The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 365 Shen Le: Let’s go together! Let me show you my skills!
local?

Is there anyone you don’t know?

you?
Shen Le looked doubtfully at the old man who was dressed in fancy clothes and had lace that could have stretched a hundred meters in total.

How did you get in touch with local cultural relics restorers?

It wouldn't be a communication method like "I saw this artifact was used by Louis XIV/Louis XVI/Napoleon, and it looked like this at the time", right?

"Ah, every member of the Toredo tribe is an artist. You can rest assured about their artistic accomplishments--" Prince Vanzo observed the expressions of the people and suddenly said with a smile.

At the end, his voice was slightly drawn out, and he calmly dragged out the ending sound. After a pause, he added leisurely:
“…and connections.”

I see. It’s mainly about connections, right?

Putting aside their artistic accomplishments, it is hard to imagine that their artistic accomplishments can keep up with modern trends with this 18th century Baroque costume welded to their bodies...

"Well, I want to work at the Louvre's Cultural Relics Restoration Center. Is that okay?"

Shen Le simply asked for a big offer. Whether there are dates or not, he would try first, just in case he succeeded.

The Louvre's Cultural Relics Restoration Center is definitely well-equipped with all the equipment and materials.

Maybe you can also see the cultural relics that have been restored in the warehouse and have not been put on display! There may be Chinese cultural relics in them! Even if you can't get your hands on them, it's still a good thing to see them!

He just asked casually. Unexpectedly, Alan laughed and took charge of everything:

"No problem! When do you want to go over? Now? I'll take you there?"

"You? Now?"

Shen Le looked him up and down with the admiration of a warrior.

Now!
Wear this!

Eighteenth century Baroque men's clothing!

Just run to the Louvre like this?

By the way, is the Louvre closed at this time? Or did you just take me in when no one was around?

Perhaps his doubtful look was too intense, and the prince of the Toredo tribe laughed and suddenly made some complicated gestures.

As the light and shadows changed, his extremely complex Baroque men's suit suddenly began to change color, shape, and texture.

From orange-red to black, from complicated ribbons, lace and flower knots to clean and neat glossy surfaces, from short tops, bloomers and high heels to normal black suits, white shirts and dark blue ties.

Even the woolly curly hair that had been hanging down past his shoulders suddenly shrank back up, shrinking to the size of a normal business man.

As for the huge hat that was tilted on his head and wider than his shoulders, and the decoration on the hat that was not sure whether it was peacock feathers or ostrich feathers, it had completely disappeared...

Is this an optical illusion, or can the clothes change their shape themselves?

Perhaps he was very pleased with his surprised look, Alan laughed, and walked to Shen Le in two or three steps. He bowed slightly and made an invitation gesture:

"please--"

If you dare to invite me, I will go!
Shen Le tightened the backpack on his back and followed him.

Prince Vanzo lowered his eyes and smiled, and his clothes began to change, from an exaggerated and complicated Rococo dress to a knee-length dress with soft and neat lines.

The two werewolf leaders looked at each other, their long hair began to shrink, their facial structures began to deform, and their bodies began to shrink...

In just a few breaths, the two men, who were nearly three meters tall at both ends, turned into two burly men.

Although he was still 1.9 meters tall and had a strong build, he was still in normal human shape after all...

"Going together?"

Shen Le asked tentatively. Patriarch Allen nodded vigorously without hesitation:

"Let's go together! - So they went together!"

Shen Le: →_→

You are not familiar with Chinese culture, but you speak fluent Chinese and even understand the plot of The True Story of Ah Q.
You are very familiar with Chinese culture. The sentence "So they went together" should not be said together with the previous sentence. You should at least find a supporting actor...

Regardless, the group of people went to the Louvre together. Shen Le took two steps towards Prince Vanzo, coming within two meters, or one and a half meters of her.

I didn’t encounter anything!
Did that huge tutu shrink in a physical sense?

He looked at her once more, then once more, and tentatively took a half step closer. Prince Vanzo glanced at him, then took a step back without showing any expression, and a layer of light shone slightly on his dress.

What does this guy mean?
Demonstration?
The power in him is so terrifying that he is simply the nemesis of the vampires!
In Shen Le's backpack, the small oil lamp shouted with gloating:
[She’s scared! Oh oh oh oh, she’s scared! ] “Okay, stop it.” Shen Le shrugged and shook the little guy in his backpack:

"They didn't show any hostility. We should be polite. Do you understand?"

The little oil lamp chuckled, and its electric clothes shrank slightly, floating one foot outside Shen Le's body.

Shen Le pretended nothing had happened and followed these dark creatures around and forward underground.

