The Metropolitan Museum of New York was a very quaint place located in the suburbs of New York. It was built in the colonial era and was just a small church. Later, after the establishment of the United States, New York was often called the "Metropolis," so the museum was named the "Metropolitan Museum."
It was originally in a small town near New York City, but due to the rapid expansion of the city, it was now included in the scope of New York and became a century-old landscape.
However, there were not many tourists here. In fact, very few people knew of the existence of this museum. In addition to the fact that it was indeed very remote, another reason was that the museum itself was a very professional institution. It mainly collected and studied the culture and historical monuments of ancient Greece.
It was said that two-thirds of the current mainstream professional literature about ancient Greece in the world were translated by the Metropolitan Museum.
Therefore, on a certain level, this place could be regarded as an academic attraction.
"Ding dong"
The glass door was pushed open. Saber looked up and saw the Greek-style arch at the top of the door and the surrounding murals. It looked special and exotic. The entire spacious hall was supplemented by sunlight, so there was plenty of light here. However, there were not many people in the very clean marble hall. It looked like a special kind of dead silence.
"Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment?"
A staff member stepped forward with an appointment book in her hand and looked at Saber. The latter was stunned for a moment and whispered:
"No! But I'm here to look for someone. "
"Oh?"
The lady in front of him looked at the ancient Roman-style shield in Saber's hand for a moment, then pushed her glasses and asked:
"Then who are you looking for?"
"A lady named Diana. I'm here to deliver something to her."
Saber shrugged and raised the shield in his hand: "Don't look at me like that, ma 'am. I only know that her name is Diana. Whether she's young or old, whether she's married or not, I don't even know her phone number."
The lady in charge of registration couldn't help but laugh at his straightforward tone. She put aside the booklet in her hand, crossed her arms, and said to Saber,
"In that case, Mr. Muddlehead, I have to regretfully inform you that there are five Lady Diana, three Miss Diana, and a little Diana who often comes to play in this museum … So, unless you provide more effective information, I can't let you enter just like that."
She looked at Saber sincerely.
"The Greek Commercial Historical Area is currently undergoing renovation work, and there are many precious cultural relics waiting to be moved, so I hope you can understand."
Saber was a little embarrassed. The person opposite him was just an ordinary person, and the lady was so polite. He couldn't just demonize and barge in, right?
In the end, he touched his sunglasses and said with some regret,
"Alright then, I'll go look for more information."
But just as he turned around, a slightly familiar voice came from the second floor, "You're right.
"Alright, Lina, don't make things difficult for Mr. Saber. It's rare for him to be so courteous to a lady. Bring him up."
"Okay, Curator Diana!"
This voice stopped Saber in his tracks. He looked back and saw that the second floor was empty. The staff member named Lina made a "please" gesture to him.
"Then, come with me, Mr. Saber. Curator Diana is waiting for you."
"Oh? Diana? "
Syber followed behind Lina. He turned his head to look at the murals depicting Greek mythology and asked softly, "What's the matter?
He asked in a low voice, "So, is this curator a lady or a lady?"
Lina smiled and said softly:
"You should call her Ma 'am … She likes to be called that."
A moment later, Saber stood in front of the curator's office. He looked around, but there was no one in the corridor. This museum gave him a slightly strange feeling. There were too few people here.
"Bang!"
He pushed open the mahogany door in front of him. The next moment, he saw an office with simple decoration that seemed to have stayed in ancient times. The walls were painted pale yellow, and various ancient Greek-style textiles hung on them. There were wind chimes, murals, and even a lyre in the corner. Saber even saw a lyre in the corner, and judging from the surface of the lyre, it should be used frequently.
He looked up. The ceiling of the room was not a glass chandelier like the one in the hall. In fact, it was more like the lanterns used by ancient people, but after being modernized, it looked special.
Under his feet was a thick woolen carpet. His feet didn't make a sound when he stepped on it. The pattern was very gorgeous, and he could tell at a glance that it was a real high-end product. At the edge of the woolen carpet, there was a huge mahogany desk. It was the kind of old-fashioned desk that looked very heavy.
A black-haired beauty was sitting behind the desk and handling some documents. When she saw Saber coming in, she raised her head and reached out to push up her glasses. There was a smile on her face.
"Long time no see, Mr. Saber."
"It's you!"
Saber finally understood the meaning of Strange's words at this moment. The moment he saw this beautiful lady, he remembered what had happened in London before. He tilted his head and shook his head slightly with an incredulous smile on his face. He put the shield aside and said with a teasing smile:
"So, the mysterious Ms. Diana, this time you won't come to me to borrow a light, will you?"
Yes, the person sitting in front of him was the beautiful urban beauty who had asked Saber to borrow a light on the streets of London. If he hadn't met her today, he would have forgotten that scene long ago.
"That was just an accident. There are inevitably many inconveniences when traveling."
Diana put down the pen in her hand. She crossed her hands and supported her chin. Her beautiful eyes stared at Saber, and then looked at the metal shield in Saber's hand. A trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes:
"Oh, did Ancient One finally decide to return it?"
Without waiting for Saber to speak, her gaze fell on Saber again, this time with a trace of scrutiny: "So, you are the assistant she recommended to me?"
