For a moment, Klein thought he had traveled back in time, but the elegant gas lamps surrounding the brass grid and the silver-encrusted tin cans of old Neil's hand-ground coffee made him recognize reality.

Russell the Great, the predecessor of the traverser, is really a compatriot?

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

With an indescribable feeling of "meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land", Klein quickly skimmed through the three pages of the manuscript in his hand:

"On November 18th, it was a miraculous thing, a whimsical experiment and a chance mistake that allowed me to discover a poor fellow trapped in a storm, lost in the depths of darkness, who could only get a little closer to the real world at the full moon every month, but still could not pass on his cry, he was lucky, he met me, the protagonist of this era. ”

After writing the above paragraph, I read it again, and suddenly I was a little embarrassed, even if it was in Chinese characters, I unconsciously brought a strong translation tone, forty years of finger flick of a finger, the memory of the past is really like a dream. ”

"On January 1, 1184, at the grand New Year's party, Madame Fronal was a stunner. ”

"On the second of January, the gentlemen of my Foreign Affairs Council are stupid asses!"

"On January 3rd, the original choice was too hasty, and now it seems that whether it is an 'apprentice', a 'soothsayer', or a 'thief', it is better to do so, but unfortunately, there is no way to turn back. ”

"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I have said it ten thousand times, don't be fooled by those magic sticks, no, those magic sticks may have been fooled themselves, the key to the potion is not to master, it is to digest! not to dig, but to play! And the name of the potion is not only a core symbol, but also a specific image, but also the 'key' of digestion!"

"On September 22nd, the alliance against me was established, from Fursack in the north, Rune in the east, to Fenerport in the south, my enemies finally came together, but I am not afraid, I will tell them with the facts, the generation gap between weapons and knowledge is not something that can be made up by numbers and low-level sequencers, besides, my subordinates are not without them, and the high-end, hehe, have they forgotten who I am?"

"On the 23rd of September, I lost contact with the ships searching for the 'Godforsaken Lands,' and it was time for me to consider inventing wireless telegraphy, hoping that it would not be affected by the storm. ”

"On the twenty-fourth of September, Miss Ithaca is even more charming than Madame Flonal, and perhaps I am just nostalgic for my youth. ”

Because it is a copy of the copy, based on the complexity of the Chinese characters, the volume of each character has been magnified a lot, so there is not much content on each page, and even for preservation and research, the back is blank, but even so, Klein is still excited, especially the description of the key to the potion by Russell the Great, which makes him feel a kind of ecstasy to find the "solution to the problem" and master the priceless secret.

"Maybe this is the guiding light for me to be the Extraordinary in the future!"

"Well, the three pages of the manuscript are diaries from different periods, and it can be seen that Russell the Great had a habit of writing only at the beginning of the year, and it is impossible to determine which year the November and September ones belong to......"

"Who was the poor guy he found?"

"What exactly do you mean to digest and play?"

"Where is God's forsaken land?"

......

One question after another boiled in Klein's heart with surprises, and he couldn't wait to collect Russell the Great's diary at once and read it from beginning to end!

"Klein?"

Klein woke up suddenly, and hurriedly covered up a smile:

"I thought I was going to be the most special one, and I wanted to try to decipher and decipher. ”

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

Klein flipped through the three pages of the manuscript in his hand, and after making sure that he had not missed anything, he handed them back and asked casually:

"Are we all there are these?"

I want to see more of Russell the Great's diaries!

"Do you think there will be many?" old Nealmo sneered deeply as he gripped his manuscript, "There are not many extraordinary and mysterious events involved in it every year, hey, the main thing is that those extraordinary species are gradually dying out in our northern continent, without them, there will be no more potions, so there are fewer and fewer extraordinary people, hey, in the past few hundred years, dragons, giants and elves have become books and records, and even the sea tribe no longer appears in the coastal seas." ”

Hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered a stalk, and immediately smiled:

"I felt it was time to start the Dragon and Giant Conservation Society. ”

Old Neil listened with a blank expression, and it took a long time to understand what it meant, and when he figured it out, he tapped the table and smiled quite heartily, not gentlemanly enough:

"Haha, Klein, you are such a humorous person, this is the tradition of our Rune Kingdom, and 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? ”

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

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

"Magical Creature Conservation Society!"

As soon as the words fell, the two laughed tacitly, and the unfamiliar atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.

