Chapter 21

For a moment, Klein thought he had traveled back, but the elegant gas lamps surrounded by the brass grid and the silver-studded tin can Old Neil had hand-ground coffee in front of him made him realize the reality.

Is Emperor Roselle really a fellow traveler?

He records secrets in simplified Chinese that does not exist in this world?

With the indescribable feeling of "meeting a stranger in a foreign land", Klein quickly browsed the three pages of the manuscript in his hand:

"November 18, what a miraculous thing, a whimsical experiment and an accidental error, led me to discover a poor fellow caught in a storm, lost in the depths of darkness, who could only Only when the full moon is every month can I get a little closer to the real world, but I still can't pass his call in. He is lucky, he met me, the protagonist of this era."

"After I wrote the above passage, I read it myself, and suddenly felt a little sighed. Even if I used Chinese characters, I unknowingly brought a strong translation accent. Forty years in the blink of an eye, the memory of the past is really like It's like a dream."

"January 1st, 1184, the grand New Year's party, Madame Fronard is a real beauty."

"On January 2, the gentlemen of my foreign affairs committee are assholes!"

"On January 3rd, the original choice was still too hasty. Now it seems that whether it's the 'apprentice', the 'diver', or the 'thief', it's even better. Unfortunately, there is no way to go back."

"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I've said it 10,000 times, don't be fooled by those magic sticks, no, those magic sticks may have been fooled themselves, the key to the potion is not to master it, it is Digestion! It's not digging, it's acting! And the name of the potion is not only the core symbol, but also the specific image, and it is the 'key' of digestion!"

"On September 22, an alliance against me was being established, from Feysac in the north, Loen in the east, to Fenepot in the south, my enemies finally came together, but I was not afraid, I will tell them with facts that the difference in weapons and knowledge cannot be made up for by the number of people and low-level sequencers, and besides, it’s not that I have no subordinates, and high-end, huh, have they forgotten who I am?”

"On September 23rd, I lost contact with the ship looking for the 'Land Forsaken'. I should think about inventing wireless telegraphy. I hope it will not be affected by the storm."

"September 24th, Miss Ithaca is more charming than Mrs. Fronal, maybe I'm just nostalgic for my youth."

Because it is a copied copy, due to the complexity of Chinese characters, the volume of each character has been enlarged a lot, so there is not much content on each page, and even for preservation and research, the back is blank, but even if it is In this way, Klein was still excited to see it, especially Emperor Roselle's description of the key to the potion, which gave him the ecstasy of finding a "problem-solving idea" and mastering a priceless secret.

"Maybe this is the guiding light of my future Beyonder pathway!"

"Well, the three pages of manuscripts are diaries of different periods. It can be seen that Emperor Roselle has the habit of only writing at the beginning of the year. It is impossible to determine which year the two of November and September belong to. year……"

"Who was the poor fellow he found?"

"What exactly do digestion and impersonation mean?"

"Where is the Land Abandoned by God?"

...

As the surprise boiled over Klein's heart one after another, he couldn't wait to immediately collect Emperor Roselle's diary and read it from beginning to end!

"Klein?" At this moment, the old Neil on the opposite side spoke in confusion.

Klein woke up with a start, and hurriedly covered his smile and said:

"I thought I would be the most special one, trying to decipher and interpret."

"What a young man." Old Neil nodded, "I used to think I was the most special one."

Klein flipped through the three-page manuscript at hand,

After confirming that he had not overlooked anything, he handed them back and asked casually:

"Is that all we have?"

I want to see more diaries of Emperor Roselle!

"Do you think there will be many?" Old Neil rubbed the manuscript and sneered deeply, "Every year, there are not many extraordinary and mysterious events per se, sigh, mainly because those extraordinary species gradually disappear in our northern continent, no Without them, there will be no more potions, so there are fewer and fewer Beyonders. Hey, over the past few hundred years, giant dragons, giants, and elves have all become records in books. Reappears offshore."

Hearing this sentence, Klein suddenly remembered a meme, and immediately laughed:

"I think it's time for a 'Dragon and Giant Protection Association'."

Old Neil was at a loss when he heard it. It took him a long time to understand what it meant. After he figured it out, he patted the table lightly and smiled quite cheerfully, not gentle enough:

"Haha, Klein, you are really a humorous person, this is the tradition of our Loen Kingdom, young people can't be wrong with humor. I don't think it can be too narrow, how can there be only giant dragons and giants? It should be called 'Fantastic Beasts Protection' association'."

"No no no, how could you forget those poor plants?" Klein shook his head.

Having said that, he and Old Neil looked at each other and said in unison:

"The Association for the Protection of Magical Creatures!"

As soon as the words fell, the two laughed in tacit agreement, and the unfamiliar atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.

