Chapter 649 Beatrice's Collection
Carrying a holy relic with you?
Hearing this, several people subconsciously nervous for a moment, and then Erwin was the first to react. He turned around and glanced at a long and exquisite wooden box.
That was the steam rifle, a gift they had brought with them to exchange for technology with the Mechanical Temple.
Then Hela might have some way to see through the wooden box. This is not surprising, and many extraordinary abilities can do this.
The steam rifle is indeed a holy relic. The prince once said that there are not many such weapons in the Mechanical Temple.
But compared to the Gear Sage, it seems too ordinary.
But the people of the Mechanical Temple obviously don't think so.
"This is a gift from Castel. Earl Hughes asked me to convey his greetings." Erwin said as he opened the lid of the wooden box.
The moment the steam rifle appeared, Erwin could clearly feel that the breathing of the mechanical priests around him became heavy.
The way they looked at the steam rifles was greedy, fanatical, and even a bit shocking.
Erwin remembered that these believers did not react like this when they saw the Gear Sage.
On the contrary, Hela's expression was calm. She just glanced at the steam rifle and looked away.
"What a precious gift."
"Luckily, we stumbled upon this steam rifle. Even the Lord was amazed at its power."
"What? You actually caused the relic to fire?" the nearby Mechanicus exclaimed, his shrill voice filled with anger and disbelief. "How could such a sacred creation be used?! Moreover, it's in such good condition. It should be enshrined in a sanctuary, with singers chanting hymns day and night and anointing it with holy oils! Your lord doesn't even understand this!"
Erwin's face twitched, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Suddenly, the three of them felt their hair stand on end.
It feels like standing next to a huge steam engine. Even if the steel creation is just standing quietly next to you, there is a suffocating feeling of oppression.
That is the most primitive fear from the flesh and blood.
The three of them didn't even turn their heads, as if afraid of disturbing something. They just rolled their eyes and looked at Hela next to them.
Her pupils rotated slightly, locking onto the talkative priest, and a humming sound of mechanical friction came from her body under the nun's robe.
She glanced at the three people beside her, and after a moment, her tightly pursed lips relaxed and she forced a smile.
"I'm sorry, he was a bit presumptuous. I will punish him." After saying this, without even looking at the mechanical priest who was lying on the ground, he just waved his hand and asked others to take him down.
The Mechanic Priest's actions were indeed inappropriate, but in the Mechanical Temple, which was known for its extremes, the people of Castel were not surprised by this.
But they didn't expect Hela to be so oppressive.
The three of them looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Isn't it said that there are no transcendents in the Mechanical Temple? Why can even transcendents like Gaia and Zoe feel her power?
Several other Mechanic Priests carefully put away their steam rifles at Hela's signal. Hela then led the three of them out of the hall where the Gear Sage was and into the lounge at the back.
"This is the room for you all to rest. If you need anything, you can ask the mechanical waiter to come and handle it."
"Thank you for your hospitality. When are you free? We would like to discuss the matter mentioned in the previous letter with the Mechanical Templar."
The matter in the letter was naturally about the exchange of technology. The letter sent by Zeus almost made it clear that Castel had more holy relics and was willing to exchange them.
"His Holiness the Pope is currently unavailable to see guests. As for me, I'm available for the next few days. I'll be in charge of matters concerning the Mechanical Temple. Just speak to me directly." She suddenly changed the subject. "I remember Count Hughes said in his letter that he would bring some goods from Castel?"
"Of course, but many of those things are quite large and inconvenient to carry around. They're still on the airship. I'll have them deliver them over right now."
Hela nodded slightly.
Candle holder.
This is the largest church of the Candlelight Society in the Rhine and also the headquarters of the highest level of the church - the Council of Keepers of Secrets.
But the priests of the Candlelight Society generally call this place the Candlelight Cathedral, and some simply call it the Rhine Cathedral.
Beatrice was placed under house arrest here.
For a long time, she could only move around in her room and the library. It would be more accurate to say that she was under confinement rather than house arrest.
But the situation has changed recently. After she became the new empress of the empire, the control over her was not so strict because of the need to meet with ministers and attend various occasions.
Beatrice also knew that her only value was the surname "Joan" and her identity as an investigator. She did not make trouble, but honestly did what the church asked.
Therefore, she also gained some small freedom. For example, at this moment, she was walking in a side hall with a curious look on her face.
There was nothing special about the palace, but it contained a lot of strange and bizarre things.
There are new gas lamps with unique shapes, sweaters knitted by machines with fine and neat stitches, small pocket watches, and huge, cursing steam engines.
Beatrice looked at this and touched that along the way, with amazement and curiosity in her eyes.
Finally, she stopped in front of an inconspicuous little box.
Unfasten the buckle on the box and push open the lid, and a refreshing fragrance will waft out.
It was one of Castel's early industrial products, a box of soap.
Beatrice also brought some soap back to the Rhine and took out a few pieces for promotion in the salon. The effect was very good. Unfortunately, before she could promote it, the Queen was assassinated, and she inexplicably became the Pope of the Candlelight Society.
Naturally, the remaining soap could not be given away. Even if she dared to give it away, no one dared to accept it.
Beatrice collected them carefully. She felt that she might never be able to return to Castres, so she used them very sparingly and only used a few pieces in total. She especially liked the berry scent, the sweet fruity aroma unique to Castres, which she had never smelled again after leaving the island.
Every time she lathered her hands, she would sniff gently, feeling herself surrounded by the berry scent, which reminded her of her time in Castell.
That was her happiest time, and it also helped her get through many difficult days.
Beatrice took a bar of soap from the box and sniffed it.
Finier later developed more scents, and the scents of the soaps became more diverse and delicate. A box of soaps contained dozens of pieces, and almost all of them were different.
But Beatrice searched around and finally picked up a bar of orange-red soap.
This one has a berry scent, and she still likes it best.
"The ritual will soon be successful, and soon I will become the Named One."
Beatrice raised her head and looked at Hela who was standing quietly beside her.
Unlike before, there was no light in Hela's eyes, which were as empty as a machine.
(End of this chapter)
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