The Mysterious King

Chapter 21:Nmeet an old friend in a distant land

For a moment, Klein thought he had traveled back in time, but the elegant

gas lamp surrounded by a brass grid in front of him and the silver-rimmed tin

can in which Old Neil filled his hand-ground coffee made him realize the reality

clearly.

Is Emperor Russell, the senior time traveler, really a compatriot?

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

With the indescribable feeling of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land",

Klein quickly browsed the three pages of the manuscript in his hand:

"November 18th is really a magical thing. A whimsical experiment and an

accidental mistake allowed me to discover a poor guy trapped in the storm and

lost in the depths of darkness. He could only He can get a little closer to the real

world every month when the moon is full, but he still can't convey his call. He is

lucky. He met me, the protagonist of this era."

"After writing the above paragraph, I read it again, and suddenly I felt a

little sad. Even if I use Chinese characters, I unconsciously have a strong

translation accent. In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed, and the past

memories are really like It's like a dream."

"January 1, 1184, the grand New Year's party. Mrs. Fronard is really a

beauty."

"On January 2nd, the gentlemen of my Foreign Affairs Committee are

jackasses!"

"On January 3rd, the original choice was too hasty. Now it seems that

whether it is an 'apprentice', a 'divineer', or a 'thief', they are all better.

Unfortunately, there is no way to go back."

"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I have said it 10,000 times,

don't be fooled by those magicians. No, those magicians may have been fooled

themselves. The key to potions is not to master them, but to master them.

Digest! It’s not digging, it's acting! And the name of the potion is not only a

core symbol, but also a specific image, and it's the ‘key' to digestion!"

"On September 22nd, an alliance against me is being established.From

Fusac in the north, Roen in the east, to Fenebaud in the south, my enemies

finally come together, but I am not afraid, I will tell them with facts that the

generation gap in weapons and knowledge cannot be made up by the number of

people and low-level sequencers. Besides, it's not like I don't have any

subordinates, and the high-end ones, haha, have they forgotten who I am?”

"On September 23, I lost contact with the ship searching for the 'Forsaken

Land'. It's time for me to consider inventing wireless telegraphy. I hope it

won't be affected by the storm."

"Miss Ithaca is more charming than Mrs. Fronal on September 24th.

Perhaps I am just missing my youth."

Because it is a copy, due to the complexity of Chinese characters, the size of

each character has been enlarged a lot. Therefore, there is not much content on

each page. Even for preservation and research, the back is blank, but even if it is

In this way, Klein was still excited to watch, especially Emperor Russell's

description of the key to the potion, which made him feel like he had found a

"problem-solving idea" and mastered the priceless secret.

"Perhaps this will be the guiding light for me to become an extraordinary

person in the future!"

"Well, the three pages of manuscripts are diaries from different periods. It

can be seen that Emperor Russell has the habit of writing which year only at the

beginning of the year. It is not possible to judge which year the two pages in

November and September belong to. Year......"

"Who was the poor guy he found?"

"What exactly does digestion and acting mean?"

"Where is the place abandoned by God?"

Questions and surprises boiled over in Klein's mind, making him want to

immediately collect Emperor Russell's diary and read it from cover to cover!

"Klein?" At this moment, Old Neil on the other 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

it."

"What a young man." Old Neil nodded with a haha, "I also thought I was

the most special one."

Klein flipped through the three pages of the manuscript at hand, and after

making sure that he had not missed anything, he handed them back and asked

casually:

"Are these the only ones we have?"

I want to see more diaries of Emperor Russell!

"Do you think there will be many?" Old Neil rubbed the manuscript with

deep wrinkles and sneered, "There are not many extraordinary and mysterious

events every year. Hey, it's mainly those extraordinary species that are

gradually dying out in our northern continent. There are no Without them,

there would be no more magic potions, so there would be fewer and fewer

extraordinary people. Alas, in the past few hundred years, dragons, giants and

elves have become records in books, and even the sea tribe has not Reappear

offshore."

Hearing this sentence, Klein suddenly remembered a joke and immediately

laughed:

"I think it's time to establish the 'Dragon and Giant Protective Society'."

Old Neil looked confused when he heard it, and it took him a long time to

understand what it meant. After he figured it out, he patted the table and

smiled happily, not quite a gentleman:

"Haha, Klein, you are such a humorous person. This is the tradition of our

Kingdom of Loen. It is not wrong for young people to be humorous. I don't

think it is too narrow. How can there be only dragons and giants? It should be

called 'Protection of Magical Creatures' association'."

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

head.

At this point, he and Old Neil looked at each other and said in unison:

"Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them laughed in tacit understanding,

and the unfamiliar atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.

