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In the face of her sister's problems, Klein can only smile bitterly:

"Muscle ache."

He originally thought that taking the sequence of potions, becoming a peculiar person will have more or less physical improvement, but the cruel facts tell him that the skills of the "Divination" are pointed to spirituality, spirit, intuition and interpretation. On, it does not allow him to adapt quickly to combat training.

The original owner has been focusing on reading for many years and some malnutrition, so that the physical quality has been at a moderately low level. Today, such "sequel" can only be said to be quite normal.

"Muscle sore? I remember that you came back after dinner yesterday, and did not do anything else... Does alcohol cause muscle soreness?" Melissa asked in a spirit of inquiry.

Alcohol can cause muscle soreness... Sister, you asked this sentence... It’s really unconscious to think about it... Klein laughs two channels:

"No, it has nothing to do with alcohol. It was yesterday afternoon. I joined the company's fighting training."

"Fighting?" Melissa was even more surprised.

Klein quickly organized the language road:

"It is like this. I thought about it. I think that as a security and cultural relic consultant of a security company, I can't stay in the office forever, stay in the dock warehouse, maybe there will be a day in the future, I need to be with them. Go to the country, go to the old castle, get the original location of the cultural relics, climb the mountain on the way, cross the river, walk a lot of roads, accept the various tests of nature, and you must have a healthy body."

"So you join the fighting training and improve your body?" Melissa understood the meaning of her brother.

"Yes." Klein gave a positive answer.

Melissa frowned slightly:

"But it's not a gentleman... Are you not always asking yourself for the standards of the professor? The professor only needs to read the literature, consider the problem, and be gentle and gentle."

"Of course, I am not saying that this is not good. I like men who can solve problems by themselves, whether they use muscles or brains."

Klein smiled and said:

"No, no, no, Melissa, there is a certain misunderstanding of the definition of the professor. The real professor can both communicate gently with people, or raise the cane when the communication is in trouble, and persuade the other person physically. ""

"Physical way..." Melissa didn't respond, but she quickly understood what her brother wanted to say, and couldn't find a language rebuttal.

Klein didn't say anything more, and he struggled to move his legs and moved to the bathroom.

Melissa stood there, watched for a few seconds, suddenly shook her head and chased it in two steps:

"Do you need my help?"

She gave a helping posture.

"No, no, I have some ingredients for the show." Kline felt insulted and suddenly straightened back and walked normally.

Watching his brother walk steadily into the bathroom and close the door, Melissa snorted and whispered:

"Klein is getting more and more exaggerated... I thought his muscle soreness was so serious..."

In the washroom, Klein stood behind the closed door and his face suddenly twisted.

"Pain, pain, pain..." He held his breath and tightened his body, slowing for seven or eight seconds.

It was not until the hardships went downstairs, after breakfast, and when Benson and Melissa went out, he felt sore and no longer so terrible.

After a break, Klein took a cane, put on a top hat, and walked slowly to the site of the rail public carriage.

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

The Hoy University in the summer vacation is full of trees, flowers and birds, tranquility and tranquility.

After walking along the river for a while, Klein turned into the road to the history department and found the three-story gray stone building that had been in existence for some years, and found the office of the mentor Cohen Quentin.

He knocked on the door and saw the position of the instructor sitting on the teacher Azick.

"Good morning, Mr. Azick, my mentor? We met at ten o'clock in the letter," Klein asked doubtfully.

Cohen Quentin’s good friend, Azick, who often disputes with his academic problems, laughs:

"Cohen has a meeting and went to Tining University, let me wait for you here."

His skin is bronzed, medium-sized, with dark brown hair and soft facial features. There is always an indescribable sensation in the eyelids. Underneath the right ear is a small donkey that cannot be found.

After saying the reason, Azke frowned slightly, and carefully looked at Klein.

"Is there any rudeness on my body?" Klein looked at his dress blankly:

Tuxedo, black vest, white shirt, black bow tie, dark trousers, leather boots without buttons... very normal...

Azick stretched his eyebrows and laughed:

"I don't need to care, I just suddenly found that you are much more spiritual than before, more like a gentleman."

“Thank you for your compliment.” Klein accepted openly and asked, “Mr. Azick, did the instructor find the “Honakis Peak Ancient Relics Study” in the school library?”

"Found, with my help." Azk smiled softly, then pulled the drawer and took out a gray cover book. "You are not a student at Hoy, you can only be here." Look, can't take it away."

"Okay." Klein rejoiced in the academic monograph with fear and fear.

The design of this book is completely in line with the current fashion trends. The hard paper is made into the front and back, and the pattern is the picture, which makes it look like the main peak of Hornachs.

Klein glanced at it, found a position to sit down, flipped through the books, and read them line by line.

He was fascinated, and suddenly found that there was a cup of coffee at hand, and the scent was full and rich.

