1139 Exhibition (1/2)

Carls Federation, Planet Stael.

Since the inception of the Black Iron Age, the steam era had been like a landslide and tsunami, bringing profound changes to this continent.

The ancient empire collapsed, sending countless nobles and kings to the gallows. Since then, the largest countries in the White Continent were divided into three different countries.

Among them, there was Holy Celbera, which had been criticized by historians over a large number of ancient remnants, and Arkham, the commercial center known for free trade and being completely liberal. The Carls Federation was a unique regime between the two. Its chief magistrate, who was elected by ballot, exercised great authority and even had the protection of civilian officials, judges, etc.

Year 401 of the Black Iron Calendar. In an exhibition hall, Kimbert City, Carls Federation.

”The next exhibition hall belongs to Vincent Gun. He was a great archaeologist, historian, and artist. He is famous for examining the origin of the Mandala on the Black Continent and had participated in many archaeological discoveries. In his later years, he turned his attention toward art. His paintings are known for their unrestrained colors and abstract artistic conception, and it has even devloped into an abstract painting style. Just last month, his work 'Dream' sold for a high price of 3,600 gold punks at an auction!”

The female guide stood in front of an oil painting and introduced clearly and concisely.

”… Mr. Vincent suffered from diseases and nightmares in his later years, which can be seen in his later paintings. In the end, he chose to end his life. This was the greatest loss to the art world and the archaeology world in years…”

Fang Yuan was looking quietly at the oil painting among the flow of people.

Vincent was about forty years old on it, with a reclining hairline and wrinkles on his forehead.

Below the painting was a line of description. ”Vincent Gun, Black Iron Calendar Year 332-385, archaeologist, artist…”

”So, he eventually couldn't bear the increasing extraordinary characteristics?” He could not help but sigh.

Fang Yuan was wearing a suit and holding a cane, looking like a gentleman.

He had finally arrived in the Sagittarius Galaxy and naturally chose the more familiar Planet Stael as his destination.

Unfortunately, the follower he thought was still alive had eventually ended his life on the route of crazed self-destruction.

But in fact, this was normal. It was almost impossible for an ordinary person to fully accept extraordinary characteristics. They would go mad sooner or later.

”Miss Tour Guide! I have a question!” A boy of sixteen or seventeen raised his hand.

He had curly blonde, brown eyes, and a few freckles.

”What's your question? I'd be glad to help!” The tour guide smiled kindly.

”It was really unfortunate, but I'm more inclined to think that his luck was just bad!” The tour guide smiled. ”Although there was also a saying that Vincent went mad after his third son died in an accident and every oil painting he created toward the later stages of his life was cursed, there weren't many collectors who suffered from misfortune…”

”Then, the legend about his identity is also fake, for example… being a wizard?” the freckled boy continued to ask.

”Young man, the ships of the federation could cross the ocean a hundred years ago to arrive at the Black Continent and Yellow Continent, almost exploring the entire world. However, none of those ancient legends such as wizards, werewolves, and witches who specialized in kidnapping children have ever been found!” The tour guide pushed her glasses higher up her nose. ”Compared to that, you believe in those historical songs? For example, about the Ancients who ruled the planet?”

”Haha…”

The female tour guide's playful reply caused jolly laughter.

Amid the hustle, the freckled boy lowered his head, and his eyes flashed with a bit of unwillingness.

Another lover of the occult! Fang Yuan secretly commented on the teenager and then looked at the tour guide.

She was well-dressed, tall, and had a small nameplate pinned in front of her full chest. Angelina?! Another interesting person!

After finishing with this exhibition hall, he walked into another hall.

It was a fusion of historical and cultural exhibitions. There were different landscapes in each hall and even rare products from the Black and Yellow continents.

Although Fang Yuan somewhat disapproved of this method of distinguishing continents based on their skin color, it had become custom in this country, so he let it be.

It was just that all the citizens of the White continent felt as though they were superior and civilized. As for the Black and Yellow continents? That was where slaves and farmers were born. And of course, there were also some terrible spells and voodoo legends…

After he finished browsing, he walked out of the exhibition hall and called for a carriage.

This carriage was painted black and reflected the sun. The coachman sat in his position with a serious and respectful expression.

”To 23 Parasol Street!”