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Chapter 563 Dead Sea Scrolls Heaven Book (Request for subscription, request for votes)
"The Dead Sea Scrolls? What is that?" The second Duke of Wellington still had his eyes fixed on the "Dead Sea Scrolls", as if this was the only treasure in the world worth owning.

Wen Xian, who was acting as the translator, also stared at the "Contract Version" and even forgot to translate the words of the Chairman of the British Magic Committee into Chinese.

"Have you ever read the ninth chapter of the Book of Daniel, Duke?" Feng Yunshan suddenly asked in English, startling Wen Xian so much that he immediately shifted his gaze from the jade to Feng Yunshan.

Wellington's right eye squinted behind his monocle: "The Bible predicts that Jerusalem will be desolate for seventy years."

"Brother Tian buried seventy boxes of parchment scrolls by the Dead Sea before he ascended to heaven." Feng Yunshan took out a yellowed parchment map. The locations of the caves marked with cinnabar were exactly the same as the Dead Sea Scroll sites discovered in the 20th century. He switched to Chinese and said, "I, James, Simon, Judah, and the Queen's previous life, Mary and Samiro, helped him move the boxes!"

This time, Wenxian finally devoted himself to the translation work with full energy.

The Duke's cigar ash fell on the oak table: "Your Highness said that these are"

Feng Yunshan tapped a cave symbol on the map: "Hebrew and Aramaic documents, including biblical manuscripts, apocryphal books, pseudo-books, sectarian documents, etc. Each volume was personally selected by Jesus to be left to future believers."

The second Duke of Wellington murmured to himself: "If these ancient scrolls were shipped back to London..."

"The Anglican Church has great hope of becoming another universal church!" Feng Yunshan continued the words of the Second Duke of Wellington in Chinese, while carefully wrapping the jade tablet in a piece of yellow silk cloth.

Feng Yunshan paused, waited for Wen Xian to translate his words into English, and then continued: "But what Brother Tian left for me is the more precious Journey to Heaven."

"Is this Journey to Heaven by Jesus for you?" Wen Xian, who was translating, was a little confused. "Or is it for Joseph?"

"Of course it's for me," Feng Yunshan said with a smile, "It belongs to Southern King Feng Yunshan, because this book is written in Chinese characters!"

After listening to Bonham's translation, the second Duke of Wellington was so surprised that his wig tilted slightly: "Written in Chinese characters?"

"Lishu script," Feng Yunshan showed a reminiscent expression, "I didn't know Chinese characters at the time, so I asked Jesus for advice. He told me that those were all his notes from his travels around heaven!"

The Duke's cigar dropped to the floor, and he thought of the extracts from Paradise on the walls of London's East End, and the workers rushing into the Stock Exchange shouting "From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs."

"King Luo Wu's work is nothing more than a crude imitation of Brother Tian's Travel Notes." Feng Yunshan took out his own enamel tobacco box with the "EU" pattern, opened the lid, and twisted out a handful of gold thread from it, "If this original work were to appear in the world."

Wellington II's silver cane dented the carpet. "What does your Highness want?"

Feng Yunshan ran his fingertips across the sheepskin map. "Let's go together to find the Dead Sea scrolls that Jesus left us. I only want one third and the Journey to Heaven. The rest you can share with the French."

In fact, the Dead Sea Scrolls are not important to Feng Yunshan and Luo Yaoguo. What is really important is the classical Chinese version of the Lishu script "Journey to Heaven". That is a book written by Ji Du!

If the curtain of Caiaphas is real, the New Testament is real, and the dozens of boxes of Dead Sea Scrolls left by Jesus are real, then how could Giddens's "Journey to Heaven" be fake?

The Mediterranean sea breeze blew through the porthole of the battleship "Napoleon", blowing Rinko's black hair scattered on the pillow. She leaned lazily on Prince Napoleon's chest, her fingertips gently stroking the jade tablet.

"Your Highness," Rinko's voice was a little lazy, "Do you know why Brother Tian left the covenant to Joseph?" Her fingers gently stroked the prince's chest muscles.

Prince Napoleon's eyes fell on the tablet of the covenant, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Isn't it because he is Jesus' brother?"

Rinko chuckled, turned over and lay on the prince, pressing the jade tablet against his chest: "No, it's because Brother Tian foresaw the decline of the Roman Empire and the rise of France." Her voice was low and seductive, "And you will be the one who makes France glorious again. So don't doubt your fate, and don't let my efforts be in vain!"

Prince Napoleon's hand touched Rinko's back, his fingertips touching the whip marks on her back: "But Sevastopol"

His tone was a little low. Although Rinko was optimistic about him, he knew that he was not Napoleon I after all. Facing the indestructible fortress, he had no confidence in victory.

"Shhh..." Rinko put her finger against his lips, "King Luo Wu had foreseen all this." She leaned close to the prince's ear, her warm breath spraying on his earlobe, "As long as you can postpone the general attack until next year, the 'Battle Angel' will send a super artillery shell that is powerful enough to destroy the fortress."

The prince's hand suddenly tightened: "What kind of shells?"

"Piric acid shells." Rinko's voice was as light as a whisper, "But you must help us purchase the raw materials, and keep it absolutely confidential." Her fingers drew circles on the prince's chest, "Only if you keep this secret can you ensure victory." Napoleon's breathing became rapid, and his hand slid to Rinko's waist: "Are you going to hide it even from the British?"