"I add sugar and milk myself." Azick put down the silver plate and pointed to the milk can and the candy box.

"Thank you." Klein nodded gratefully.

He added three cubes of sugar and a spoonful of milk, and continued to read the book without knowing it.

The book "The Study of the Ancient Relics of the Main Peak of Hornachus" is not thick. When it was near noon, Klein read through it and grasped several points that need attention:

"1. The main habitat of Hornachs and the surrounding areas have formed a civilization, and there is an ancient kingdom."

"Second, from the perspective of murals, their appearance is no different from human beings, and can be regarded as human beings initially."

"Third, they revered and feared the night, and thus personalized a **** to believe, calling this **** the master of the night, the mother of heaven."

"Fourth, the strangest thing is that the tombs of this country have not been found in the entire region, giving people a strange illusion that their residents do not need to be buried or even die, and this contradicts the content of the mural reaction. In the murals, the people of this country believe that death is not the end. I believe that the deceased relatives will protect themselves in the dark, so they will leave the dead relatives at home, stay in bed, and stay on the pillow for three days. ”

"After that, the murals stop here, not involving the part of the burial."

Klein took a sip of coffee and continued to write "reading" in his notebook:

"The mother of heaven, the mother of heaven, the name of the very tall, and the ruler of the night is obviously overlapping with the goddess of the night... is this the source of the contradiction?"

"In the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornachs and the surrounding area, all the displays and furnishings are well preserved, and there are no signs of damage to the murals. Before it was discovered, it did not seem to be disturbed... the table was placed on the table. There are dry rot signs in the plate... In some rooms, there are half bottles of wine that almost become clear water..."

"What about the people of this country? They seem to have left their homes in a hurry, and they have not cleaned up anything, and they have not returned."

"It’s even more strange to think of the fact that there is no tomb."

"The author, Mr. Joseph, also said that when he first discovered these ruins, he even thought that the residents here had evaporated instantly."

Klein stopped the pen and turned his eyes to an illustration.

That was the black and white photo taken by John J. Joseph with a new camera when he went to the main peak of Hornachs for the third time.

In the photo, the palace is smashed, the walls are collapsed, the weeds are crowded, and the style is dominated by grandeur.

When I turned to this photo, Klein instantly remembered the palace that I saw in my dream:

The styles of the two tend to be the same, but the one that they dreamed of is more magnificent, and there is a huge seat that is not human. It is located at the top, and there are countless transparent locusts huddled together and slowly creeping.

I can confirm that my dreams are related to the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornachs... That should be the night country mentioned in the Antignus family notes... Klein nodded invisibly and closed the books.

At this time, Azick sat opposite him and touched the humble black skull below the right ear:

"How? Is there a gain?"

"There are quite a few, you see, I remember a lot of pages of notes." Klein pointed at the table and laughed.

"I don't understand why you are suddenly interested in this matter." Azick sighed and said, "Klein, when I was in Beckland, I was exposed to some divination. There is a certain amount of research, um, I find that your destiny is not coordinated."

What? Divination? Talking to me about divination? As a "diviner", Klein looked at the opposite Azick teacher with a funny smile:

“What is uncoordinated?”

Azick thought for a moment:

"You have been meeting coincidences for the past two months."

"Coincidents?" Because of the favor of Mr. Azko, Klein did not resist the other party's problems, the subconscious began to think back:

To tell the coincidence, the most obvious thing was to hunt down the kidnappers. They found clues to the missing Antignus family notes across the room in their hiding room.

Also, Ryle Bieber did not escape from Tingen and rushed to find the power of the place to digest the notes, so that the seal "2-049" can easily trace his whereabouts, which is somewhat counterintuitive... Although Mr. Al-Hasson explained it well, I always feel a little coincident...

Well, after Selena peeked at the secret spell of Hainas Vansente, she tried to endure the birthday dinner. It happened to be discovered by me, and it was a coincidence... otherwise, Heiners Vansente would not be like that. Suddenly died...

Klein thought for a few minutes:

"There are three, not too many, not too often, and there are no traces of interference and guidance from others."

Azick gently slammed:

"Russell the Great said that anyone who has only one coincidence will meet, and twice will be in the normal category. Three times, it is necessary to think about what internal factors are guiding."

“Can you see what?” Klein asked, tempted.

Azick laughed and shook his head and replied:

"I can only see that there is no coordination. Nothing else can be found. You have to know that I am not a true diviner."

That is not to say that it is equal to not saying... Mr. Azick is a little strange... In front of my **** stick, I put on a stick... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, licking the other person’s chance to get up, pinching his eyebrows and opening The vision.

At first glance, Azick's gas field was reflected in his shackles, and everything was normal.

It is a pity that I can only see the depths of other people's etheric bodies and the surface of the spirits on the fog... Klein tapped his eyebrows and stood up and thought about it.