Under the same moonlight, a dim lamp lit up in silence.
Between the rows of huge bookshelves, an old man wearing a long white coat swept over the rows of heavy book spines with a serious expression.
He looked to be in his forties, and his hair was almost falling out. The few remaining gray hair were disheveled, and his white research clothes were stained with dirt and dust. It seemed that they had not been washed for a long time, and he exuded a kind of smell. There is a weird sour smell, like pickles and wine lees that have been left out for too long.
He is like a beggar, but when he stares at the books and meditates, his eyes are so dark that he cannot see the bottom.
"Char, I have always believed that the reason why I am successful is because I stand on the shoulders of giants. What do you think?" he said suddenly.
"Tsk!" The blond young man snorted and sneered: "You can think whatever you want."
"No, I'm asking..." The old man bounced hard, then stepped hard with his feet, his expression was cheerful, as if he was about to dance a cheerful tap dance:
"-How does it feel for you to be this 'giant'?"
At his feet, Charles carried this damn old man humiliatingly: "...can I curse?"
"Okay, you can't scold me anyway."
The old man named Newton stepped on his shoulder, whistled, and took down an ancient classic from the top of the sixth floor bookshelf. He couldn't control himself with excitement: "Ah ha ha ha, I finally found it! Ciel, As a 'mount', you have made great contributions! On behalf of the institute, I want to commend you!"
"... What a shame!" Charles's expression twitched, and the sound of his teeth rubbing was like a kitchen knife rubbing against a pallet. He wanted to eat this old man alive.
As the saying goes, there are people outside of people, there are people outside who are mean, and there are people outside of people. Ciel, this bitch, has been running around Avalon for so many years, but he never thought that there would be such a big pit waiting for him.
Forget it, I accidentally signed a work agreement for the Royal Academy. After I came to work happily, I was kicked into the gutter by this damn old man.
In name, he rose to the top in one step and became the world's leading mechanical engineering master, experimental assistant and personal secretary to the president of the Royal Academy.
But after going to work, I realized that all my colleagues looked at me with pity.
"Don't even think you can keep up with me."
Newton said this at the time: "Mediocrities like you cannot understand the realm of genius, so do your job well and shine silently where others can't see it. I don't need you to be able to do experiments and research. What a boring contribution you have made, anyway, it’s almost the same whether you have brains or not… Well, as for the specific work content, just perform a drill in the fire hoop for me to relieve my stress and have fun.”
In short, Ciel's job is to be tortured by this old man in various ways... For example, in order to satisfy his desire to take a bath while overlooking the beautiful scenery of Avalon, he went all over the city to find construction teams and materials to add to the top floor of the institute. Had a swimming pool.
Well, private, complete with a full range of fine wines and the best bartenders.
Then at the ribbon-cutting ceremony on the day when the building was completed, the world's top bartender traveled thousands of miles to report in a tone full of aristocratic reserve and cordiality, Newton, the bastard... put the swimming pool in front of him Exploded!
"Okay, it's none of your business, you can go back."
He looked at everyone's dumbfounded look, laughing with joy.
One-third of the institute's budget this month was wiped out by him in such a fancy way!
Therefore, it is not scary to be mentally ill. What is scary is that after this person becomes insane, there are all kinds of fools who try their best to come to his door and give him money to burn and play with.
In this regard, Charles could only say: There is something wrong with this kind of person!
Fortunately, after using all kinds of unbelievable methods to burn through the entire institute's budget for that month, the budget review agency of Anglo's first department sent a euphemistically worded letter, saying that you have been playing for six months and it's time. Now that you're done, get down to work or we won't be able to reimburse your bills at all the brothels and private clubs in Avalon this year.
-The reason why the wording is very euphemistic is because this guy once served as a financial consultant for the Anglo National Bank for a month. In a month of eating, drinking and having fun, he solved the problem that his previous appointment had been unable to solve for decades.
In fact, he finished the proposal to solve the problem on the first day of work, and spent the remaining twenty-nine days engaging in prostitution and gambling. If the secretary hadn't discovered it early, he would have been able to do this for half a year!
All in all, since the patience of Mr. Qian was almost worn out, Newton thought about it with his lower body and decided that in order to keep his VIP membership, he should be more attentive to his work.
Thus, Charles's tortured life began... In just a few days, he battled wits and courage with this old man, and in order to keep his "respectable job", he began a life of blood and tears.
