When Does This World Have a Blood Bar Displayed? Chapter 558

  Chapter 558 "Luck"

  The time traveler Zhou Mingrui, or the current Klein Moretti, his pupils suddenly contracted to the limit, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

  His eyes were full of disbelief, and even the fingers pinching the yellowed pages were visibly exerted force, so that the palms of his hands were trembling slightly.

  Such a performance also fully demonstrated the depths of his heart, what kind of huge waves were caused at this moment.

   That is, he bowed his head like this now, his face was covered by shadows, and the narrow room was only illuminated by gas lamps. In addition, old Mr. Neil was still chattering about his research results, explaining his deciphering ideas, and sharing his experience proudly and happily, so he didn't notice Klein's strange behavior.

  —It's really square characters, it's Simplified Chinese that can be read smoothly…

  —It's not a strange symbol made by coincidence, it's a plausible product of misunderstanding…

  Klein took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, at least not tearing up the diary with a shaking hand.

This is indeed the diary of the Great Emperor Roselle. Old Neil's guess is correct, but the old gentleman can only guess and infer, but he can directly read the contents of the diary without any obstacles, so as to confirm this fact... That old man who made a fortune in history is actually a time traveler! The kind that is much earlier than the time when I traveled over here!

  This discovery is really astonishing. Even though there have been such speculations and doubts before, the shock and shock brought by the confirmation of the facts are not lacking at all...

   Klein, whose mind was blank for a moment, was so excited after he recovered that he could hardly control himself.

Although he only crossed over in the early morning of yesterday, too many things happened in just two days, and the amount of information was so great that he was physically and mentally exhausted... In this case , suddenly found that although I am a stranger in a foreign land, I am not alone, and there are fellow villagers who have encountered the same experience. One can imagine what kind of spiritual inspiration buffs will be obtained.

  Even if that old fellow was far earlier than me, he is gone now...

  But as long as you know that there has been such an example, it is already very reassuring, and morale is boosted!

  —The date is January 3rd…

  —From the consul to this article, he said that he has not written a diary for at least half a year...

  —That is to say, this diary should have been written by that fellow in 1174...

Klein's mind was spinning rapidly, and he quickly wrote down the main points of the content recorded on this page of the diary. His eyes were on "The Third Mystery Society", "The Lord of the Mysteries", and "the battle between the two great gods" Flicking through the key words, there is a feeling of ignorance. As a rookie who has just accepted the existence of the mysterious field, the information is still a bit too high-end, but it has no real sense.

  He turned the yellowed diary on the second and third pages, and it was another date.

The former is a strange page. Except for the decent date at the beginning, the content is completely nonsensical. Klein frowned and subconsciously read it for a few seconds before suddenly realizing that this was not forged by later generations. A piece of diary records, the fonts were randomly pieced together, and the movable type was used randomly, which led to this result.

   This made him feel annoyed while being dumbfounded.

After all, now is the time when I need the intelligence support from my fellow countrymen the most. As a result, the counterfeiting industry in this world has ambushed me like this... It seems that no matter what kind of world we are in, the counterfeiting and counterfeiting industry will always be so vibrant and full of vitality. vitality.

Fortunately, the content on the third page is relatively powerful. On this page, first of all, the fellow felt that he should have chosen the three paths of "Apprentice", "Seer" or "Thief". It's a pity that there is no way to turn back... The reason is why, I didn't say this, but it made Klein remember it.

  In the subsequent records, it is the fellow who hates his own children—

  By the way, I mentioned the key to the potion system.

   It's not mastery, it's digestion! It's not digging, it's acting!

   This surprised Klein, especially the precious information at the back, which is the information he needs most at the moment. It made him feel as if he suddenly saw the sun, and his heart couldn't help beating.

   About half an hour later.

   Stepping out of the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

   Until now, he still felt that he couldn't calm down, and Old Neil almost noticed that something was wrong, but fortunately, he reacted quickly at the time and found a reason to cover it up.