"Of course! That's why we need your help." Rinko suddenly sat up, the moonlight outlining her graceful curves. "In addition, Wang Yan's naval expedition team needs blueprints of a 2500-horsepower steam engine and the design of a 5000-ton ironclad ship." Her voice was pleading. "Only you can help us get these."

The prince sat up suddenly, with cold sweat on his forehead: "These are the top secrets of France!"

Rinko's fingers gently stroked his cheek: "But haven't you always wanted to be Napoleon IV?" Her voice was a little bewitching, "With these, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's fleet will be able to contain part of the British Navy in the future, and you" her fingers slid to the prince's Adam's apple, "will be able to complete the unfinished business of Napoleon I!"

Napoleon grabbed Rinko's wrist and said in a hoarse voice: "You mean I can accomplish what my uncle couldn't accomplish?"

"This is Napoleon's fate! Britain and France are separated by only a narrow strait. Victoria will not sit idly by and watch France become great again!" Rinko leaned over and kissed the prince's lips. The jade seal slipped from her hand.
When their breathing calmed down again, Rinko leaned against the prince's arms and made a cross on his chest with her fingers. "My uncle, King Luo Wu, said that the fall of Sevastopol will be the first step in your coronation." Her voice was a little dreamy. "And I will stay in Europe until the moment you wear the crown."

Prince Napoleon looked out the porthole at the dark sea, and the lighthouse in the distance flickered faintly. His hand unconsciously stroked the whip marks on Rinko's back, and his heart surged, unable to control himself. The woman next to him had a fatal temptation to him - not only because of her beauty, but also because this woman was pushing him step by step to that unimaginable peak.
"I'll find a way." The prince finally spoke, his voice filled with determination, "But you have to promise me that you will never betray me, even if it's for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

Rinko raised her head, her eyes sparkling with a strange light in the moonlight: "I swear, in the name of God." Her finger gently stroked the prince's lips, "You will become the emperor of France, and I" her voice was as light as a whisper, "will become your secret concubine."

On the outskirts of Tianjing, in the "outdoor study of things" test field of the Taiping University Hall in Purple Mountain, the October sunshine shines on the explosion-proof walls made of blue bricks.

Luo Yaoguo retreated to a shelter thirty feet away holding the gold-plated pocket watch. Maria ran behind him with her long skirt lifted up. Xu Shou's fingers were glowing a strange bright yellow due to the preparation of picric acid.

"Light the fire!" Zhu Ba, who had just returned to Tianjing to serve as the Minister of Staff of the Ministry of Army, shouted, scaring Li Cuihua, who had given birth to a big fat boy for him last year and was now Su Sanniang's adjutant.

"boom!"

As the fuse burned out, thirty kilograms of picric acid explosives exploded into a huge green fireball in the pit fifty steps away.

The shock wave knocked over three scarecrows used for observation, and the elm target board wrapped in iron sheets was torn into wooden thorns.

Behind the riot wall, Su Sanniang's hair bun was blown away by the gust of wind, and the Minister of Armaments Li Kezhong's telescope was almost pinched.

"Oh my God!" Schneider, a Prussian chemist who had been dealing with picric acid for more than half a year, collapsed in the mud, his wig askew, revealing his bald head.

"This is ten times stronger than black powder!" Luo Yaoguo brushed off the dust on his robe and said, "Xuecun, how is the charge stability problem solved?"

Xu Shou, who had been promoted to the technical director of the Armament Department, took out a cylinder wrapped in beeswax from a metal box. "According to your highness's instructions, several professors of the University's Psychic Department and their students conducted hundreds of experiments and came up with a method of using pure beeswax to isolate the air and line the inside with 30% diatomaceous earth to passivate picric acid."

He used a silver knife to cut open the wax seal, and the pale yellow crystals showed no signs of decomposition in the sun. "Pack them in layers in silk bags, and pad them with three layers of cotton wool during transportation."

"What should we do if we encounter an open flame?" Xiang Xun, chief artillery officer of the Ministry of the Army, had a trembling voice.

Luo Yaoguo glanced at Maria, who carefully picked up a crystal with a pair of tweezers and threw it into the charcoal basin. The moment the green flame rose, Wang Dalong, the assistant chief of staff of the Navy Department, had already picked up sand to cover the fire.

“Safer than black powder.” Maria’s blue eyes reflected the embers, “but never come into contact with metal—especially copper.”

Schneider suddenly jumped up and gestured in stiff official language: "The shell must be made of lead! The fuse tube must be wrapped in tin foil!"

He grabbed a piece of charcoal and drew on the ground, "Coat the inner wall of the bullet with three millimeters of shellac."

"It has been tested." Xu Shou lifted the straw curtain, revealing twenty lead-cased round-head bullets. "We also need to use silk padding to isolate the crystals and the shells to ensure absolute safety during transportation."

Luo Yaoguo nodded gently: "Add a little insurance factor. Each box of medicine should not exceed ten kilograms. First, build thirty-six special ox carts and send them to King Shi Yi." He pointed to the special ox carts being tested outside the test site. "The carriage is lined with felt, and the axle is covered with three layers of cowhide."

(End of this chapter)