Chapter 139 Breakfast

Do you only worship the moon and not the goddess? Klein couldn't help showing a thoughtful expression.

When he heard about this kind of thing before, he was learning about the Life School, but he didn't expect that a witch king who lived, died, died in the Southern Continent would hold a similar view.

——After the "Pale Age" at the end of the Quaternary Epoch, the Sea of ​​Violence became worthy of its name. Develop to the southern continent before leaving the safe channel.

The Witch King Karaman also belonged to the early stage, and was active more than a thousand years after the invasion of the northern continent.

In other words, the two Extraordinary "forces" that belonged to the northern and southern continents and were unable to communicate and exchange, at about the same time, chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the goddess of the night.

Such a coincidence makes one have to think about why.

Could it be that a new god was born and took away the authority related to the moon? However, as a god, He shouldn't be so unknown... Or, although the goddess snatched away the authority of the moon, there are still some followers of the original Moon God, which have been passed down from the fourth era, and even the third era. , and after the separation of the northern and southern continents, two branches of flowers bloomed, one for the Witch King and one for the School of Life? Klein roughly guessed, but suffered from the lack of corresponding clues to narrow down the range.

He temporarily gave up thinking, seized the time, and quickly browsed the content behind the "Book of Secrets".

In the preface, the Witch King Karaman stated very directly that many rituals, secret agreements, astrology and summoning in this book originated from the primitive moon worship, and described the corresponding honorable names in detail:

"The unique red moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual powers."

He even has an honorable name! However, there is a lack of more popular descriptions like "Goddess of the Night" and "Mother of the Earth"... If there is such a hidden god, his followers will inevitably develop a more concise title that is more suitable for verbal praise, Instead of replacing it with primitive moon worship... Klein noticed something weird and relied on his own knowledge of mysticism to analyze it.

"Moreover, using the 'Crimson Lord' to hold a ceremony will obviously point to the goddess, but using a very similar but more detailed and detailed name can bypass the goddess, point to their source of power, and point to the so-called primordial The moon... I don't know what kind of weird existence it is..." Klein thought with some curiosity and horror.

Because he didn't have so much time, he just quickly browsed through the specific content of the follow-up, and found that just as the Witch King Karaman himself said, many secret contracts and many rituals point to the moon.

For Klein,

This doesn't need to be too concerned, he won't copy those things, and provoke the original moon who doesn't know what it is, what he wants to learn is the overall structure, design ideas and details of those secret agreements and rituals.

Only by grasping the hidden laws can he create his own secret agreements, rituals, astrology and summoning techniques that point to the "King of Yellow and Black".

Perhaps after a long time, I will have my own mysticism... Klein took off the pendulum from his wrist, and finally confirmed the authenticity of the "Book of Secrets".

After getting an affirmative answer, he didn't rush to use the werewolf's Extraordinary characteristics to divination the formula, and he wouldn't sell it anyway. For the same reason, he planned to study the origin of the biotoxin bottle later.

He quickly returned to the real world, opened the curtains, and saw the sun that failed to illuminate the earth. It was hiding behind the clouds and haze, looking a little pale.

"Ah Choo!"

Suddenly, Klein covered his mouth and nose with his hand and sneezed.

Only at this time did he realize that he had a headache and was not energetic enough, as if he had caught a cold.

As a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, I actually fell ill... Klein pulled out a piece of paper and snorted.

He thought about it carefully, and soon understood the reason:

The negative effect of the biotoxin bottle is that the holder gradually becomes weak and sick!

If you carry it a little longer, you may even die of illness.

And this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!

Last night, after the great battle, Klein's spirituality was almost dry and his body was quite weak from poisoning. He hid in the "Leverage Church" for half an hour with a biotoxin bottle...

Add to that the time it took to return to Minsk Street, and he became ignominiously ill.

"Fortunately, it's not serious...it doesn't affect anything..." Klein sneezed again, packed up and took a hot bath.

After washing up, he specially fried an egg to treat himself, and it was so fragrant.

"A Witch King's "Book of Secrets", a mystical item biological toxin bottle that is no worse than the sun brooch, and a copy of the Extraordinary characteristics left over from the Sequence 7 'Werewolf', this time I made a lot of money... just nothing It's a pity to get the Extraordinary characteristics of the 'living corpse'..." Klein sat at the dining table, counting the gains while eating.

