Alien Knights

Waiting in the lounge at the back of the clothing store, Charlotte looked at the oil paintings on the wall with great interest, while her maid focused on the clothing samples piled up in the corner.

Cathy brought two cups of fruit tea, bent down and said, "Countess, I'm very sorry, my master is dealing with some business, and will come over later."

Charlotte waved her hand to signal Cathy not to worry.

Seeing the other party hurriedly busy with the matter at hand, Charlotte took out a design sketch book from the bookcase in the lounge, and sat down on a strange-looking sofa in the room.

When she first sat down, the soft and elastic material of the leather sofa startled the Countess, she immediately jumped up, turned around, touched the sofa, and studied it carefully.

Soon, Charlotte was deeply addicted to this comfortable feeling and couldn't extricate herself from it at all.

I lazily opened the design drawing and looked at it again and again. Apart from the trendy and eye-catching clothing concept drawings, what interested Charlotte most were a few strange sketches.

One is in a huge room, with many square boxes showing pictures, a bunch of shining round crystal chips, and many unknown strange machines.

The second one is under a crystal dome. Five open floors are connected by stairs. Each floor has countless connected small rooms. Each room has a counter that sells different kinds of items.

Turn the two drawings to the back, the former says "Between Creation" and the latter says "Commercial City".

Just when Charlotte was still guessing what these things were, Mary opened the door and walked in.

The countess stood up from the chair, and trotted all the way to hug the latter into her arms: "Mary! It's great to see you! I was always worried about your safety before I heard that something happened in the Silver Ring Kingdom and received your letter!"

Faced with Charlotte's enthusiasm, Mary was a little at a loss, so she could only sit down while comforting her.

Charlotte listened to the voices of the women outside the door who were arguing endlessly over price and style, and said to Mary with a smile: "From the day you became your palace etiquette instructor, you have always had a way to surprise me."

Mary looked a little tired, with faint eye circles around her eyes, and her words were a little out of breath: "Mrs. Charlotte, please forgive me for not contacting you until last month."

"You look like you haven't slept all day. It's a good thing to be busy opening a store, but forgetting to sleep is a woman's enemy!"

Mary looked at the serious Mrs. Charlotte amusedly. The other party's obsession with beauty, etiquette and clothing could be described as stubborn, but who would have thought that this noble lady who looked only twenty-five or sixteen years old was actually nearly forty years old?

"In the past few nights, I have suffered from insomnia, but it has nothing to do with the opening of the store, and I didn't drink coffee this morning..." Mary's voice became lower and lower.

Charlotte sat forward and asked, "Coffee?"

"Ah, no, it's nothing." Mary took out a few sketches and put them in front of Charlotte: "Teacher, in addition to the design drawings I sent you last time, I recently designed a few sets of summer clothes, adding some 'Bilantz' and 'Gothic' elements. Take a look."

After glancing briefly at the drawings, Charlotte returned her eyes to Mary's face, and said softly and helplessly in her voice: "The stage of Yinhuan has come to an end."

Mary's hands stiffened.

"Those past events have long since disappeared in the smoke." Charlotte lowered her voice a bit: "Your husband, the former king, is the same."

Mary bowed her head and closed her eyes.

"God pulled out a rib from a man and created women, so that we can always remember our own destiny." Charlotte looked at the other party's lonely expression, and sighed softly: "Women, after all, should find a man to lean on and support each other in this world of suffering, and walk through the trial road set by fate."

Mary shook her head and shook off all the complicated thoughts in her mind: "Teacher, after I came to Muxi City, I never felt that I was sinking into the quagmire of suffering. On the contrary, I lived a fulfilling and joyful life that I never had before. The humble person who succumbed to my father and husband has died in the cage. Now I am learning and enjoying every moment, the vitality and satisfaction brought by new things, this is the first time I really feel that I am alive."

Charlotte smiled.

She reached out and touched the top of Mary's head with the look and motion of a mother who encourages her child to stand up after she has fallen as a toddler.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of writing to ask me to come? As long as I can help, I will never refuse."

Mary hugged the stack of design drawings in her hand to her chest, her eyes sparkled: "I want to turn Twilight City into the art and fashion center of the whole world!"

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"What? Say it again?!"

Ulysses rubbed his forehead vigorously, with a look of disbelief, he asked loudly to the man in front of him.

Sitting opposite him was a confident fat rich businessman who held up a duckbill clip in his hand and said to the patent registrar on the opposite side of the table: "The thing in my hand is an invention with epoch-making and historical significance. It will eventually be recorded in the annals of history and will last forever..."

Ulysses interrupted the other party loudly: "No, no, the previous introductions will be omitted. What's the use of saying this thing again?!"

"In those noble public places, there are often such embarrassing moments, you want to expel excess gas from your body, but you are afraid of making indecent noises..."

