NCCnovel Chapter 158 Teaching Bernadette
Chapter 158 Teaching Bernadette
Chapter 158 Teaching Bernadette
Bernadette looked at him calmly and said, "You seem surprised by my answer."
Cyril shook his head: "I just find you surprisingly easy to talk to."
Bernadette pointed to her eyes, where a deep purple hue occasionally flashed.
"The 'Master of Prophecy' can predict the consequences of one's choices and also glimpse what the best choice will be next." She paused slightly, and then an invisible servant carrying a book came up. Cyril turned her head and saw that it was the bound book of Russell's Diary.
Bernadette took the diary and casually flipped to a page:
"Let's begin learning that ancient language today."
"Do you prefer to be paid daily, or accumulated and paid all at once?"
Her tone was calm and casual, yet it gave people an unquestionable feeling.
"Hmm... I'll accumulate them for now. I don't have any urgent needs at the moment."
After answering, Cyril looked at the open page of the diary in Bernadette's hand, his expression gradually stiffening.
"On November 3rd, Matilda was three months pregnant. Now I think even the maids from the countryside are pretty. No, I can't lower my standards and class. Coincidentally, Countess Furles invited me to a private party. Hehe."
"Archbishop Van Esting asked me for help on November 8th. What can I do to help an archbishop?"
...Well, let's preserve the last vestiges of Roselle's dignity. With a sigh, he pointed to the date at the top of each diary entry, intending to teach Bernadette simple numbers and Chinese characters related to time, such as year, month, and day.
With his rambling and evasive explanation, Bernadette learned to identify the dates on the diary in less than ten minutes.
Having learned some Chinese characters, Bernadette asked in a good mood:
"Do you have any concerns about the contents of this page of your diary?"
While Cyril was pondering how to answer, she had already turned to the next page of her diary.
"I'm not in a hurry to know what's in his diary. As long as you're alive, I'll have plenty of time to find out."
"Could you explain the text on this page?"
Cyril looked at the next page of Roselle's diary, his expression cracking slightly... "Your Majesty, you don't need to record your casual sex experiences in your diary so frequently."
Seeing that Sirion did not answer, Bernadette turned to the next page.
"And this page?"
Cyril lowered his eyes and glanced over:
"On February 9th, I had my third child, and I named him Bonova."
Cyril's eyes lit up... finally, there was something positive in this lousy diary.
He paused, then pointed to a few words on the previous page and read them aloud, word by word:
"Bo...No...Va..."
"This is how Emperor Rosell introduces his children; these three words represent the emperor's second son, Bonois."
"Then these words mean Bernadette, Bernadette..."
"This is Charles..., Charles, the eldest son of Emperor Roselle."
Bernadette carefully wrote down these words, repeatedly reading them aloud several times. Then, she suddenly asked:
How did he describe his children in his diary?
When it came to topics that could delay teaching time, Sirion was happy to answer:
"The Emperor believed that his eldest son, Charles, was the most unfortunate, because he inherited only a few extraordinary traits, yet he was forced to repeat the Emperor's path."
"The eldest daughter, Bernadette, is fortunate because she is free to choose the extraordinary path she desires."
"The second son, Bonova, lies somewhere in between. Although his extraordinary path was fixed, the Emperor endowed him with extraordinary characteristics equivalent to a Sequence 5 extraordinary being. He was already a 'astrologer' capable of displaying various special abilities from birth."
"Lucky, huh..." Bernadette murmured before asking again.
"Judging from the length of this diary entry, it must contain more than this, right?"
Cyril nodded slightly and said, "There is also a conversation between the Emperor and Zarathustra, the leader of the Secret Order, in which he asked Zarathustra about the future of his three children."
"What is it?" Bernadette asked, her tone surprisingly calm, as if she didn't care much about the question.
Cyril glanced at the diary again before saying:
Zarathustra praised Bonova as a lovely angel, and commented on the Charles, saying that death was the inevitable end, but perhaps it was a good thing.
"Finally, there is Bernadette. Zarathustra says that in the future she will hate the Emperor, despise him, and betray him, and that she will become a great figure in the mystical world."
