"I have to complete a task independently to be a full member?" Klein said after a pause, "However, we may not be able to have a mission once a week, and it may not be easy. ”

Doesn't that mean that it will take me about a month or two before I can officially become a night watchman before I can be promoted and raised......

Old Neil sniffed the coffee and glanced at him:

"This is just a ritual between night watchers, after all, we are at the forefront of the fight against extraordinary dangers, and we certainly don't want our teammates to be children who need to be taken care of at all times, and this does not affect you from getting the salary of a full member, obtaining the corresponding rights, and fulfilling the necessary obligations. ”

It turned out to be a ritual to gain the approval of the other night watchers...... But, Mr. Neil, why do you insist that it doesn't affect my salary as a full member...... Am I acting that obviously?Klein touched his face, smiled awkwardly, and asked instead:

"Does it have to be a mission of an extraordinary nature?"

"It should have been like this, but you did a pretty good job yesterday, skillfully killing an extraordinary person at least Sequence 8, and I think Frye and Luo Yao should have already approved of you, so Dunn might just be assigning a normal mission. Old Neil suddenly sighed, "Double my salary, I will never encounter anything like this again in my life." ”

Klein laughed twice, and took the initiative to mention his own sequence pathway:

"Mr. Neil, do you think the sequence 8 corresponding to 'The Fortune Teller' is real?"

In fact, recalling the description on the confidential information, it is quite consistent:

A "professional" who excels in skillful fighting......

"I can't guarantee you, but I think it's probably a big deal, firstly, it is consistent with the records on the data, characterized by agile movements and skill-based fighting, and secondly, other sequence paths have similar situations, do you know what the corresponding sequence 8 of 'Voyeur' is called?" Old Neil asked with a smile.

"I don't know, it's not on the church materials. Crane shook his head calmly.

Old Neil heaved and said:

"I'm an acquaintance with the two old guys of 'Mechanical Heart', and they mentioned it in a joking tone, the name of the sequence 8 potion corresponding to 'Voyeur' is, Martial Arts Scholar, did you hear it, Martial Arts Scholar, Goddess, I don't like fighting at all, this is completely inconsistent with the image of 'Voyeur'!"

"It is understandable ...... 'voyeurs' are seeking the secrets behind things, and martial arts are also a type of thing. Klein thought for a moment.

"Alright, don't waste time, continue with the occult course, you still have a lot of ritual magic to master, and you must really learn how to make charms and amulets. "Old Neil got the hand-ground coffee.

"Okay. Klein sat down and mentally arranged the time for the day:

In the morning, I studied the occult, read all kinds of historical materials, submitted a reimbursement application, had lunch, went to the shooting club to practice, and then went to the Deville Library in the Golden Sycamore District to see if I could borrow academic monographs and corresponding journals related to the main peak of Hornachis.

After the application was approved and the fee was received, I bought a formal suit on the way home.

Well, tomorrow morning, I'm going to try to make a talisman for Melissa and Benson to avoid misfortune.

............

An elegantly decorated dining room with chandeliers.

A few friends are congratulating Joyce Meyer on his escape and return to Tingen.

"We've all seen the newspapers, and the description of the words alone is scary. A man with a short beard under his chin sighed, "Joyce, it's hard to believe that you've gone through such a thing, suffered such an ordeal, cheers, the bad luck is gone, the sun is shining on us, and the steam is above." ”

Joyce and his fiancée, Anna, raised their glasses at the same time, touched them with their friends, and then drank the little champagne they had left.

"Anna is so worried these days, I suspect she's crying every night, and when I invite her to afternoon tea, she's always wandering, and luckily you're finally back, otherwise I suspect she'd just die. A young lady with brown hair looked at Anna and said to Joyce, who had a small but lovely nose.

"If something like this happened to Anna, I would do the same, even more out of shape. Hook-nosed Joyce looked tenderly at his fiancée next to him.

Anna was not accustomed to showing her feelings in front of others, and looked at the other side of the long table and said:

"Bogda, why do you keep your head down, I can feel that you are in a bad mood. ”

The young lady with a small nose replied in her place:

"Bogda was sick and the physician told him that there was something wrong with his liver, that medication could only reduce the pain, that it could not really be treated, and that a surgical operation would have to be performed. ”

"Lord, when did this happen?" asked Anna and Joyce, surprised and concerned.

Bogda was a young man with short light hair, his face yellowed, and his usual shrewd red eyes were darkened.

