Chapter 812
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Half a month after Dean succeeded the throne the plague season arrived. There were a lot of busy things such as arranging the Monastery to hold prayer meetings in various cities. In addition he had to supervise the military to clean up the garbage and corpses in the cities. If he was not careful then the corpses of homeless people or servants who were killed by the nobles would become the starting point of the plague.
Dean deeply experienced the taste of being a 'king'. He was above everyone but at the same time he had to serve everyone.
Fortunately, he did not intend to be a conscientious and competent wall master, so he left all these trivial matters to Saul. Neuss accompanied him, not only to learn, but also to supervise.
"Teacher, what is this?" Edward was surprised as he looked at the trumpet-like instrument in front of him.
"It is called a phonograph." Dean looked at the phonograph that he had just made. There was a trace of sadness and regret in his eyes. If he could make this thing a few years earlier it would be great.
Edward asked: "Phonograph?"
"It can keep your voice." Dean moved the needle to the black turntable: "Do you have any words that you want to say to your future self?"
"Future self?" Edward's eyes widened slightly. The future was a very distant word to him. He thought for a moment and said: "I hope that in the future, I can always be by Teacher's side. Then, like Teacher, I will conduct many great experiments, just like Teacher's phonograph. Also, I want to carry forward the air element divine arts!"
Dean nodded: "Yes. But you need to work harder than others to accomplish these things. Do you understand?"
"I know, teacher." Edward nodded.
Dudian played the copied voice on the phonograph. Soon, Edward heard what he had just said from the phonograph's speaker along with Dudian's teaching. The voice was no different from Dudian's. Edward's mouth was wide open and he was stunned. His face was full of inconceivable.
Dean lifted the stylus and took off the black turntable. He handed it to him: "In the future, you will be able to make a gramophone according to my drawings. Then you will be able to use this to play your own words. Go back and work hard."
Edward looked at the black turntable in his hand. He suppressed the excitement and curiosity in his heart. He held the turntable and left. Dean watched him leave. He slowly walked to the table next to him. He took out a new black turntable and put it on the phonograph. His eyes slowly turned to Aisha.
He took out a new black turntable and put it on the phonograph. His eyes slowly turned to Aisha. There was a trace of gentleness in his eyes. "I have something to say to you every day. There are too many. I'm worried that I won't be able to say so much in one breath when you recover. So I'll record all these words. When you recover, you'll be able to hear everything I want to say to you."
Aisha was silent. There was no expression on her face.
"In a few days I'll make a camera. I'll take pictures of Sergei, Gwyneth, Neuss, my former friend Mason and my student Edward. I'll keep them for you to see later. Of course, there will be photos of us. I'll use the camera to record our life every day. One photo a day. That'll be 365 photos a year."
"Maybe I'll need a year or even a few years to find a way for you to recover. But don't worry. You'll be able to see the changes in me through these photos. You won't be unfamiliar with me then."
Dean's eyes were extremely gentle. After he finished speaking, he stared at her for a moment. Then he thought of the turntable that was still spinning. He lifted the needle, removed the turntable, and carefully stored it in the bookcase next to him.
A few days later.
There was news from the outer wall that the coffin and the god's remains of Sylvia had been found.
Dean was overjoyed as he heard the news. He immediately sent Sergei, Neuss, Aurora and others to drive his pioneering chariot to pick up the god's coffin. The pioneers on the war chariot were still chained. They had been immersed in poison pins and beauties every day. Their willpower was no longer what it used to be. Even their will to fight had faded. With the strength of Aurora, Sergei, and other Senior Frontiersmen, they could control the war chariot with the help of the electric shock mechanism on the war chariot.
Less than half a day later, everyone returned to the palace with the coffin.
Saul who was always by Dean's side knew the news when the coffin returned to the palace. He was stunned as he looked at the huge coffin in the palace hall. He didn't expect the god's remains to fall into Dean's hands.
"Master, this is the captain of the search team that found the god's remains." Sergei pointed to a short black-clothed youth. The black-clothed youth looked ugly. There was a black mole on the corner of his mouth. He looked a bit wretched. He knelt in front of the stairs and looked at Dean nervously. He didn't even dare to breathe as he trembled in fear.
Dean was happy but on the surface he was calm: "What's your name?"
The short youth gulped: "This subordinate's name is Tron."
"Tell me how you found the god's remains." Dean was interested. He didn't stop sending people to search for the whereabouts of the god's remains since he came to the inner wall. He was curious as to where the invaders had hidden the god's remains.
Tron lowered his head and replied in a nervous voice: "Reporting back to young master, I led people to search the outer wall according to young master's instructions. I searched the commercial district and the civilian district, but I couldn't find it. Then we went to the slums. There was no one living there. We found the coffin under a very sloppy abandoned factory. There were a lot of rats gathered around the coffin … I found it." He paused a little at the word "I," as though he were choking, and when he had finished, he bent his head lower than ever.
Dean heard his accelerated heartbeat. He indifferently smiled in his heart. It was estimated that it was his men who had seen the vision. But he didn't mention it. He should know that this was a great credit and wanted to get a share of it.
"Why were there mice gathered around the god's coffin?" Dean didn't care about such trivial matters: "What was the god's remains?"
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