  —The Great Emperor Roselle is indeed his fellow countryman, and he has indeed set foot in the mysterious field...

  —So it seems that the diary he left behind is absolutely priceless, a record left by a traveler who once became Emperor Intis, and only he can understand it...

   I have to say that the temptation of this treasure that seems to be at your fingertips is too great. At this moment, Klein can't wait to collect all Roselle's diaries immediately and read them carefully.

   It's a pity that this matter is not so easy, and we have to think about it in the long run.

After all, according to the information obtained from old Neil, it seems that Roselle's diary is not so easy to collect. It seems that old Neil is so dedicated and wants to make achievements in it, but he only collects So a few diaries.

  According to what he said, there should be other cathedrals or dioceses. Does this mean that most of the Roselle diaries that can be found are likely to be in the hands of some systematic organizational forces?

It seems that thinking about it, even if it can't be cracked temporarily, it is estimated that many people have realized what it might be. They can't be sure of anything else, but they can be sure that there may be inestimable value behind this diary. Naturally, it will not be released easily, but will try its best to break it... So what should I do?

  Maybe I made a mistake yesterday afternoon, and the organization established above the gray fog can come in handy?

  Although from the current point of view, even if you add yourself...there are only three people in that organization.

  At this moment, Klein's thoughts diverged endlessly, and he quickly thought of the channel he was most likely to use at the moment.

   Just yesterday afternoon, he tried to hold a ceremony, wanting to see if the ceremony that seemed to help him pass through could bring him back. As a result, he entered a boundless mysterious gray fog, and accidentally triggered some mechanism that he didn't know clearly, and pulled the consciousness of two people into that wonderful space.

  Fortunately, those two people don't seem to be big bosses, and he reacted fast enough at that time, and his psychological quality was strong enough, so he didn't show his stage fright, and he was inspired by the divination in the morning.

  While properly maintaining the force, he also became the controller of a secret organization in a daze.

  Because he is already a member of the Church of Evernight on the surface, so Klein feels a little guilty about this kind of two-five-year-old development. But in such a blink of an eye, he seems to have to consider how to make good use of this advantage... It can only be said that people's adaptability is very strong. If you don't force yourself, you don't know how much you can do.

   "Phew, let's go step by step...at least I'm not alone."

  Klein took a long breath, feeling a little more confident in his heart.

  By the way, I almost forgot, I still have a "huge sum" of 12 pounds... He suddenly remembered something, and quickly touched his pocket.

  Because he didn't have any change on him, and he didn't want to take the risk of going a long way back with a "huge sum of money", the cautious Klein decided to buy some necessary outfits first, so as to get rid of the gold pounds on his body. He raised his head and looked around in this relatively unfamiliar street. When his gaze swept across the end of the street corner, it suddenly lit up slightly.

There happened to be a cloakroom there, just near the telephone booth on the street. It didn't look big, but it looked very clean and tidy, and at the same time it was very delicate. At least it looks very pleasing to the eye...but at the same time it is very professional, but it will not give people the feeling that it is expensive and high-style, and it seems that it cannot be afforded.

  Ahem, the latter may also be a psychological illusion brought about by his own wealth and wealth, which is somewhat inflated. In short, Klein now thinks he can go and have a look.

   Walking into the cloakroom, the light suddenly changed, but the change was very natural.

Compared with the brightness of the outside world, the light environment inside the store is very mysterious, but it is not dim. The space inside is also illuminated by elegant gas lamps. Overall, it gives people a very soft and comfortable look, and it also sets off the The space in the store has a slight sense of mystery, which seems to be covered with a veil.

  Klein couldn't help squinting his eyes. After his pupils got used to the change of light, he could see clearly that there didn't seem to be any customers or waiters in the store at this time. The boss himself seemed to be behind the counter. It was a young man, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a fair and handsome appearance, who was reading a book in his hand calmly by the light of a gas lamp.

   "...Do you need to buy something, customer?"