The lady's lips curled into an ambiguous smile:
"You don't look very good."
He looked around and pulled a chair over. Then, he placed his shield on the table in front of Lady Diana and knocked on the table. A crisp sound rang out as he looked at Diana and said, "Lady Diana, you're right. You're right. You're right. You're right.
"What the hell is this? And … Who the hell are you? "
"As you can see, this is a shield."
Diana picked up the pen again and said: "As for me, I am the curator of New York's Metropolitan Museum, an ordinary person who is meaningless in your eyes. Put down the thing and you can go. By the way, tell Sorcerer Supreme that I don't need an assistant. I can handle those troubles alone."
"But I need help … And Ancient One told me that I can get help from you."
Saber pressed the shield with his fingers and pushed it forward, interrupting Diana's signature. The latter raised her head and saw Saber's gaze, which was somewhat scrutinizing and suspicious.
"Ms. Diana, everyone has their own secrets, I can understand that."
Saber said softly: "I have no intention of prying into your secrets. I'm even happier that you don't need my help with your troubles because I have enough troubles myself. But I crossed a long distance from Central City to New York. I didn't really work as a courier. If Ancient One didn't tell you before, then I'll repeat it again."
He cleared his throat:
"I'll send the shield back to you, and you'll help me solve the problem I'm currently facing. I think it's fair!"
As soon as his voice fell, the atmosphere in the entire office became a little stagnant. Diana put down the pen in her hand and leaned back in the chair behind her. Her ten fingers were constantly moving back and forth, obviously thinking about something. Finally, her eyes fell on Saber again.
"It's not impossible to help you … as long as you can answer three of my questions!"
Saber also relaxed his body, leaned back in his chair, and made a "please" gesture:
"You can ask whatever you want, and I will choose whether to answer or not. You see, there has never been a free secret in this world, not in the past, and not now … So, let's respect each other's privacy."
"That won't do … You know, helping you is equivalent to intervening in your troubles, just like you said."
Diana opened the drawer, took out a bundle of rope, and put it on the table. She looked at Saber and said in a heavier tone: "I also have a lot of troubles, so whether I want to help you or not depends on whether you cooperate or not … Wrap this rope around your wrist, and I'll only ask three questions …"
She tapped her finger on the table:
"You can answer whatever you want, I only need three answers."
Saber took off his sunglasses, and his dark red eyes flashed with flames. He didn't rush to look at Diana's eyes, but instead, he focused his gaze on the rope. The rope, which seemed to have no problem, shone with unimaginable magical power in the vision of the Eyes of Repentance. The shine of that power was almost the strongest of all the magic items Saber had ever seen.
Only the sandalwood fan given to him by Ancient One could be compared to it.
This made him hesitate … Rashly touching other people's magic items without knowing the details was simply courting death.
"I can guarantee …"
Diana's voice sounded at this moment: "It won't hurt you, and I can also guarantee that no one in this world knows the details of the Ultralisks you are going to face better than me."
"Okay!"
Saber took a deep breath, reached out, picked up the rope, and wrapped it slightly around his wrist. This was not recklessness, but out of trust in Ancient One. Sorcerer Supreme's style of doing things was completely different from his, but one thing was certain, she had never harmed him.
"Ask away!"
Saber relaxed his body, and Ms. Diana reached out and took off the glasses on her face with a gentle smile. At this moment, Saber really felt her charm, it was very special … as if she was not a mortal. It seemed that the glasses were also a special item.
She reached out and grabbed the other end of the rope. At the moment of contact, a layer of orange light shone on the surface of the rope, but Saber didn't feel anything special. The next moment, Diana's first question appeared:
"You have been in contact with Ares, right?"
The moment he heard this question, Saber instinctively wanted to deny it. The weird soul that called itself Ares was almost one of the secrets in his heart, but just as he opened his mouth, the rope around his wrist suddenly tightened, and a feeling of oppression enveloped his whole body, but it didn't hurt Saber.
It didn't hurt him, but it forced him to tell the truth in his heart. It was an irresistible impulse, and there was no way to resist it with emotions. Finally, he nodded:
"Yes, I have been in contact with him … huh … At the end of the battle of the New York Sanctum, he provided me with a way to subdue the decaying body of Atlas … huh … Since then, he … he has never appeared again."
Saber finished these words with difficulty, and then felt the pressure on his whole body loosen. He subconsciously wanted to get rid of the rope around his wrist, but found that the rope was very tough, and with his current strength, there was no way to break it.
"What the hell is this!"
He raised his head and looked at Diana with a trace of anger at being deceived: "Is this your method?"
"Don't worry, the Truth Rope will only make you tell the truth."
Diana's expression had turned cold. She stood up and pressed her left hand on Saber's shoulder, and the huge force from Saber made it impossible for him to stand up. She looked at the angry leader of The Devil Gang with flames in her eyes:
"Given the current terrible situation, I think it would be better for both of us if you tell the truth … Are you angry? Very well … When I heard the news, I was also very angry. When the rest of the questions are over, we can fight! "
The lady's voice also became low and dangerous:
"You stupid bastard, your concealment almost ruined everything! I'd be happy to beat you up to vent my anger! "
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