Another thing that made him feel distressed was that a total of 11 extraordinary bullets were used, each equivalent to nearly 10 pounds!

That is to say, it looks like I burned 100 pounds... It is worthy of the name to throw money at people... No wonder most of the middle and low-sequence Beyonders are so eager for money... Klein glanced down at his breakfast.

They add up to just a few pennies!

After breakfast, Klein read the newspaper leisurely, sneezing from time to time, and wiped his mouth and nose with the paper.

No sooner had the church bells died down at eight o'clock than someone rang his doorbell.

As expected, Klein saw the reporter of the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph.

This reporter with beautiful blue eyes, two moustache and rather rough skin took off his hat and greeted him, and then got straight to the point:

"Detective Moriarty, are you free to take my commission?"

Although I have a bit of a cold, it is relatively unsuspecting to accept commissions normally during this period... Klein, who has just made a ticket, smiled and said:

"I'm slightly sick, but it doesn't affect my fighting and shooting."

Mike suddenly smiled and said:

"Thank you for your help."

"Let's go now."

"Um, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast yet? Let me invite you. As an employer, I am supposed to be responsible for your food today."

Treat me to breakfast? Klein was taken aback and said:

"I just finished eating."

"But I suggest you go to the East End and have breakfast, so you can see a lot of things, and then just give me a cup of coffee."

"...No problem." Mike pointed outside, "The carriage I hired is waiting."

Klein looked him up and down and said:

"Sir, you'd better dress a little worse, or I'll be very busy at work."

Mike looked down at his woolen coat, and said with some insight:

"Is this too noticeable?"

"It's like this in the East District." Klein pointed to the inside and said, "I have some specially prepared clothes, well, we are about the same size."

Mike couldn't help but sigh in admiration:

"You are really professional."

Professional crime? Klein slandered.

After changing their attire and becoming ordinary workers, the two got into the carriage and headed to the edge of the Eastern District.

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"Ah Choo!"

Klein took out the paper again, wiped his mouth and nose, and snorted some snot.

Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

"The food in this cafe is not bad. Of course, this is compared to the residents of the East District." Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe at the corner of the street.

He's been here a few times for breakfast when he occasionally stayed in a one bedroom room nearby.

"It seems that it is already considered a better restaurant here." Mike didn't think it was a coffee shop.

It was past nine o'clock at this time, and there were very few customers in the cafe—residents in the East District usually finished their breakfast after seven o'clock and started working or looking for work.

After accompanying Mike to order goulash, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around, looking for a seat by the window.

At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged and elderly man he had rescued by pretending to be a reporter before.

He was the one who brought me here first... Why is he only having breakfast now... Klein turned his thoughts and said to Mike:

"You have an interviewee."

As he spoke, he walked towards the "homeless man" with a coffee cup in his hand.

The other party was still wearing the thick jacket from before, his grizzled hair looked greasy, and his beard was quite obvious, but there was no longer the sleepy feeling between his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was no longer so pale and scary.

"Good morning, we meet again." Klein sat across from him and greeted him, and found that the other party's breakfast was black bread with a penny cup of cheap tea.

The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:

"Mr. Reporter, is that you?"

... Klein laughed dryly, pointed to Mike next to him and said:

"This is my colleague who wants to do more in-depth research on my previous interview."

Mike is an experienced and well-informed reporter. He didn't say much after hearing the words, he just smiled and nodded, and said hello.

As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't just find out today, the other party had borrowed a fake press card from him!

"So you are really a reporter!" The middle-aged man blurted out in astonishment, "But this does not prevent you from being a kind and kind person."

Klein smiled and asked:

"How are you?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said:

"With your help, I finally slept well, had a full stomach, and was no longer so weak."

"At first I wanted to find the original job, which was shoemaking, but they didn't want me, saying that my hands were shaking..."

He bowed his head and laughed, skipping this paragraph:

"Later, I went to the wharf and found some work. I was very tired, but at least I made money. I have already rented a floor bunk in someone's house. It only costs 6.5 pence a week. Of course, I can only sleep at night."

"Um, that's what it is like to work at the dock. I went early today, didn't eat anything, raised my hand there, and shouted my name and the manager's name loudly, but I still couldn't be hit, so I had to come back here. "

"Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning may have to be busy until late, so they won't fight with us."

Klein listened quietly, drinking bad coffee from time to time, while Mike took out a pen and paper, and quickly took notes.