  Hearing the movement, the young man casually put down the reading material in his hand, and looked up at the guests at the door.

  After seeing Klein, his blue eyes fluctuated slightly, and a strange light flashed across them.

   "Ah...well, yeah, I need a cane."

  Klein didn't notice anything, he just thought about it seriously, and then made his own request, with a hint of testing the price, and said with gestures: "It's better to have a harder, stronger one."

   While saying this, he quickly glanced at the decoration and environment of the store, and estimated whether his budget was in line with such a consumption environment.

  In fact, it's not just walking sticks, but also formal clothes, shirts, vests, trousers, etc. These are all within the budget and will be bought sooner or later.

   The cane is naturally the first thing to buy. This is the best self-defense weapon for a gentleman, and a subspecies of the physical holy sword.

  Like a folding stool, it can be brought into various occasions openly, and it can be transformed into a weapon of murder when necessary.

"A cane? Then please come here and have a look. We have several kinds here. You can choose..." The young man with blue eyes nodded when he heard the words, and also walked out from behind the counter. He walked to the side On the shelf on the wall, I reached out and took down a cane, then turned around and handed it over. "How about this one? A lot of gentlemen like this cane."

"Let me see…"

  Klein walked over naturally, and the moment he reached out to take the cane, he casually glanced at the counter from the corner of his eye.

  The next moment, he froze for a moment.

The reading material that had just been placed on the counter came into view, and it was not until he got closer that he realized that it was not an ordinary book, but several yellowed manuscripts. Regularly sized square characters were neatly rubbed on the paper... The unfolding was so outrageous and fantastic that he wondered if he had read it wrong, or was he dreaming?

-wait wait wait! It turned out to be Roselle's diary again? !

  —I was still having a headache just now. It was difficult to collect such things, but when I turned my head, I came across several pages of diaries like this again... How the **** are you fat four? You said it was a very rare item?

Klein couldn't help but a series of question marks rose slowly in his head. He felt that he was a little confused about this world. Was it because Old Neil had too little knowledge and gave wrong guidance information, or was it just his own luck? ?

   "How is it? Are you dissatisfied?" asked the owner.

"Yeah, it feels a little lighter. Is there anything else..." Klein's mind was still in a mess, filled with those few diaries, and he could only reply mechanically. He tried very hard to restrain his emotions. In order not to drift towards the direction of the counter, the line of sight should be as natural as possible, but... this is really too coincidental, and a little bit too lucky!

  So, here comes the question, what should I do to get them?

   Wait, wait, speaking of this kind of thing, is it possible to appear in the hands of ordinary people?

Suddenly thinking of such a thought, Klein's body froze slightly. He subconsciously looked at the young man beside him out of the corner of his eye. The product: "If you don't meet the requirements, you can take a look at these two models here. They are harder and of course a little heavier..."

   It seems normal, of course, it may be that I can't see it...

   Wait! The Blackthorn Security Company is on the other side of this street, and it is the branch base of the official Extraordinary organization under the Church of Evernight in Tingen City. If there is a problem, it must not be their turn to find out, right?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Klein felt a little more settled in his mind. He pretended to compare the two new canes, and chose the one he thought was more convenient among them. He felt that the price was not bad. After accepting it, he went to the counter to check out... While the boss was packing the cane, he took a quick look.

   It is confirmed that it is the diary of a fellow villager!

  He was overjoyed for a while, then looked at the shopkeeper who was packing with his head down, gritted his teeth, and then had an idea in his mind——

   "Huh? Sir, these few manuscripts of yours are very interesting. Where did they come from? I have never seen this kind of writing..."

Pretending to be curious, Klein made his tone look generous, and at the same time pretended to be attracted to him. He just put his hands on the counter, not hiding his curiosity at all, watching Those few pages behind the counter.

  The young man, who had been acting relatively quietly, raised his head and glanced at him when he heard the words, his blue eyes looked deep, and his expression seemed to become interested: "Do you think this is a kind of writing?"

  Klein's eyebrows trembled. Oops, it seems a bit careless...