After carrying the old man as a mount for several hours, he finally found what he wanted from the mountain of archives.
But he was extremely curious about this.
What kind of research data is worthy of Newton, a bastard who has his eyes high above his head, to give up the important secret demonstration that is about to begin, and put the entire project team away for several hours to find it
And it is still stored in a top-secret archives...
"What, you want to see it?"
Newton, who was reading attentively, noticed his curiosity. After pondering for a moment, he nodded: "That's okay. You have devoted so much to this project, and you are indeed qualified to share this great masterpiece with me."
Charles was stunned, not expecting this old guy to be so generous. After hesitating for a moment, he came over. The ancient click book has turned yellow and curled, and many pages have been stuck together. The key parts seem to have been splashed with something, making them extremely blurry.
"Ah, my great knight, quickly unsheath your dragon-slaying sword, I can't wait... Ah, what a majestic holy spear, I have been impressed by your bravery... Ah... Come on, my little wolf dog , treated me violently..."
The more Charles continued to read, the uglier his expression became, until he finally dropped the whole book on the ground: "Isn't this a fucking pornographic book? You let so many people's pigeons go, and you also took out the Royal Orchestra's The representative stood there and stepped on my shoulder to search for three hours, delaying the final steps of starting the experiment, just to find a pornographic book in the top-secret archives!?"
"What are you talking about? This is my collection from a long time ago."
Newton picked it up from the ground with a distressed look on his face, and said with a serious look on his face: "Don't you think that at this time, it is more necessary to have a little pornographic book to cheer up?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the yellow spot on it: "Look, I've used it so many times! Because of your hard work, I wanted to reward you with it."
"Please don't!"
Charles seemed to have seen a ghost and was filled with indignation: "Forget it about pornographic books, but why are they all aunts?! Not even a younger one! And they tear stockings and lick shoes at every turn... Can't you have some taste? !”
"Young man, you are quite picky." Newton's smile suddenly became mysterious. He came over and lowered his voice: "I also have the younger one. The manuscript of Marquis de Sade a hundred years ago: "Holy Land"! Nineteen little girls in Paradise The story of the fall…”
Ciel's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"certainly!"
Newton became more and more mysterious: "There are still three undisclosed chapters, which will definitely make you stunned..."
Under the dim light, the two people whispered, their expressions constantly changing.
For some reason, the original solemn and secretive atmosphere was of course gone, only an indestructible atmosphere of obscenity was created.
…
There were rapid footsteps in the silent corridor, and the person in charge, who was almost desperate, finally looked forward to Newton's appearance, followed him, and whispered about the situation at the testing site.
"Everyone has already arrived, why have you been missing for four hours?"
"Why do you feel like you're dying after only four hours? Then next time I go out for five or six days and come back, won't I find you all dead?"
"But, the representatives of the Royal Orchestra are getting impatient."
"What's the use of being impatient? If I'm not happy, why don't I have to keep waiting?"
Newton glanced at him and strode forward.
Seeing his confident look, the person in charge was already going crazy: "The key is that we have not done any debugging or modification before this. We rushed to complete the 'prototype' and then started production. If your calculations If it’s wrong…”
"Idiot, do you even need to ask? Then the world must be wrong."
Newton shook him off and strode away, leaving the person in charge dumbfounded.
Beside him, Charles whistled happily and patted his shoulder:
"Hey, brother, do you want a pornographic book..."
“…”
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In the silent underground experimental site, there was an anxious atmosphere. All the commissioners who came to see the actual measurement results were sitting on the simple chairs specially prepared for them with dark faces, drinking one cup after another. Bad quality lemonade. But the anxiety in my heart was not extinguished, but my body was tortured.
No one would be happy if they were given free rein for four hours, let alone these commissioners who are at least powerful in various secret departments
Although the Royal Institution's style in recent decades has always been screwed up, but to this extent... it's simply outrageous! But they still had to wait, like dogs...
At the very least, the deputy captain of the Royal Musicians responsible for guarding Avalon has not shown any sign of impatience so far.
From the beginning, Mr. Andre has been sitting in his seat, with his eyes lowered and his expression cold and solemn, without any anxiety at all.
Just like stone sculptures.
But now, the stone sculpture's lowered eyes finally slowly raised.
"coming."
He said.