"Emperor Roselle did not approve of this future; he believed that Zarathustra's divination had gone wrong."
Bernadette suddenly fell silent and didn't speak for a long time.
After a long pause, she suddenly looked at Cyril and asked, "Do you think Zarathustra's prophecy is accurate?"
"Um...it should be accurate, right?" He paused, feeling he should offer some comfort, and then said:
"However, as Emperor Roselle believed, Zarathustra was not a 'prophet,' and fate was not the primary means of 'divination.' Zarathustra's prophecies were probably only about a certain point in the future, not the true, complete future."
Bernadette continued, "Do you think his relationship with his children can improve?"
Cyril rubbed his chin with his thumb and said, "If the Emperor could rise from his grave."
As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual intuition gave him a brief warning, so brief that he almost thought it was an illusion.
He glanced up at Bernadette, who was standing calmly in front of him, and after a moment of indignation, continued to teach her to identify some of the names that appeared in the diary.
Gradually, Bernadette's expression became less calm, and Cyril even sensed the impending storm emanating from her.
Why are there so many female names in the diary?
"Why are most of them noble ladies or wives from Intis?"
Cyril paused for a moment as he pointed to the next name... He had been careless, only thinking of teaching some names to get by, forgetting that the essence of these diaries was the erotic memoirs of Emperor Roselle.
However, these are all names from over a hundred years ago. How do you remember them so clearly?
Composing himself, he chuckled and explained, "Diaries are rather private matters. You should read them yourself after you learn how to write them. I won't explain them directly."
"If the Emperor were to suddenly come back to life one day and discover that someone is spreading the contents of his diary, he would probably be punished by the gods."
Bernadette gave him a deep look, then reluctantly accepted his explanation and moved on from the matter.
South of the bridge, Wildy Street.
A pumpkin carriage sped across the dark night sky, out of the reach of the streetlights, and after traveling a distance in mid-air, it stopped at the second-floor window of a red-walled, pointed-roofed house.
A layer of eerie blue light rippled across the windowpane, quickly condensing into an illusory door. Then, Cyril leaped out from behind the "door."
As soon as he entered the room, Cyril's spiritual intuition was triggered; during the time he was away, there had been strange intruders in the room.
He quickly glanced around, and finally his gaze settled on the full-length mirror in the corner.
The astrologer's intuition told him that something else existed behind the mirror.
He glanced back at the pumpkin carriage still standing outside the window, hesitating whether to ask Bernadette for help, when she spoke directly:
"There is no danger."
"Huh? Okay, I understand." Xi Ruien was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded his thanks to the other party.
After watching the pumpkin carriage leave, he turned his gaze to the full-length mirror in the corner, pondered for a moment, and then walked over.
As he placed his hand on the mirror, layers of ethereal blue light rippled out, opening a phantom door to the world within the mirror.
What was behind the mirror was somewhat unexpected: a stack of Russell's diaries.
"Clarice, she was here?"
As he whispered, he took a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it into the air.
The gold coin spun a few times in the air before landing back in his hand, heads up, indicating approval!
After a two-second silence, he flicked the gold coin into the air again.
After repeating this several times, he took the gold coins back, went to the window, and scanned the quiet street twice.
"I have a feeling that Backlund's mechanical heart is a bit off. It was supposed to protect me secretly, but it didn't notice that I left, nor did it notice that Clarice came, nor did it notice Bernadette's pumpkin carriage just now."
"If the results of the survey hadn't told me that there were indeed people secretly protecting me nearby, I would have suspected that Iconsel was just comforting me during the day."
He whispered a couple of words, then drew the curtains, took off his coat, and headed to the bathroom.
As soon as he turned the doorknob, a thick gray fog suddenly billowed out before his eyes, and then he saw Sherlock Moriarty praying to "The Fool".
"Revered Mr. 'Fool,' I wish to meet with Mr. 'Fate' in your divine realm. I have some questions regarding extraordinary paths that I would like to consult him."
Come again?
He muttered something to himself, then looked up at the magnificent figure above the gray mist and calmly nodded:
"I'm fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep red light rose before his eyes, and after a slight daze, he found himself in an ancient palace above the gray mist.