The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

The track car sped along the curved track laid out inside the Crystal Palace.

Angel threw down the rope from the railcar, and before the white mist had completely dissipated, X jumped up, grabbed the rope, and was pulled forward.

There are knots on the rope to make it easier to climb.

Ax quickly climbed up. As he clung to the edge of the carriage, Angel was holding tightly onto the ribbon on her head, her pointed ears fully exposed, like two startled silver leaves.

It's showing again. Didn't I tie a knot that was impossible to untie?

Ex reluctantly helped her hide her ears again.

"Master! Watch out ahead!" she suddenly pointed ahead.

A Templar Knight appeared at the end of the platform ahead, his longsword raised high, and he shouted a warning.

"It's alright, hold on tight!" Ax looked at the mechanical device of the railcar, and then suddenly pulled the emergency acceleration lever of the railcar.

The car's speed increased instantly. X and Angel ducked, dodging the sweeping sword blade, and rushed across the elevated platform.

She poked her head out again, then immediately ducked back in. Angel whispered, "They're chasing us down there!"

However, of course, it can't keep up with the speed of the railcar.

Moreover, the railcar encountered no obstacles along its path. But the Templars, on the ground, couldn't travel in a straight line.

"Never mind them. Here, Angel, you try—"

X pulled out the silver lamp and the fragments of the cross.

"Can you tell me how to use this?"

Since Angel is using her abilities to prolong her life, it's clear that she needs to absorb the energy.

"I...I'll give it a try."

Angel took the sacred object, then closed her eyes, seemingly recalling something.

The two sacred objects approached and touched, instantly unleashing a blinding light—

[The "living energy" has been replenished—]

[Status: The deceased has been revived. Time remaining: 177 hours and 15 minutes.]

Just as the system notification sounded, the track car crashed into the designed buffer wall.

Ex and Angel took off due to inertia and crashed onto the thick cushions beside them, while the silver lamp and fragments rolled into the rose bushes next to them.

Ax felt that the track designers had been too thoughtful—they had even considered how tourists would get off the train if it went out of control.

Fortunately, this is the end of the Crystal Palace, so there aren't many people around. Only a few tourists are looking over with curious eyes.

Angel hurriedly retrieved the sacred relic.

X suddenly laughed. He pulled Angel to her feet, brushing the grass clippings off them: "Let's go, we have to go back the way we came. This isn't over yet."

Angel blinked her blue eyes: "Master wants to... return the things?"

"What else?" Ex took the silver lamp.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it feels like the metal surface still retains the warmth of the Eternal Flame.

However, since he is already dead, his sense of touch is sometimes inaccurate: "If they find these two things during a body search, we can expect to be burned at the stake by the Holy Order."

"But...but we've been noticed by the Templars..."

"Can the railcar still run?" Ax asked.

Angel quickly climbed up, checked the carriage, then climbed back down and nodded: "At least we can barely slide to the central hall."

"Then adjust the direction and let it pass!"

"Yes, Master! Shall we get in the car now?"

"Ahem, wrong, we just let the car slide over."

"Why?"

"As for us... we should use a strategy of 'openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass'."

"Oh~~ I don't understand, Master."

"An old Eastern saying. Just do as it's said." AX suddenly pinched Angel's pointed ears. "Trust your master."

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Everything is proceeding smoothly according to plan.

As the railcar glided into the central hall, it was immediately surrounded by a large number of Templar Knights.

Angel then used her hearing advantage, taking advantage of the unique sound of the Templar armor, to successfully bypass the knights' patrol and return to the Persian pavilion.

The Templars were clearly not paying much attention to the things in the Persian Pavilion, so much so that they hadn't noticed that the silver lamp on display had been replaced.

However, the Persian Pavilion was unusually lively at the moment.

X and Angel hid behind the spice stand and saw a group of people pointing and talking around the silver lamp display.

