For a moment, Klein thought he had traveled back in time, but the elegant gas lamp surrounded by the brass grille and the silver-inlaid tin can of hand-ground coffee that Old Neil used made him recognize reality.

Is Emperor Roselle, this time traveler, really a compatriot?

He recorded secrets in simplified Chinese, which does not exist in this world?

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

"November 18th, what a magical thing. A whimsical experiment and an accidental mistake allowed me to discover a poor guy trapped in a storm and lost in the depths of darkness. He could only get a little closer to the real world during the full moon every month, but he still couldn't send his cries in. He was lucky. He met me, the protagonist of this era."

"After writing the above paragraph, I read it again and suddenly felt a little sad. Even though I used Chinese characters, it unconsciously carried a strong sense of translation. Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The memories of the past really seem like a dream."

"January 1, 1184, at the great New Year's party. Lady Flonnel was a real beauty."

"On January 2, the gentlemen of my Foreign Affairs Committee were asses!"

"January 3rd. My original choice was too hasty. Now it seems that Apprentice, Fortune Teller, and Thief are all better. Unfortunately, there is no way back."

"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I have said it a thousand times, don't be fooled by those charlatans. No, those charlatans may have been fooled themselves. The key to the potion is not to master it, but to digest it! It is not to dig it out, but to act it out! And the name of the potion is not only a core symbol, but also a specific image, and it is also the 'key' to digestion!"

"On September 22, an alliance against me was formed. From Feysac in the north, Loen in the east, to Feynaport in the south, my enemies finally came together. But I am not afraid. I will use facts to tell them that the generation gap in weapons and knowledge cannot be made up by numbers and low-level sequencers. Besides, I have my subordinates. As for the high-end ones, haha, have they forgotten who I am?"

"On September 23, I lost contact with the ship that was searching for the 'Forsaken Land'. I should consider inventing a wireless telegraph. I hope it won't be affected by the storm."

"September 24th. Miss Ithaca is more charming than Mrs. Fronal. Perhaps I am just missing my youth."

Because it was a copied copy, due to the complexity of Chinese characters, the size of each character was magnified a lot, so there was not much content on each page. In fact, for the sake of preservation and research, the back was blank. But even so, Klein was still excited when he read it, especially Emperor Roselle's description of the key to the potion, which made him feel ecstatic as if he had found the "solution" and mastered a priceless secret.

"Perhaps this will be the guiding light for my future as a Beyonder!"

"Well, the three pages of manuscripts are diaries from different periods. It can be seen that Emperor Roselle has the habit of only writing the year at the beginning of the year. It is currently impossible to determine which year the two pages in November and September belong to..."

"Who is this poor fellow he found?"

"What do digestion and role-playing mean exactly?"

"Where is the God-forsaken Land?"

…

Questions and surprises boiled in Klein's heart, making him want to collect all of Emperor Roselle's diaries immediately and read them from beginning to end!

"Klein?" At this moment, Old Neil on the opposite side spoke in confusion.

Klein woke up suddenly and quickly hid his smile:

“I thought I would be the most special one and wanted to try to decipher and interpret it.”

"You are such a young man." Old Neil nodded, "I also used to think that I was the most special one."

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

"Are these the only ones we have?"

I want to see more of Emperor Roselle's diary!

"You think there will be many?" Old Neil stroked the manuscript, his wrinkles sneered deeply, "There are not many events involving extraordinary and mysterious things every year. Alas, it is mainly because those extraordinary species are gradually dying out in our northern continent. Without them, there are no more magic potions, so there are fewer and fewer extraordinary people. Alas, in the past few hundred years, dragons, giants and elves have become records in books, and even the sea people no longer appear near the coast."

Hearing this, Klein suddenly remembered a joke and laughed:

"I think it's time to establish the 'Dragon and Giant Protection Society'."

Old Neil looked confused and it took him a long time to understand what it meant. After he figured it out, he patted the table and laughed happily, which was not gentlemanly:

"Haha, Klein, you are such a humorous person. This is our tradition in the Kingdom of Loen. It's not wrong for young people to have a sense of humor. I think we can't be too narrow-minded. How can there be only dragons and giants? It should be called the 'Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures'."