It seems that according to Old Neil, people all believe that the simplified Chinese in Roselle's diary is a special symbol specially invented by Emperor Roselle to keep the secrets he recorded...that is to say, they all have preconceived ideas This is a special cipher, and it does not feel that this is a language that has not been discovered so far.

He tried very hard to restrain his expression, all kinds of messy thoughts were spinning in his mind like lightning, and he said haha: "I think it's a bit similar, although I can't confirm it, but the whole of them is very similar to a kind of The independent style system seems to be very mature..."

After thinking for a while, he smiled again, and added: "The main reason is that I am a graduate student of the History Department of Hoy University, and I often deal with various languages, for example, from ancient Fusac to Hermes. I know something about it, and I have studied it, so it may be that I am more sensitive to words..."

  At this time, it would be too suspicious to hastily deny it.

  So he simply nodded and admitted, expressing that he really thinks so—just thinking, there is no problem at all, right?

Coupled with the identity patch he put on, as a graduate of the history department, he is curious about this aspect, and some of his own opinions are all reasonable and reasonable... The most important thing is that this identity is absolutely true, and the corresponding history The skills of the department are also tested, so this statement is not far-fetched at all, and there is no problem at all.

   "I see, maybe your idea is correct..."

The young man nodded knowingly, no doubt about him: "According to many people's guesses, this should be... the diary of a famous historical figure. Many people believe that there must be very valuable information recorded in it, and they have always wanted to decipher it. The mystery is that no one has ever been able to succeed, but there are still many people who keep going forward and never give up..."

   Sure enough, he knew what it was, probably not an ordinary person.

   Is it a Extraordinary? Maybe it is officially recognized and has legal status?

  Klein was a little hesitant at this moment, not knowing whether to continue with the plan, but... the fellow's diary is too important! And only I can crack it. At worst, I will study it openly like old Neil. As long as I don't reveal any definite results, I think it won't cause any trouble.

  He had a resolution in his heart, so he pretended to be surprised: "There is such a thing, I have never heard of it before... So, sir, you also want to crack the secret?"

  The air was quiet.

   "I don't know whether I want it or not, maybe it's more subconsciously wanting to pursue it."

   After being silent for a while, the young man sighed softly, and fixed his eyes on those pages of the diary—

"I don't want to know the secret of his rise, I just want to know his life and figure out what kind of person he is... But I am a little worried, he is not a perfect person, maybe I After learning more, his image in my mind may be directly disillusioned..."

   Klein couldn't help raising his eyebrows. From the looks of it, he seemed to be a loyal fan of Emperor Roselle?

   But in this case, it seems that my plan will go much smoother.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Sir, it's useless for you to think so much now, why don't you consider cooperating with me... If this is really a kind of text that you have never seen before, then it is really It is of great research value, and may become my next topic. And if I really succeed in interpreting it, this should be what you are happy to see."

   is a very reasonable reason.

  The young man smiled, shook his head, and politely refused: "Sorry, I'll think about it..."

   When he walked out of the store, Klein undoubtedly looked a little disappointed, but he also knew that this was the normal result. It was impossible for the other party to be easily persuaded by him to give him Roselle's diary.

   No, as long as the words are not dead, there is still hope!

  He shook his head and cheered himself up again. When he walked near the telephone booth on the street corner, he turned his head to look at the signboard of the cloakroom shop, and firmly remembered the name of the shop that he didn't pay much attention to at first.

   "The Shire's Cloakshop..."

  On the outskirts of Tingen.

  A house with a lawn, a garden, and a dark red chimney.

   On the desk behind the window in the bedroom, there was an ordinary notebook, and a slightly pale hand knocked on the table angrily.

   "Damn it, why is there an angel on earth coming to such a small place..."

   "No, I have to be more careful."

   It's so hot... I got angry after eating too much lychees, my nose got stuffy and my teeth hurt, and I couldn't get up after taking medicine (T_T)

  (end of this chapter)

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