In the middle stood a man in a tailcoat and top hat, talking animatedly with spittle flying from his mouth. He had a badge of some research institute pinned to his chest—he was probably an expert on cultural relics invited by the expo.

"...Therefore, this silver lamp contains mysterious Eastern power!" The expert raised his magnifying glass, examining the object inside the glass case. "Look, although the blue flame has gone out, the metallic surface of the silver lamp is still reflecting light. This is proof of its energy!"

Ex almost burst out laughing. There was no silver lamp inside the glass case anymore; only the silver coin remained, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

Angel covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her shoulders shrugging as she chuckled.

"The history of this silver lamp can be traced back to the ancient Persian Empire!" the expert continued enthusiastically. "Legend has it that it was left behind by a saint and can grant the wishes of its holder. Alexander the Great used it to illuminate the desert during his eastern expedition..."

The crowd gasped in astonishment. A gentleman wearing a bowler hat asked, "Then why did it stop burning? Did it run out of energy?"

The expert's expression stiffened for a moment, then he quickly said, "It's not that it's run out of energy! It's dormant! This kind of sacred object requires a specific ritual to awaken..."

As he spoke, he tapped the glass dome with his finger, "Look, it's responding to me! The reflected light is moving!"

Ex almost burst out laughing. The reflection of the silver coin was, of course, dynamic, because the crowd was moving and the flags hanging high up were waving, causing some of the light to shine down from time to time.

This expert is blatantly lying.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "But...aren't those silver coins?"

The sound wasn't loud, but like a pebble thrown into water, it instantly silenced the crowd. All eyes were focused intently on the glass case—the silver coin gleamed under the light, the Queen's portrait clearly visible.

The expert's face turned deathly pale. Holding the magnifying glass, his hands trembled like leaves: "No, impossible! This is clearly a silver lamp... how could it be a silver coin?"

He suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had just realized something. "Oh! I get it! This is the Silver Lamp's special ability! It can transform into silver coins to hide itself! Yes, that's it! This proves that it really is a sacred object!"

The gentleman in the bowler hat said, "Sir, are you sure this isn't a silver coin that a tourist dropped in?"

"Of course not!" the expert insisted, his face flushed red. "Its ability to turn into silver coins proves it has a spirit! In Eastern mysticism, this phenomenon is called 'morphic transformation'..."

"Enough!" a gruff voice suddenly rang out. A patrolman returned, panting as he squeezed through the crowd. "I think you're a fraud! Daring to pretend to be an expert at the exposition, and even claiming the silver coins were transformed from silver lamps!"

The expert was so startled that he took a step back and almost tripped: "I...I'm not a fraud! I'm an expert invited by the British Museum..."

"An expert?" The patrolman sneered, pulling out a notebook. "Name, address, occupation—give it to me! If the silver lamp from the Persian pavilion goes missing, you'll be the first one arrested!"

The crowd burst into laughter. The expert's face flushed red and then paled, and he stammered as he relayed the information, his voice barely audible.

"Alright, the farce is over." AX tugged at her sleeve. "While they're all gathered around the expert, let's go get the silver lamp back."

Angel nodded, quickly covered her mouth, and followed Ax around to the back of the booth. The police officers and experts were still arguing, and the onlookers were making a fuss; no one noticed the two figures behind the booth.

[Position Swap Initiated: Silver Lamp (0.5kg) and Silver Coin (0.028kg)]

Inside the glass dome, the faint blue flame suddenly rekindled, burning quietly, as if its earlier extinguishing had been merely an illusion.

"Done." X stuffed the silver coins into his pocket, grabbed Angel, and turned to leave.

"That expert was so stupid." As she walked out of the Persian Pavilion, Angel finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, her pointed ears twitching as if they were about to fly away. "He actually said that the silver coins were transformed from silver lamps."

"He's not stupid, he's just proud and pretends to know what he doesn't," Ax said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But thanks to him, we were able to get Silverlamp back."

"Let's go, the fragments of the cross at the British Pavilion are waiting for us."