"There are fewer and fewer interesting young people like you... Where did I

just say it?" Old Neil said with a wrinkled smile on his face, "I think about it,

there are not many extraordinary and mysterious events every year. , the idiots

who worship Emperor Russell are a minority within a minority.We can get

three manuscripts, which is pretty good... Well, there should be more in other

cathedrals or dioceses..."

He whispered a few words, took the "approval slip" that Klein had already

placed on the table, took a look at it and said:

"Is it a pistol bullet, a rifle bullet, or a steam high-pressure g*n bullet?"

"A revolver." Klein answered truthfully.

"Okay, I'll take it out. Hey, do you have an armpit g*n bag? As a gentleman,

you can't let your waist and below bulge in public." Old Neil said something

that all men understand. joke.

"Heh, no, do I need to go find the captain and write it down?" Klein smiled

in cooperation.

Old Neil stood up and said:

"No, just record it. This is a 'matching item'. Say it after me, 'matching

item'."

"Have you ever been a teacher?" Klein asked amusedly.

"Stayed in the church's Sunday school and free school for a while." Old Neil

raised the note, took out the key from the drawer, and opened the iron door

leading to the inner room.

Extraordinaries don't feel much different from ordinary people... Klein

muttered silently, then turned his attention to the three pages of the diary on

the table.

Emperor Russell did indeed involve himself in the mysterious realm...

His diary is priceless...

To others, it is just a piece of waste paper, and I don't know when it will be

deciphered. To me, it is a treasure!

I don't know where the rest of the diary is...

Gotta find a way to find more...

Klein's thoughts were ups and downs, and it was difficult to calm down,

until Old Neil came out of the room and closed the iron door.

"Ten rounds of demon-hunting bullets, thirty rounds of pistol bullets, a

cowhide armpit g*n bag, and a badge of the Seventh Group of the Special

Operations Department. You count them, give it a try, and sign in the record

book." Old Neil Put the items in your hands on the table.

The pistol bullets were packed in cardboard boxes, divided into three layers

and arranged neatly. They were as yellow and slightly slender as the bullets in

Klein's house.

The "Demon Hunting Bullets" are stored in a small iron box. The shape is

the same as a normal pistol bullet, but the appearance is silvery white.If you

look closely, there are complex and dazzling patterns. There is even a small

holy emblem of "Black Background Stars and Red Half Moon" engraved on the

bottom.

The cowhide g*n bag feels solid and has a buckle. The badge on the side,

half the size of a palm, has an iron-colored background and the words "Ahowa

County Police Department" and "Special Operations Department Seventh

Team" inlaid with silver. They are wound into a nearly closed shape. Two

circles surround the symbol of "two swords crossed surrounding the crown".

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

emotion and half tentatively.

Old Neil smiled and only urged Klein to try the armpit g*n bag.

After taking off his coat, Klein spent a lot of effort to fasten the g*n bag and

place it tightly under the armpit of his left arm.

"Not bad." He didn't take it off anymore and put on his formal clothes.

Old Neil looked at it twice and nodded with satisfaction:

"It's a perfect fit. My vision is still spot on."

After putting away other items in his pocket and signing his name in the

record book, Klein chatted with Old Neil for a few more words before leaving.

Halfway through, he suddenly felt annoyed and slapped his forehead:

"I forgot to ask about more sequences related to potions. It's all because of

Emperor Russell's diary..."

He still doesn't know what the starting sequence of the complete 'pathway'

mastered by the Church of the Night Goddess is, that is, Sequence 9.

Roxanne seems to have mentioned something...the sleepless one?Just as

Klein was slowly walking towards the stairs, a figure stomped down.

He was wearing tight trousers that were easy to move around, and his

white shirt was untucked. He had an obvious romantic temperament as a poet.

He was the black-haired, green-eyed police officer who searched Klein's house

before. The two had met upstairs just now, but they didn't speak. .

"Good afternoon." The poet-like young Nighthawk greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, I guess I don't need to introduce myself?" Klein

responded with humor.

"No, I'm very impressed by you." The young Nighthawk stretched out his

right hand and said, "Leonard Mitchell, the 'Midnight Poet' of Sequence 8."

Sequence 8... He is really a poet... Klein shook his hand lightly and asked

with a smile:

"Impressed?"

Leonard Mitchell had deep green eyes and answered with a shallow smile:

"You have a special temperament."

...Gay is so gay... Klein's lips moved slightly, and he forced a smile and said,

"I don't think so myself."

"After encountering such an incident and not accepting our protection

immediately, you are still alive. This is special enough in itself." Leonard

pointed forward, "I have to replace the captain. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Klein stepped aside to get out of the way.

When he disappeared step by step at the end of the stairs, Leonard Mitchell

suddenly turned around, stared at the dim light and the stone floor, and

whispered to himself in the air:

"You see nothing..."

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