For a moment, Klein thought he had traveled back, but the elegant gas lamps surrounded by the brass grid and the silver tin cans inlaid with old Neil's hand-grinding coffee made him realize the reality.

Emperor Rossell, the time traveler, is he really a compatriot?

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

With an indescribable mood of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land", Klein quickly browsed the three pages of the manuscript in his hand:

"November 18th is such a magical thing. A whimsical experiment and an accidental mistake made me discover a poor guy trapped in the storm and lost in the depths of the darkness. He can only get a little closer to the real world when the full moon is full every month, but he still cannot pass his shouts in. He is lucky that he met me, the protagonist of this era."

"After writing the above paragraph, I read it myself, and suddenly felt a little sad. Even if I used Chinese characters, I unknowingly brought a strong translation accent. Forty years in the blink of an eye, my past memories are really like dreams."

"On January 1, 1184, the grand New Year's party, Mrs. Flornard is such a stunner."

"On January 2, my gentlemen on the Foreign Affairs Committee are all stupid donkeys!"

"On January 3, the original choice was too hasty. Now it seems that whether it is an 'apprentice', a 'divinator', or a 'thief', is even better. Unfortunately, there is no way to look back."

"On January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I have said it ten thousand times, don't be fooled by those charlatans, no, those charlatans may be fooled by themselves. The key to potion is not mastery, but digestion! It is not excavation, but play! The name of potion is not just a core symbol, but also a concrete image, but also a 'key' to digest!"

"On September 22, the alliance against me was established, from Fsac in the north, Roon in the east, to Fenerport in the south, and my enemies finally came together, but I was not afraid, and I would tell them with facts that the generational differences of weapons and knowledge cannot be compensated by the number of people and low-order sequencers. Besides, I am not without my subordinates, and high-end, haha, have they forgotten who I am?"

"On September 23, I lost contact with the ship looking for the 'God's Forsaken Land', and it's time for me to consider inventing the radio telegraph, hoping it won't be affected by the storm."

"On September 24th, Miss Ithaca is more charming than Madame Flornar, maybe I am just missing my youth."

Because it is a copy of the copy, based on the complexity of Chinese characters, the size of each character has been greatly enlarged. Therefore, there is not much content on each page, and the back is even blank for preservation and research. But even so, Klein is still excited to see it, especially Emperor Rossell's description of the key to the potion, which makes him feel ecstatic to find "problem-solving ideas" and master priceless secrets.

"Maybe this is the guiding light for my future extraordinary people!"

"Well, the three-page manuscripts are diaries from different periods. It can be seen that Emperor Rossell had the habit of writing only in the first year. The two pictures in November and September cannot be judged for the time being...."

"Who is the poor guy he found?"

“What does digestion and acting mean?”

“Where is the land of God’s abandonment?”

...

As the surprises filled Klein's heart, he wanted to collect all the diaries of Emperor Rossell and read them from beginning to end!

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

Klein woke up and hurriedly covered up his smile:

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

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

Klein turned over the three pages of the manuscript at hand, confirmed that he had not missed the places, handed them back, and asked casually:

"Do we have only these pictures?"

I want to see more of the Diary of the Great!

"Do you think there will be many?" Old Neil rubbed the manuscript, and wrinkles sneered deeply. "There are not many events involving extraordinary and mysterious every year. Alas, mainly because those extraordinary species gradually disappear in our northern continent. Without them, there will be no more potions, so fewer and fewer extraordinary people. Alas, over the past few hundred years, dragons, giants and elves have become records in books, and even the sea tribes no longer appear near the sea."

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

“I think it’s time to build the ‘Dragon and Giant Conservation Society’.”

Old Neil looked confused when he heard this. It took him a long time to understand what it meant. After he figured it out, he patted the table lightly and smiled quite happily, not gentlemanly enough:

"Haha, Klein, you are such a humorous person. This is the tradition of our Ruhn Kingdom. Young people can't be wrong with humor. I don't think it's too narrow-minded. How can there be only dragons and giants? It should be called the 'Fantasy Beast Conservation Society'."

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

Speaking of this, he and Old Neil looked at each other and said in unison:

"Magic Biological Conservation Association!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them laughed tacitly, and the annoying atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.