Ulysses opened his eyes: "Exhaust the excess gas?!"

The monk assistant sitting next to him reminded in a low voice: "I believe he meant farting..."

"Damn it! I know it's fart!" Ulysses' face was darker than the bottom of the pot, and he waved his hands: "Go ahead."

The rich businessman raised the duckbill clip above his head, and the sound was so loud that everyone in the office looked sideways at him: "With this 'Fart Muffler', no matter where you are, no matter what position you are in, you can fart as much as you want, without any trace!"

The monk assistant didn't notice Ulysses' distressed expression, and asked with interest: "Then how is it used?"

"Just point this little thing and put it in..." The wealthy businessman made a downward movement of the duckbill clip towards his buttocks, raised his brows, and said with a wretched expression, "When you want to do something, just use your lower abdomen to force the clip to open to the maximum, ensuring the unimpeded flow of air, and naturally there will be no sound."

Ulysses, who was on the verge of collapse, couldn't stand it any longer. He stamped the patent application form for "Fart Muffler", stamped a dozen red crosses like chicken pecking rice, and shouted, "Rejected!"

When the rich businessman saw this, his face was flushed with anger, and he protested loudly with a small clip: "Why should my invention patent be rejected, you don't understand at all..."

Ulysses rang the bell, and the guards appeared, picked up the rich merchant, and dragged him to the gate.

His "soul-stirring" pleading still echoed in the hall.

"Ignorant guy! When you are rejected by your loved ones because of farting, you will understand how important my invention is!!"

Ulysses rubbed his temples and said indignantly, "Although the teachers and students of Muxi College must help the Kingdom with administrative affairs, I don't want to do this kind of patent review anymore!"

The monk assistant carefully glanced at the scholar, and asked tentatively: "There is another person outside who has submitted a patent application. Do you think we should let him go back?"

Ulysses sighed, and said helplessly, "Forget it, let him in."

A thin man sat across from Ulysses.

The latter noticed that the man, plagued by long-term malnutrition, had a haggard body, but his hands were impressive. The ten fingers are long and slender, as flexible and powerful as a pianist.

Ulysses picked up the other party's application form and glanced at it, and was taken aback by the patent name - "Human Blood Circulation".

Seeing the thin man take out dozens of sketches from his arms, there are schematic diagrams of the blood circulation of the human heart, anatomical diagrams of human blood circulation, and even schematic diagrams of capillaries. Ulysses patted his assistant on the shoulder with trembling hands: "Go and ask Master Terrence to come here! As soon as possible!"

The research on the human body in another world is still stuck in the ancient Tyro period.

The most representative of these is the human blood circulation system.

The blood circulation theory supported by the church is also called "Galenism". The general idea is: the creation of the human body is the masterpiece of the gods. The blood comes from the "spiritual energy" bestowed by God. It is produced by the liver and flows through the small hole in the heart.

The man who applied for the patent completely overturned the church's blood circulation theory, divided the human blood vessels into arteries and veins, and described in detail the structure of the heart and the circulation route of blood, and even clearly drew the structure of capillaries.

Twenty minutes later, Terrence sat in the reception room, put down the picture in his hand, and looked at the man in front of him: "What's your name?"

"Wayne Dunlop."

"Are you a doctor?"

Wayne nodded: "To be precise, I am a veterinarian."

Terrence narrowed his eyes slightly: "How did you draw these pictures?"

"I took a microbiology course at Muxi College for a period of time. Later, I spent all my savings, bought a microscope, and found the capillaries in animals. I was thinking at that time, since animals exchange blood from arteries and veins through capillaries, then humans should be the same, so I sneaked into Silver Ring City with the microscope..."

Ulysses suppressed the volume and exclaimed.

Wayne continued: "Under the control of the northern barbarian country, there were deaths every day in Silver Ring City at that time, and my experimental materials also had a stable source."

Terrence frowned and said, "Desecrate the dead body..."

"Instead of allowing those bodies to be eaten by maggots, it is better to let them contribute their last strength for the great truth." Wayne lowered his head and crossed his fingers, saying so.

Terrence stroked the white beard on his chin, pondered for a while, closed his eyes and said, "Take him to register the patent."

After helping the veterinarian to register the patent, Ulysses returned to the reception room and began to discuss with Master Terrence.

"Master, I have already told him and other insiders that the matter of blood circulation must be kept secret and cannot be disclosed."

Terrence nodded after listening, pondered for a while, and said to Ulysses: "Do you know what the discovery of human blood circulation means?"

Looking at the other person shaking his head, Terrence said slowly: "In the eyes of the church, the human body is God's creation and the most critical line of defense in theology. Uncovering the secrets of human physiology is the sharpest spear against the church."