"There are fewer and fewer interesting young people like you... Where did I just say?" Old Neil said with a wrinkled smile, "I remembered that there are not many extraordinary and mysterious events every year. , the idiot who worships Emperor Roselle is also a minority in the minority. We can get three manuscripts, which is already very good... Well, there should be other cathedrals or parishes..."

He whispered a few words, took the "approval note" that Klein had long placed on the table, glanced at it, and said:

"Pistol bullets, or rifle bullets, or steam high-pressure gun bullets?"

"A revolver." Klein replied according to the real situation.

"Okay, I'll take it out. Cough, do you have a gun pocket under your arm? As a gentleman, you can't let your waist and below bulge in public." Old Neil said something that every man understands. joke.

"Oh, no, do I need to find the captain to write it?" Klein smiled in cooperation.

Old Neil stood up and said:

"No, as long as you record it well, this is a 'supporting item', read it after me, 'supporting item'."

"You used to be a teacher?" Klein asked amusingly.

"Stayed in the church's Sunday school and free school for a while." Old Neil raised the note, took out the key in the drawer, and opened the iron door leading to the inner room.

Beyonders and ordinary people don't feel much different... Klein muttered silently, and then turned his attention to the three-page diary on the table.

Emperor Roselle did indeed touch upon the mysterious realm...

His diary is invaluable...

For others, it is just a piece of waste paper, I don't know when it will be deciphered, for me, it is a treasure!

Not sure where the rest of the diary is...

Gotta find a way to find more...

Klein's thoughts were up and down, and it was difficult to calm down until Old Neil came out of the room and closed the iron door.

"Ten hunter bullets, thirty pistol bullets, a leather underarm pouch, and a badge of the seventh team of the Special Operations Department. Check it out, give it a try, and sign it in the record book." Old Neil Put the item in your hand on the table.

The pistol bullets were packed in cardboard boxes, divided into three layers, neatly arranged. They were as bright as the bullets in Klein's house, slightly slender.

The "magic hunting bullet" is stored in a small iron box, the shape is the same as the normal pistol bullet, but the appearance is silver and white, with complex and dazzling patterns, and even the small holy emblem of "black background and red half moon" is engraved on the bottom.

The leather gun pouch is solid to the touch, with a buckled strap, and a half-palm-sized badge on the side in an iron color with the words "Ahowa County Sheriff's Office" and "Special Operations 7th Team" inlaid in silver, and they are wrapped close to each other. The two circles are surrounded by the sign "Double swords crossed and surrounded by the crown".

"It's a pity that it's not the badge of the Nighthawks." Klein said with half emotion and half tentativeness.

Old Neil smiled and only urged Klein to try the gun pocket under his arm.

After taking off his jacket, Klein struggled to fasten the gun pouch and put it against the underarm of his left arm.

"Not bad." He didn't take it off again, and put on his formal suit.

Old Neil looked at it and nodded with satisfaction:

"Very appropriate, my vision is still so accurate."

After putting away other items in his pocket and signing his name in the record book, Klein and Old Neil chatted for a few more words before leaving.

Halfway through, he was suddenly annoyed and patted his forehead:

"Forgot to inquire about more sequences and potions, it's all to blame for Emperor Roselle's diary..."

He still doesn't know what the sequence start of the complete 'path' mastered by the Church of the Evernight Goddess, that is, Sequence 9, is.

Roshan seems to have mentioned something... The sleepless one? Just as Klein walked slowly towards the stairs, a figure stepped down.

He was wearing tight-fitting trousers that were easy to move, and his white shirt had not been tucked in. He had an obvious poetic romantic temperament. It was the black-haired and green-eyed police officer who searched Klein's house before. The two had met upstairs just now, but they didn't speak. .

"Good afternoon," greeted the poet-like young night watchman with a smile.

"Good afternoon, I don't think I need to introduce myself?" Klein replied humorously.

"No, I'm very impressed with you." The young night watchman stretched out his right hand and said, "Leonard Mitchell, the 'Midnight Poet' of Sequence 8."

Sequence 8... Really a poet... Klein shook his hand lightly, and asked back with a smile:

"Impressed?"

Leonard Mitchell's green eyes were deep, and he replied with a shallow smile:

"You have a special temperament."

... Gay is gay ... Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he forced a smile: "I don't think so."

"Having encountered such an incident and not immediately accepting our protection, you are still alive, which is special enough in itself." Leonard pointed to the front, "I have to replace the captain, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Klein stepped sideways to clear the way.

After he disappeared step by step at the end of the stairs, Leonard Mitchell suddenly turned around, stared at the dim yellow light and the slate floor, and whispered into the air:

"You see nothing..."

...

"Sure enough, there is nothing special about him..."