Chapter 0361
Lucy complained a bit more, not understanding any of it and therefore, not interested. What she saw was merely a huge crowd, packed tight.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s get out of here,” she urged.
Evelyn smirked sarcastically, ready to leave with them, when she suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
Miranda was standing with Winter, and behind them was an older couple. The man was standing by the display case, snapping photos of the exhibit with his phone. The woman leaned in closer, her gaze intent and focused.
Upon closer inspection, the woman’s features bore an uncanny resemblance to Miranda’s. They were nearly 60 to 70% identical. Evelyn guessed that these two must be Miranda’s parents.
Lionel was snapping photos, marveling at the display, “This bejeweled ceremonial robe is absolutely exquisite… Look at the design, the craftsmanship, the colors… It’s truly breathtaking.”
Miranda had already taken them for a tour a few days ago, so today was a repeat visit. Yet Lionel’s enthusiasm hadn’t waned in the slightest.
Just then, a tour group mostly made up of elderly people approached. Hearing Lionel speak so knowledgeably, they smiled and asked him to keep talking.
Their eyesight wasn’t the best, so reading the descriptions was hard. Even so, they loved a good explanation. Unfortunately, they’d lost track of their guide.
“We’re all ears; please continue!”
Lionel took it as a chance to do a good deed. Not only did he read aloud the descriptions, but he also added a wealth of extra information that wasn’t written down.
“…This bejeweled robe has quite a bit of history! It was often adorned with ivory, gold, and gemstones, and it’s a style often found in ceremonial robes for high–ranking figures.
“These ceremonial robes, also called ‘Holy Garments,’ were often placed on sacred statues or deities and would be offered in churches as an act of reverence.”
“According to ‘The Chronicles of Ceremonial Attire,’ there were about 17 of these multicolored robes made in Hondon during the reign of King Leward III. Each one was placed in key locations like Westminster Cathedral and the Royal Hall, ensuring their preservation as treasured artifacts.”
A round of applause echoed around him.
By now, Lionel had unknowingly gathered a sizable crowd of both older enthusiasts and curious young visitors.
“Sir, what about this crown next to it? Can you tell us more?” a young man asked, intrigued.
Lionel took a quick glance, and wouldn’t you know it—this was right up his alley!
“This crown here dates back to the early Seraphelian era. It was discovered in the Tower of Hondon and was most likely worn by Queen Seraphina herself during her coronation.
“It’s beautifully decorated with feathers, pearls, and an array of precious gemstones, indicating it was one of the royal family’s most cherished pieces.”
As he spoke, some of the younger visitors eagerly flipped through their guidebooks.
“Whoa! It really is Queen Seraphina’s crown!”
“You’re amazing, sir! Are you a history teacher?”
It wasn’t surprising they guessed this; Lionel’s attire, demeanor, and eloquence all gave off a strong air of a teacher.
Lionel chuckled and waved his hand. “You guessed half right! I teach physics, not history, haha…”
“He’s really a teacher!”
“No wonder he’s so knowledgeable!”
“If he’s that good at a non–core subject, I bet he’s the headteacher! They know a bit of everything.”
Winter, who was mixed in with the crowd, joined in the fun. She was cheering along with the others. “You’re awesome, sir! And your wife is just stunning!”
At that moment, everyone’s attention shifted to Mindy.
Wow, what a sight! Lionel’s wife was exceptionally beautiful. Together, they were the epitome of the words “elegant” and “intellectual.”
Evelyn stood on the edge of the crowd, watching Lionel speak with confidence, hearing all the admiration and praise. Then she turned her gaze toward the impatient, shifty-eyed Lucy and Franklin, who were eager to leave.
At that moment, her emotions grew more complex than ever.
It was true when they said comparison was the thief of joy.