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King's College was founded by King George IV in 1829. It houses the Institute of Theology and Religion. It is very close to Parliament and is funded and operated by the royal family.The Religious Department of King's College claims to have a history of more than 150 years in religious teaching and research, and in 1982, it also founded a research institution for systematic theology, and has the most complete and advanced electronic library for religious research in the world today. Langdon and Sophie came to the library in the rain, he was still shivering.The research building is exactly as Teabing described: the hall is very large and octagonal, and there is a huge round table inside, which is really eye-catching; if there are not twelve flat computer workstations in the room, it is King Arthur and his round table. The knight will not feel any discomfort when sitting on it.At the other end, far from the entrance to the lobby, a librarian is making himself a pot of tea, starting his preparations for the day. "What a beautiful morning," she said, putting the tea aside, coming over, and said in a cheerful British accent, "what can I do for you?"

"Yes, thank you," replied Robert, "my name is—" "Robert Langdon." She smiled happily, "I know who you are." For a moment, Robert worried that Fache had put his image on British television, but the librarian's smile suggested otherwise.Langdon was not at all used to being an unexpected celebrity.Besides, if anyone in the world could recognize his face, it would be the librarian in the Religious Studies Reference Room. "My name is Pamela Getam," said the librarian gently, holding out his hand.She has a kind and intelligent face and a sweet voice.Around her neck hung a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that looked heavily prescribed.

"Nice to meet you," Langdon said politely. "This is my friend Sophie Neveu." The two women greeted each other, and Getam immediately turned to Langdon and said, "I didn't know you'd be here." "Don't talk about you, we don't even know it ourselves. If you don't bother, we really want you to help find some information." Getum moved a little, seeming a little uneasy. "We usually only provide services to people who have requested or made an appointment in advance, except of course if you are a guest here, have you been invited?"

Langdon shook his head: "We came here without telling anyone. I have a friend who speaks highly of you. Sir Ray Teabing, British Royal Historian, do you know him?" Langdon mentioned the name At that time, his expression was a little sad. Hearing this, Getam's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "My God, is there even a need to say that? What a fanatic he is! Every time he comes, he always looks for the same thing. Except for the Holy Grail , or the Holy Grail! I’m worried that he will die before he gives up exploring.” She blinked: “Time and money can bring people such a noble enjoyment, so you won’t object when I say that? It's a Don Quixote."

"Then can you help us?" Sophie asked, "This is really important to us." Getam scanned the empty library, then winked at them: "Well, now I can't find an excuse to say I'm busy, can I? As long as you sign, I don't think anyone will feel that Uneasy. Tell me, what do you want?" "We came to London to find a grave." Getam was full of doubts: "There are about 20,000 graves in London. Can you be more specific?" "It's the grave of a knight, but we don't know his name." "Knight? That greatly narrows the scope of the search, which is very unusual."

"We don't know much about the owner of the tomb of the cavalier we're looking for." Sophie said, "That's all we know." As she spoke, she took out a note from her pocket, on which only the first part of the poem was written. Two sentences. Langdon and Sophie hesitated at first to show the entire poem to an outsider, but finally they decided to let her read the first two lines of the poem—the two lines that can identify the knighthood.Sophie calls it "compartmented ciphers."Whenever intelligence agencies intercept codes containing sensitive information, codebreakers individually analyze bits and pieces of the code.That way, when they crack the code, none of them will have the full decoded message.But in this case, such precautions may be too much. Even if the librarian read the entire poem, identified the knight's grave, and knew what the missing orb looked like, if there is no cipher box, That didn't help either.

Getam read a sense of urgency from the eyes of this famous American scholar, as if finding the tomb as soon as possible was the most important mission in his life.The olive-green-eyed woman who came with him also seemed eager.Getam was puzzled. She put on her glasses and carefully examined the little poem on the piece of paper they had just given her. A knight whose funeral the Pope presided over was buried in London. His actions offended God because they were contrary to His will. She glanced at the guest: "What is this? Isn't it a treasure hunt played by Harvard University?"

Langdon smiled reluctantly: "Well, I think it's about the same." Getam stopped, she felt that what she saw was just some fragments, but she was attracted by it, so she began to think carefully about these two lines of poetry. "This poem is about a knight who must have done something to offend God, but the Pope treated him kindly and buried him in London." Langdon nodded, "Didn't you find anything else? " Getam walked to a workbench in the hall: "Not yet, but we can see what we can search in the database." Over the past two decades, the Institute for Systematic Theology at King's College has used optical face recognition software and language transformations to process vast amounts of text—such as religious encyclopedias, religious reference books, and sages written in dozens of languages. Manuscripts, history books, Vatican letters, priestly diaries, and all other works that deal with the human spiritual dimension - one by one, they were digitized and a new catalog was compiled.It is precisely because these amazing collections of tomes exist in the form of bits and bytes that it is extremely easy to search for relevant data.Getam called one of the workbenches, looked at the note, and started typing. "First, we will directly launch the Boolean detection system, enter a few keywords first, and see what we can find."