"There are fewer and fewer young people as interesting as you... Where did I just talk about it?" Old Neil smiled with a wrinkle on his face, "I remember that there are not many events involving extraordinary and mysterious every year. Idiots who worship Emperor Rossell are minorities among minorities. It is already very good that we can get three manuscripts... Well, there should be other cathedrals or parishes..."

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

"Is it a pistol bullet, a rifle bullet, or a steam high pressure gun bullet?"

"A revolver." Klein replied according to the truth.

"Okay, I'll take it out, cough, do you have a gun bag underarm? As a gentleman, you can't make your waist and below bulge in public." Old Neil made a joke that men know.

"Ha, no, do you need to go to the captain to write it?" Klein cooperated and smiled.

Old Neil stood up and said:

"No, just record it well. This is a 'supply item'. Follow me to read, 'supply item'."

"Have you been a teacher before?" Klein asked with a giggle.

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

There is no big difference between the extraordinary and the ordinary person... Klein muttered silently, then turned his eyes to the three-page diary on the table.

Emperor Rossell did involve the mysterious realm...

His diary is priceless...

To others, it is just waste paper, I don’t know when it will be able to decipher it. To me, that is the treasure!

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

Have to find more...

Klein's thoughts fluctuated and it was difficult to calm down until Old Neil came out of the inner room and closed the iron gate.

"Ten demon hunting bullets, thirty pistol bullets, a cowhide underarm gun bag, and a badge of the Seventh Group of the Special Operations Department. You can count it, try it, and sign the record book." Old Neil put the items in his hand on the desktop.

The pistol bullets were packed in a paper box and divided into three layers, arranged neatly, as yellow and slightly slender as the bullets in Klein's home.

The "Demon Hunting Bullets" are placed in small iron boxes, the same shape as normal pistol bullets, but the appearance is silver-white, with complex and dazzling patterns when you look closely, and the bottom is even engraved with the small holy emblem with "Black-bottom stars red half a moon".

The cowhide gun bag has a solid touch, the strap is buckled, and the half-palm badge next to it is based on iron color, with the words "Ahova County Police Department" and "Special Operations Department Seventh Group" inlaid with silver. They are circled in two close circles, surrounding the logo of "two swords crossed the crown".

"It's a pity that it's not the badge of the night watcher." Klein said half-expressed and half-tempted.

Old Neil smiled and only urged Crane to try the underarm gun bag.

Taking off his coat, Klein took a lot of effort to fasten the gun bag and press it against the armpit of his left arm.

"It's not bad." He didn't take it off and put on his formal clothes.

Old Neil looked at it twice and nodded with satisfaction:

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

After putting other items in his pocket, Klein chatted with Old Neil for a few more words before saying goodbye and leaving.

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

"I forgot to inquire about more sequences and potions, it's all because of the diary of Emperor Rossell..."

He still doesn't know what the sequence start of the complete "pathway" mastered by the Goddess of the Night, that is, Sequence 9, is.

Luo Shan seemed to have mentioned... Sleepless? Just as Klein slowly walked towards the stairs, a figure came down.

He wore tight trousers that were easy to move, and his white shirt had not been inserted into it. He had a distinct poetic romantic temperament. It was the black-haired and green-eyed police officer who searched Kline's house before. The two had met upstairs just now, but they didn't say anything.

"Good afternoon." The young night watchman like a poet greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, I don't think I have to introduce myself, right?" Klein said with humor.

"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... It's really a poet... Klein shook him lightly, and asked with a smile:

“I was impressed by me?”

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

"You have a special temperament."

...Gay was so angry in gay... Klein's mouth moved slightly and he forced a smile: "I don't think so myself."

"You are still alive after encountering such an incident and not receiving our protection as soon as possible." Leonard pointed ahead, "I have to replace the captain, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Klein turned sideways to make way.

As he disappeared step by step at the end of the stairs, Leonard Mitchell suddenly turned around, staring at the dim light and the stone floor, and murmured to himself in the air:

"You can see nothing..."

...

"Sure enough, he is not special..."
Chapter completed!