonard had obviously discovered this at this time, but he didn't have much embarrassment on his mind. Instead, he was complacent about being able to avenge the "run" at Bayam's "Aroma Manor".

With the inexplicable "proud" emotion of a winner, Leonard asked as if "curious":

"Your Majesty the Viscount, are you here to visit this private museum?"

The future Mr. "Star" stared at me to say hello as soon as he came up. After being deliberately "taunted" by the quilt, not only did he not leave wisely, but he continued to talk to me in a familiar way...

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This is not normal...Did Palles find something on me and tell Leonard, so he came to find out my truth?

By the way, did I know Palles in my previous life?

Well, I belonged to the camp of the "Black Emperor" when I came to Yin, so it shouldn't be strange for me to have an intersection with Pales.

While his thoughts were spinning, Abner nodded slightly, took out the newspaper with the museum advertisement that he bought last week, and said with a smile:

"Because I happened to buy this newspaper and saw the news about the museum... I thought this was the guidance of fate, so I decided to come and take a look."

Why does this statement sound like a "magic stick"? Leonard muttered after hearing the words, and after listening for two seconds, he felt relieved and said, "I see... I thought you were here for Ms. Felina..."

"Ms. Philina?" Abner's heart moved. He stopped walking towards the museum and asked strangely, "Who is she?"

"It seems that you really don't know..." Leonard observed him for several seconds before simply replying, "Ms. Felina is the real owner of this museum, and the items displayed in it are all purchased or collected by her. Some antiquities.”

As for the details, he remained silent.

However, this attitude was enough for Abner to guess something. After all, he had "predicted" that the "exhibition" would bring positive "development" to him, so he came to check it out in person.

"It should be that Ms. Felina has some problems, and these problems even attracted the attention of 'Red Gloves'... That's why my sudden arrival attracted Leonard, who was investigating the matter...

"And specifically named Feilina, firstly to see my reaction, and secondly, maybe to guess what I would know, and to find a breakthrough with me?

"I have to say that Mr. Xingxing is still reliable in investigating extraordinary cases... but the direction is completely wrong...

"I'm just a 'magic stick' waiting for 'opportunity'."

After a few slanders, Abner stopped talking to Leonard and went straight into the private museum.

It has to be said that although this exhibition hall converted from a private house is not as large as the Kingdom Museum at 2 King's Avenue, the variety of collections inside is not inferior to the former.

From the Pale Catastrophe, to the Twenty Years' War, from the War of White Rose, to the Rise of Roselle... Antiquities from various eras are displayed here. Although they are not precious things, they also allow people to intuitively feel the history. and the depth of civilization.

"They are indeed genuine... I just heard the unprofessional tour guide say that most of the things here were picked up by Ms. Felina from the antique market?

“If this is true, then this lady’s eyesight and reserve of knowledge are very good!

"After all, she doesn't have my 'golden finger'..."

Thinking of this, Abner's eyes suddenly shrank, as if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, and the endless darkness was illuminated, and he had a vague guess in his heart:

Could this Ms. Philina be the last survivor of the experiment eleven years ago?

If so...then the "pollution" that dominates her body probably comes from the "knowledge wilderness"!

Could her special ability be something like the "golden boy" described in some previous lives?

The "passive prophecy" I got for buying newspapers last week actually pointed to this fifth survivor?

However, things that cannot be observed by "active prophecy" can actually be indirectly realized through "passive prophecy"?

Well, it shouldn't be that "passive prophecy" is more advanced... but that what it predicts is actually the direction of my own destiny. It "predicts" that it will be beneficial for me to do so, but the specific good thing is unknown.

Moreover, "passive prophecy" is not controllable. It is similar to the "whim" described in some fairy tales. It works sometimes but not sometimes.

After thinking for a moment, Abner had lost interest in this exhibition, and now he was eager to meet with Ms. Felina to confirm whether his guess was correct.

But contrary to expectations, he waited until the afternoon, and when the museum called, Ms. Felina, the owner of the exhibits, did not show up.

Abner had no choice but to leave temporarily and decided to find someone to investigate this lady after he went back.

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At the same time, Felina, who had decided to go to the museum at noon, encountered a traffic accident and her carriage was blocked on a street in the Jowood district for more than three hours.

"I obviously used a lot of 'luck' I accumulated today...how could I encounter such unlucky things?"

Felina opened the curtains of the carriage carriage and murmured to herself in confusion.