“No, no, no, how could we forget those poor plants?” Klein shook his head.

At this point, he and Old Neil looked at each other and said in unison:

"Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them laughed in tacit understanding, and the awkward atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.

"There are fewer and fewer interesting young people like you... Where was I just now?" Old Neil smiled with wrinkles on his face, "I remember that there are not many extraordinary and mysterious events every year, and the idiots who worship Emperor Roselle are a minority among the minorities. It is very good that we can get three manuscripts... Well, other cathedrals or dioceses should have more..."

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

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

"A revolver." Klein answered according to the actual situation.

"Okay, I'll get it out. Uh, do you have an underarm gun bag? As a gentleman, you can't let your waist and below bulge out in public." Old Neil made a joke that all men understand.

“Oh, no. Do I need to ask the captain to write it down?” Klein smiled in agreement.

Old Neil stood up and said:

"No, just record it. This is a 'supporting item'. Repeat after me, 'supporting item'."

"You used to be a teacher?" Klein asked with a smile.

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

There doesn't seem to be much difference between Extraordinary people and ordinary people... Klein muttered silently and cast his gaze on the three pages of the diary on the table.

Emperor Roselle did touch upon the mysterious realm...

His diary is priceless...

To others, it is just a piece of waste paper, and no one knows when it can be deciphered. But to me, it is a treasure!

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

Gotta find more...

Klein's thoughts were in turmoil, and he could not calm down until Old Neil came out from the inner room and closed the iron door.

"Ten demon hunting bullets, thirty pistol bullets, a cowhide underarm gun bag, and a badge of the Seventh Team of the Special Operations Department. Count them, try them, and sign the record book." Old Neil put the items in his hand on the table.

The pistol bullets were packed in a cardboard box, divided into three layers and arranged neatly. They were the same yellow and slightly slender bullets as the ones in Klein's house.

The "demon hunting bullets" are placed in a small iron box, which is the same shape as normal pistol bullets, but has a silvery-white appearance. A closer look reveals complex and dazzling patterns, and there is even a small holy emblem of "a red half-moon on a black background with stars" engraved on the bottom.

The cowhide gun bag feels solid, and the strap has a buckle. The badge next to it is half the size of a palm, with an iron background and the words "Ahowa County Police Department" and "Special Operations Department Team 7" inlaid in silver. They form two nearly closed circles, surrounding the "crossed swords surrounding a crown" logo.

"It's a pity that it's not the Nighthawk's badge." Klein said half with emotion and half with tentativeness.

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

After taking off his coat, Klein took great effort to buckle the gun bag tightly under his left armpit.

"Not bad." He didn't take it off and put on his formal suit directly.

Old Neil took a look and nodded with satisfaction:

"It's very suitable. My vision is still so accurate."

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

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly felt annoyed and slapped his forehead:

"I forgot to inquire about more sequences and potions. It's all because of Emperor Roselle's diary..."

He still didn't know what the starting sequence of the complete 'path' mastered by the Church of the Evernight Goddess was, which was Sequence 9.

Roshan seemed to have mentioned... the sleepless? Just as Klein slowly walked towards the stairs, a figure came down.

He was wearing tight trousers that were convenient for movement, and his white shirt was not tucked in. He had a distinct poetic and romantic temperament. He was the black-haired, green-eyed police officer who had searched Klein's house before. The two had met upstairs just now, but they didn't speak.

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

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

“No need. I’m very impressed by you.” The young Nighthawk extended his right hand and said, “Leonard Mitchell, Sequence 8 ‘Midnight Poet’.”

Sequence 8... He is truly a poet... Klein shook his hand lightly and asked with a smile:

"Impressed by me?"

Leonard Mitchell's green eyes were deep, and he replied with a faint smile:

"You have a special aura."

...gay among gays... Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a smile: "I don't think so myself."

"You encountered such an incident and did not accept our protection immediately, but you are still alive. This is special enough." Leonard pointed to the front. "I have to replace the captain. See you tomorrow."

“See you tomorrow.” Klein stepped aside to make way.

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

"Did you see anything..."

…

"Sure enough, there is nothing special about him..."