"Last week's incident, because Joyce hasn't come back yet, I asked Irene not to tell you. Bogda explained with a wry smile.

Joyce asked calmly:

"Have you thought about when you're going to have surgery?"

Bogda's expression changed a few times:

"No, I haven't made a decision yet, you know, those surgeons are butchers, and the people who operate on them are pieces of meat on the chopping board, slaughtered by them at will! I've seen a lot of reports that they'll even amputate people with axes! Lord, I doubt I'm going to die on the operating table. ”

"But if you delay any longer, maybe the surgery won't save you. The man with the short beard under his chin persuaded.

At this time, Anna suddenly interjected:

"Bogda, maybe you can consider doing a divination, if the divination shows that everything is going well, then operate as soon as possible, if the result of the divination is not good, look for other ways, follow the soothsayer's prompts to find it. I know a real, magical soothsayer, no, I should call him a soothsayer, and I think he can help you. ”

"Really?" Bogda asked rhetorically, with a visibly skeptical look, and their other friends were in the same vein.

"Really. Anna nodded without hesitation, "I asked him for divination, divination of Joyce's condition, and then he told me, go home, your fiancé is waiting for you at home, I was the same as you at that time, my heart was full of doubts, but when I came home, I really saw Joyce, he really came back!"

"I can testify to that. Joyce chimed in.

He didn't say anything about his door-to-door request for a dream interpretation, because the police told him that Tris hadn't been caught yet, so he had to hide the secret to avoid retaliation.

"Lord, it's unbelievable!"

"Is divination really that magical?"

......

In an exclamation, Bogda pondered for a moment and said:

"Maybe I should really go and tell the divination, Anna, Joyce, can you tell me the address and name of the soothsayer?"

Anna breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"You made a wise choice. ”

"The soothsayer is at the Fortune Club in the Howles neighborhood. ”

"His name is, Klein Moretti. ”

............

Golden Sycamore District, in the Deville Library.

Klein used the letter of introduction that his mentor had in the letter to successfully apply for a library card.

He looked at the small card in his hand and asked several administrators:

"Do you have a Study of the Ancient Ruins of the Main Peak of Honaches here? ”

One of the administrators immediately replied:

"Please wait a minute, I'll find it. ”

He turned to the drawers, pulled open the one corresponding to the initials of "Hornachis", and then flipped out a few cards full of words according to a certain pattern.

After taking a closer look, he shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have this book. ”

"It's a pity. Klein replied, slightly disappointed.

It seems that the only way to write to the Rune Press is to write to the Rune Press, or to go back to Hoy University......

At the same time, he sighed to himself, lamenting that the world's libraries were still managed in the old way.

You need a computer, but unfortunately I can't get out of the car...... Klein laughed at himself and asked instead:

"Are there any journals such as New Archaeology and Archaeological Review?"

"Yes. The administrator replied affirmatively, "Mr. Earlier, it was returned." ”

He flipped through the corresponding cards and pointed out where the bookshelves were.

Klein came there, scanned the issue numbers, and pulled out a few of the books mentioned by the mentor.

Then, he sat down at random by the window, and in the bright afternoon sunshine, he flipped through the materials in the quiet library.

“...... Ancient ruins are present not only in the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains, but also in the woodlands, valleys and gentle slopes around the main peak......"

“...... These ruins are made up of towering domes and huge stone pillars, which can be visually described as 'magnificent'......"

“...... The question is, how did the indigenous people here mine and polish the stones? First of all, let's assume that they were mined on the spot and didn't need to be transported up the mountain......

“...... A strange rule is that the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the larger the ruins become, but surprisingly, there are no ruins at the top of the mountain, and according to our speculation, there should have been a palace that did not look like a human structure, and a temple for worship......"

Unlike palaces built by humans...... The shrine used for sacrifice...... Could it be the one I saw in my dream? Klein's thoughts were in a state of flux, when he suddenly heard a few footsteps from far and near.

He looked up and saw a familiar face, the one that often appeared in the newspapers.

A square face, thick eyebrows, a strong nose, short dark blonde hair, blue eyes, pursed lips, all these belonged to Sir de Ville, a celebrity in Tingen, a philanthropist, entrepreneur and owner of this library.

Beside Deville was the middle-aged butler Klein had ever seen.

Crane watched them pass by from a distance of more than ten meters, raised his right hand curiously, and tapped his eyebrows twice.