For a moment, Klein thought he had somehow traveled back in time. But the elegant gas lamps enclosed by the brass grilles and the silver-plated tin cans used by Old Neil to make coffee helped him recognize the reality. Was this the elder ancestor of the time traveler, Rosser the Great, from our world? Was he recording secrets in a simplified Chinese language that didn't exist in our world? With an indescribable "reunion in a foreign land" mood, Klein quickly skimmed through the three pages of manuscript in his hand: "November 18th, it was truly a miraculous event. An imaginative experiment and an accidental mistake led me to discover a poor fellow trapped in a storm and lost in the depths of darkness. He could only approach the real world slightly during the full moon of each month, but still couldn't convey his cries to us. He was lucky; he met me, the protagonist of this era." "After writing this passage, I read it to myself and suddenly felt a bit nostalgic. Even in Chinese, I unconsciously adopted a strong translation accent. Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The memories from the past really feel like dreams." "January 1st, 1841, the grand New Year's party. Mrs. Fronnel was truly a beauty." "January 2nd, my diplomats in the committee were all fools!" "January 3rd, the initial choice was still too hasty. Now it seems that being an 'apprentice', a 'diviner', or a 'thief' is even better. Unfortunately, there's no going back now." "January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I've said it a thousand times, don't be fooled by those charlatans. No, those charlatans might themselves have been fooled. The key to the potion is not about mastering it, but about digesting it! Not digging, but playing! And the name of the potion is not just a core symbol, but a specific image, and even a 'key' for digestion!" "September 22nd, the opposition alliance was forming. From Fussak in the north, Ruen in the east, to Fenepot in the south, my enemies finally came together. But I wasn't afraid. I would use facts to show them that the gap in weapons and knowledge couldn't be made up by numbers and lower-ranked sequenceers. Besides, I don't have a lack of capable people under me. And the high-level ones, eh, did they forget who I am?" "September 23rd, I lost contact with the ship searching for the 'God-Forsaken Land'. I should consider inventing a radio telegraph. Hopefully, it won't be affected by the storm." "September 24th, Miss Isaca is more charming than Mrs. Fronnel. Maybe I'm just reminiscing about my youth." Because this was a copy, due to the complexity of the Chinese characters, the size of each character was enlarged quite a bit. So, the content on each page was not much. Even for preservation and research, the back was blank. But even so, Klein still felt a surge of emotions as he read. Especially the description by Rosser the Great about the key to the potion, it gave him a sense of having found the "solution", grasping the invaluable secret. "Perhaps this is the guiding light for my future as an extraordinary person!" "Well, the three pages of manuscripts are diaries from different periods. It can be seen that Rosser the Great has a habit of writing only in the first month of each year. The two for November and September can't be determined which year they belong to..." "Who was the poor fellow he discovered?" "What do digestion and playing specifically refer to?" "What is the 'God-Forsaken Land'?" ... One after another, doubts bubbled up in Klein's mind along with the excitement, making him wish to collect all Rosser Emperor's diaries and read them from beginning to end at once! "Klein?" Just then, the old Neil on the opposite side spoke in confusion. Klein woke up suddenly and quickly covered his mouth and laughed: "I thought I would be the most special one, and wanted to try to decipher and interpret them." "That's really a young man," the old Neil chuckled and nodded. "I also once thought I was the most special one." Klein flipped through the three pages of the manuscript in his hand, confirmed that he hadn't missed anything, and then handed them back, pretending to ask casually: "Are these all we have?" I want to see more of Rosser Emperor's diaries! "The thought that there would be many?" The old Neil stroked the manuscript, with deep wrinkles sneering, "There aren't many events involving extraordinary and mysterious things each year. Well, mainly those extraordinary species gradually died out on our North Continent, without them, there were fewer and fewer magical potions, and thus fewer extraordinary people. Over the past few hundred years, dragons, giants, and elves have all become records in books, and even the sea creatures no longer appeared in the coastal areas." Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered an anecdote and immediately laughed: "I think it's time to establish the 'Dragon and Giant Protection Association'." The old Neil listened blankly, and after a long time, he understood what it meant and patted the table with a rather cheerful smile, not being very gentlemanly: "Haha, Klein, you are really a humorous person. This is the tradition of our Ruan Kingdom. Young people being humorous won't be wrong. I think we can't be too narrow-minded. Why only dragons and giants? It should be called 'Magical Creature Protection Association'." "No, no, no, how could we forget those poor plants?" Klein shook his head. At this point, he and the old Neil looked at each other and said in unison: "Magical Creature Protection Association!" As soon as the words were said, the two of them smiled in harmony, and the awkward atmosphere disappeared a lot. "Such interesting young people are becoming fewer and fewer... Where did I say that?" The old Neil's wrinkles on his face smiled, "I remember, there aren't many events involving extraordinary and mysterious things each year. The idiots who worship Emperor Rosser are the minority of the minority. We got three manuscripts, which is already very good... Well, other cathedrals or dioceses should still have some..." He whispered a few words and took the "note" that Klein had already placed on the table, looked at it, and said: "It's a hand gun, or a foot gun, or the bullet of a steam high-pressure gun?" "A revolver." Klein answered according to the actual situation. "OK, I'll go get it. Ah, do you have an underarm gun bag? As a gentleman, one shouldn't have a bulging waist and below in public." The old Neil made a joke that all men could understand. "Haha, no, do we need to go to the captain to write it down?" Klein cooperated with a smile. The old Neil stood up and said: "No, just record it. This belongs to 'companion items', repeat after me, 'companion items'." "You used to be a teacher?" Klein asked with a smile. "In the Sunday school and free school of the church for a while." The old Neil raised the note and took the key from the drawer, opened the iron door leading to the inner room. There is no big difference in the feelings of extraordinary people and ordinary people... Klein murmured silently and turned his gaze to the three pages of the diary on the table. Rosser Emperor did involve the mysterious realm... His diary is priceless... To others, it's just a pile of waste paper, and it's unknown when it can be deciphered. To me, it's a treasure! I don't know where the remaining diaries are... We need to find more... Klein's thoughts were agitated and hard to calm down until Old Neil came out from the inner room and closed the iron door. "Ten hunting demon bullets, thirty hand grenades, a cowhide holster, a special operations unit seventh team emblem, count them up, try it out, sign your name in the notebook." Old Neil placed the items in his hand on the table. The hand grenades were in a paper box, arranged in three layers, neatly lined up, as yellow and shiny as the bullets in Klein's home, slightly slender. The hunting demon bullets were in small iron boxes, shaped the same as normal hand grenades, but with a silvery surface. When closely examined, there were complex and dazzling patterns, and even a small holy emblem engraved at the bottom, "Black background stars red crescent moon". The cowhide holster felt solid, with a buckle on the strap, and the half-sized emblem beside it was in iron color, with silvered "Ahuova County Police Department" and "Special Operations Unit Seventh Team" characters, forming two nearly closed circles, surrounding the "Double swords crossed surrounding the crown" symbol. "Unfortunately, it's not the night watchman's emblem." Klein said half with regret and half as a probing statement. Old Neil smiled and only urged Klein to try the holster. Taking off his coat, Klein struggled hard to fasten the holster, which was tightly attached to the left arm's armpit. "It's not bad." He didn't take it off and directly put on his formal suit. Old Neil looked for a while, nodded with satisfaction: "Very suitable, my judgment is still so accurate." Putting away other items in his pocket, after signing his name in the notebook, Klein chatted with Old Neil for a few more words before leaving. Halfway there, he suddenly felt frustrated and slapped his forehead: "I forgot to inquire more about the sequence and potion-related details. It's all because of Lord Rosel's diary..." He still didn't know the starting sequence of the complete 'path' held by the Night Goddess Church, that is, sequence 9. Roshan seemed to have mentioned something... The sleepless one? Just as Klein walked slowly towards the staircase, a figure came down with a thumping sound. He was wearing tight action pants and his white shirt had not been tucked in, showing a clear romantic poet's temperament. It was the black-haired green-eyed police officer who had searched Klein's house earlier. The two had already met upstairs, but they didn't speak. "Good afternoon." The poet-like young night watchman smiled and greeted. "Good afternoon. I don't think I need to introduce myself, right?" Klein responded humorously. "No, I'm very impressed by you." The young night watchman extended his right hand and said, "Leonard Mitchell, sequence 8 'Midnight Poet'." Sequence 8... So much of a poet... Klein shook hands with him lightly and asked with a smile: "Impressed by me?" Leonard Mitchell's green eyes were deep, and he replied with a very faint smile: "You have a special气质." ... gay gayish... Klein's lips twitched slightly and he forced a smile: "I don't think so myself." "After going through such an event and not accepting our protection immediately, yet you are still alive, this in itself is already quite special." Leonard pointed ahead. "I have to replace the team leader. See you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." Klein stepped aside to clear the way. When he disappeared step by step at the end of the staircase, Leonard Mitchell suddenly turned around, gazing at the dim light and the stone floor, and murmured to the air in a low voice: "Did you notice anything...?" ... "Sure enough, he didn't have anything special..."