"thanks." Jetam entered several keywords: London, knights, pope. Then she hit the search button, and she could hear the hum of the mainframe upstairs scanning data at 500 megabytes per second. "I'm asking the system to give me all the documents that contain those three words in the full text first. We'll be cluttered with too much data, but it's still a good place to find what we're looking for." The first matching data now appears on the computer screen. Portrait of the Pope, from the Collection of Oil Paintings from the Sir Joshua Reynolds Collection, published by University Press, London.

Getam shook his head: "This is obviously not what you are looking for." She moved on to the second data. "Alexander of London, Collected Works of Pope", author: G.Wilson Knight. Jetam shook his head again. The computer continued to hum while the data came out much faster than usual.Dozens of essays appeared on the screen, most of them about the 18th-century English writer Alexander Pope, whose anti-religious, pseudo-epic poems made clear references to knights and London in numerous places. Getum glanced quickly at the number bar at the bottom of the screen.The computer, by taking the current amount of data and multiplying it by the percentage of the database that remains to be searched, roughly estimates the amount of information that will be found.This detailed search will seemingly endlessly provide them with an enormous amount of data.Estimated total number of data: 2692.

"We have to reset the parameters," Getam said, stopping his search. "Is that all there is to know about this tomb? Is there anything else?" Langdon looked at Sophie Neveu with a disturbed expression. Getam felt that this was by no means a scavenger hunt.She had heard some rumors about Robert Langdon in Rome last year.The American was granted access to the world's most secure library, the Vatican Secret Archives.She wondered whether Langdon might have learned something in that archive, or whether his current hysterical search for a mysterious tomb in London had anything to do with what he had learned in the Vatican.Getam has worked in the library for many years. Based on her many years of experience, she knows exactly what motives people come to London to find knights—the Holy Grail is their ultimate purpose.Getam smiled slightly, adjusted his glasses, and said, "You and Teabing are friends, and you came to England to find some knight." She twisted her hands together: "I bet you are here to find the Holy Grail Bar." Langdon and Sophie exchanged surprised looks. Getam laughed loudly. "My friends, this library is an expedition base for Holy Grail seekers. Sir Ray Teabing is one of them. I wish every time I searched for 'Rose, Magda You can charge a shilling for words such as Mary, Holy Grail, Priory of Sion. Everyone likes to reciprocate." She took off her glasses and squinted at them: "Give me more Relevant information." In a moment of silence, Getam found that although the two guests wanted to consider it out of caution, they finally made a decision quickly because they were eager to find out the result. "Here you are," Sophie Neveu blurted out, "That's all we know." She borrowed a pen from Langdon, added two lines of verse to the note, and handed it to Jeta m. The orb you're looking for should have been in the knight's tomb. It reveals the secret of rosy skin and fertile womb. Jetam smiled knowingly.It was for the Holy Grail, she thought—she noticed references to "roses" and "wombs in pregnancy" in the poem. "I can help you." She looked away from the note, looked up, and said, "May I ask, where did this poem come from? Why are you looking for the ball?" "Of course." Langdon smiled kindly, "But it's a long story, and we don't have that much time." "You seem to be saying to me gently: 'Don't mind your own business'!" "We will be forever grateful to you, Pamela," Langdon said, "if you can help us find out who this knight is and where he is buried." "Very well," Getam began typing again, "I'll play with you. If this has anything to do with the Holy Grail, then we'll have to refer back and forth to the relevant keywords. I'm going to add an approximation parameter, and remove the Redundant title. This will limit the search data to only those texts that contain keywords similar in meaning to words related to the Holy Grail." Search: "Knights, London, Pope, Tomb." And 100 words related to the Holy Grail: GRAIL, ROSE, SANGRE, CHALICE... "How long will this take?" Sophie asked. "I don't know if it's as many as hundreds of gigabytes, and it spans multiple disciplines?" Getam tapped the search button, his eyes lit up: "It will take about fifteen minutes." Langdon and Sophie said nothing, but it seemed to Getam that it was an extremely long time for them. "Do you two want some tea?" Getam stood up and walked to the teapot where she had just made tea. "Sir Ray always liked my tea."