After walking through a section of bone wall and another section of tunnel, I saw that the road ahead was endless and it seemed that I would go directly from underground to the Louvre. I couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Are all the cemeteries in Paris the domain of the vampires?"

"That's not the case. At least, Père Lachaise Cemetery is still in the hands of the Church."

Mr. Allen turned his head and answered. Speaking of this topic, he sighed with great regret:
"I had to go see them secretly... Balzac... Chopin... Wilde... Moliere...

Alas, it’s a pity that they refuse to accept the First Embrace, and would rather die than accept it…”

Shen Le's entire impression of Père Lachaise Cemetery is limited to the second part of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

The blue flame of the gas stove that Grindelwald lit, and the way he waved his wand and bowed slightly, like a band conductor.

That scene was really full of style. The image of the fat old man who ruined his looks in the first step was completely subverted!
Hearing this string of names, he couldn't help but be fascinated and wanted to go and see it in person. He glanced at Mr. Allen and took back his words:
If you want to see the tombs of these celebrities, you can go there by yourself, or ask Father Campbell to lead the way. If you bring a blood prince to the church's territory, there might be a fight!
The tunnel became longer and wider. As we walked, we heard the sound of water flowing ahead and a small boat appeared.

The boat is not large in size, and is not much different from the small boats used by tourists in the park for entertainment. It just appears in this underground river, giving it a feeling of being ferryed across the River Styx.

The two blood princes boarded the boat without hesitation, followed by the werewolf chief.

Shen Le stepped in without a second thought. The boat had no sails or oars, drifting with the water. There was only a lantern hanging on the bow, swaying and reflecting a little starlight in the river:
"So we go over there by boat?"

"Yes! If you are interested, you can go a little further." The Werewolf Prince patted the side of the boat:
"You can take this boat all the way to the Paris Opera House, and listen to The Phantom of the Opera. Well, if you go there now, before the climax begins, you can see the big chandelier falling down!"

...Thank you, but no, I'd better buy my own ticket and go watch it myself.

Shen Le imagined taking a boat to the Paris Opera House and then watching the small boats in the opera gliding in the underground waterways. The scene of infinite nesting dolls made him feel a little jealous.

He immediately politely refused:
"Let's go directly to the Louvre. Don't you want to see me repair cultural relics? I'll try to work overtime and repair a little bit first."

Several big men in the dark world were waiting for his words. With the sound of rushing water, they headed straight to the Louvre, went ashore, turned around twice, and then entered the studio.

The Louvre's restorers apparently had no habit of working overtime. The entire studio was dark and silent, with only a pale-faced man in a black tuxedo approaching from afar:
"Mr. Shen, welcome! You can use my workbench. If you need any instrument, just tell me!"

This person was obviously also a vampire. After greeting him, he stood beside Prince Toredo without saying a word. Shen Le smiled and nodded to him, followed him to the workbench, but did not turn on the equipment:

Two werewolf chiefs and two blood princes met him in the cemetery. They were dressed in their best clothes and cast magic circles. It was obvious that they were trying to show off their muscles.

Then, he would naturally have to show off his muscles, so that things could be discussed later.

At his gesture, the blonde girl hurried over, holding three items to be repaired, and placed them in a row on the workbench.

Shen Le didn't even look at the bronze statue and the scarab amulet. He closed his eyes slightly and held the ebony statue with his hands:

You still have spirituality, right?

You still have life, right?

Do you - still want to be whole?

Do you want to grow your spirituality?
Tell me your story, open your soul to me, and let me help you—

A gust of hot and humid wind blew across his face. The heavy drumbeats rang in his ears, bringing him to a distant, wild continent.

There, in the middle of the rainforest, a small tree breaks through the soil and grows, grows, and grows.

After being beaten by wind and rain, rubbed by wild animals, and bitten by insects and ants, it finally grew into a small tree two people tall. The trunk was still straight, but it was covered with knots and the whole thing was wavy.

Later, it was cut down and a human figure was carved out of the shape of the tree knot. Because of its plump figure that symbolized female fertility worship, it was worshiped by the great wizard...

As time went by, tribes rose and fell, and it went through wars, was burned, rescued, soaked, and fished out.

It was collected by the vampires, but they did not worship it devoutly. Instead, they squeezed its power infinitely to quench their thirst for blood...

"Let me help you..."

Shen Le murmured. He stood up and looked around the studio, found a large beaker, and poured half a cup of purified water into it.

Then, he took a bottle of nutrient solution for hydroponic plants from the desk of an unknown researcher, poured it all into the water, and threw the ebony statue in.

"Crack!!!"

The vampires and werewolves who had formed a semicircle at the back and were watching with bated breath suddenly jumped back collectively, almost knocking down the partition of the workbench.

　By the way, have you ever seen the opera "The Phantom of the Opera"?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)