"There are fewer and fewer young people like you who are interesting...... Where did I just go?" Old Neil said with a wrinkled smile on his face, "I remember, there are not many events involving extraordinary and mysterious events every year, and the idiots who worship Emperor Russell are a minority of the minority, and it is very good that we can get three manuscripts...... Well, there should be ...... in other cathedrals or parishes."

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

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

"A revolver. Crane replied as it really was.

"Okay, I'll take it out, ahem, do you have a pouch under your arm? As a gentleman, you can't let your waist and down bulge in public. Old Neil made a joke that men knead.

"Oh, no, do you need to go to the captain and write it?" Crane smiled in agreement.

Old Neil stood up and said:

"No, just record it, this belongs to 'supporting items', follow me, 'matching items'. ”

"You've been a teacher before?" Crane asked amusedly.

"Spent a while in 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 to the inner room.

There is not much difference between extraordinary people and ordinary people...... Crane muttered silently, and then turned his gaze to the three pages of the diary on the table.

Russell the Great did touch on the occult realm......

His diary is worth a fortune......

To others, it's just pieces of waste paper, I don't know when it will be deciphered, and for me, it's a treasure!

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

Gotta find a way to find more......

Crane's thoughts fluctuated, and he couldn't calm down, until old Neil came out of the inner room and closed the iron door.

"Ten Demon Hunter bullets, thirty pistol bullets, a cowhide underarm pouch, a badge of the Seventh Group of the Special Operations Department, you count, give it a try, sign the record book. Old Neil placed the items in his hand on the table.

The pistol bullets were packed in cardboard boxes, divided into three layers, neatly arranged, and as yellow and clear as the bullets in Klein's house, slightly elongated.

The "Demon Hunting Bullet" is held in a small iron box, the shape is the same as that of a normal pistol bullet, but the appearance is silver-white, and there are complex and dazzling patterns when you look closely, and the bottom is even engraved with a small holy emblem of "Stars and Red Half Moon on a black background".

The cowhide pouch is solid to the touch, the strap is buckled, and the half-palm-sized badge next to it is based on iron, with the words "Achowa County Police Department" and "Special Operations Division Unit 7" inlaid with silver, which are wrapped in two almost closed circles, and surround the emblem of "Two Swords Crossed and Clustered Crown".

"It's a pity it's not the badge of the night watchman. Klein said half-emotionally, half-tentatively.

Old Neil smiled, only urging Klein to try his armpit pouch.

Taking off his coat, Crane struggled to secure the pouch and cling it to the armpit of his left arm.

"Not bad. He didn't take it off again, he just put on his formal clothes.

Old Neil looked at it twice and nodded in satisfaction:

"It's a perfect fit, and my vision is still so accurate. ”

After putting the other items in his pocket and signing the notebook, Crane chatted with Old Neil for a few more words before leaving.

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

"I forgot to ask more about the sequence related to potions, it's all Rosel the Great's diary......"

He still didn't know what the sequence start of the complete 'path' that the Night Goddess Church had mastered, which was Sequence 9.

Roseanne seems to have mentioned it...... As Crane walked slowly toward the stairs, a figure staggered down.

He was wearing tight trousers that made it easy to move, and his white shirt was not tucked in, and he had a distinctly poetic romantic temperament, it was the black-haired green-eyed police officer who had searched Klein's house before, and the two had already met upstairs just now, but they didn't speak.

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

"Good afternoon, I don't think I need to introduce myself, do I?" Klein humorously replied.

"No, I'm very impressed with you. The young night watchman stretched out his right hand and said, "Leonard Mitchell, the 'Midnight Poet' in Sequence 8." ”

Sequence 8...... What a poet...... Klein shook his hand lightly and asked with a smile:

"Impressed with me?"

Leonard Mitchell replied with a deep smile in his green eyes:

"You have a special temperament. ”

...... Gay in gay angry ...... The corners of Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he smiled reluctantly: "I don't think it myself." ”

"It's special enough that you're still alive after an incident like that and you didn't accept our protection in the first place. Leonard pointed ahead, "I'll have to replace the captain, see you tomorrow." ”

"See you tomorrow. Klein sideways out of the way.

As he disappeared step by step at the end of the staircase, Leonard Mitchell suddenly turned around, stared at the dim light and the stone floor, and whispered to himself into the air:

"You see what you don't ......"

......

"Sure enough, he doesn't have any special ......"