The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 21: An Old Friend In A Different World

At that moment, Klein even believed that he had moved back. However, an elegant gas lamp surrounded by a silver-plated brass and tin grille, where Old Neil stored his ground coffee, made him recognize the fact that he was.

The transmigrator, Emperor Roselle, is really my compatriot? He uses Chinese Simplified—which does not exist in this world—to record secrets? With an indescribable feeling of identifying an old friend in a different world, Klein quickly read three pages.

"november 18th. Really interesting problem. The blue sky experiment and the chance mistake made me find a miserable person who got lost and trapped in the pitch darkness in the middle of the storm. He could only approach the reality of this world on a full moon day; however, he was unable to send out his cries. He's lucky to have met me, the protagonist of this era."

"After reading the paragraph I wrote above, I suddenly felt a little sad. Even in Mandarin I was written like a translation. Four decades have passed in an instant. My past memories feel more like a dream."

"1184, January 1. At the magnificent New Year's Gala, Lady Florena is absolutely magnificent."

"2 January. All my diplomats are idiots!"

"3 January. I made a hasty choice at the time. Come to think of it, I should have chosen Apprentice, the Seer, or the Bandit. Unfortunately, there's no way to repeat it."

"4 January. Why are my kids so stupid? I've repeated it many times. Don't be fooled by these fraudsters! The main thing about potions is not about catching them, but digesting them! It's not about the power of tapping, but acting! And the name of the herb is not only symbolic at its core, but a concrete description, and a 'key' of digestion!"

"september 9th. An alliance against me has been formed. Feysac from the north, Loen from the east, Feynapotter from the south. My enemies have finally joined forces, but I am not afraid.I will use the facts to teach them that the generation of weapons and knowledge cannot be compensated only by numbers and low-level Sequencers. Besides, that doesn't mean I don't have any subordinates. As for the higher levels, heh heh. Have they forgotten who I am? "

"September 23. I lost communication with the ship that was looking for the Left Land of the Gods. I should consider creating a wireless telegraph. I hope it won't be affected by the storm."

"September 24th. Miss Ithaca is more charming than Miss Florena. Maybe, I'm just nostalgic for my youth."

Due to the complexity of the characters in Simplified Chinese, the fonts are slightly larger than usual, which leads to less content on each page. Furthermore, for preservation and research purposes, the back of each page is left blank. But even so, Klein still felt a sense of emotional turmoil as he read the diary. In particular, Emperor Roselle's description of the potion core made her feel like she was finding a path to a solution. He was happy to have learned such a priceless secret.

Perhaps, this will be a beacon for my future path as a Beyonder! Well, those three pages belonged to entries at different times. It seems that Emperor Roselle only wrote the year on the first entry of each year. It cannot be determined what year the two pages with September and November belong to.. Who is the pathetic person he found?

What exactly does "digesting" and "acting" mean"?

Where is the Land Abandoned by the Gods? …

These questions bubbled up in Klein's head. It made him excited to immediately gather all the diaries of Emperor Roselle and read them from front to back!

"Klin?" At that moment, Old Neil asked puzzledly opposite him.

Klein gasped awake as he hurriedly covered her with laughter. "i thought I would be the most special.I tried to decipher and interpret it."

"You're really young." Old Neil nodded, laughing. "i once believed that I was also the most special."

Klein flipped through the three pages in his hand and after confirming that he had not missed anything, he handed it to Old Neil and mindlessly asked, "Do we only have a few of these pages?"

I want to see more of Emperor Roselle's diary! "Do you think there will be many?" Old Neil stroked the script as his frown deepened from his scorn. "There aren't many incidents a year involving Beyonders and mysteries to begin with. Sigh, the main reason is the gradual extinction of an extraordinary species in our Northern Continent. Without them, there would not be many potions, causing the number of Beyonders to decrease over time. Huh, over the past few centuries, dragons, giants, and elves have become simple records in books. Even the sea people are no longer visible near the coastal waters."

After hearing this, Klein suddenly thought of a meme. He immediately said with a smile, "i think it's time to establish the Dragon and Giant Protection Association."

Old Neil looked puzzled when he heard that. It took him a long time to understand what he meant. After figuring out the meaning, he knocked on the table and laughed out loud in a not-so-polite manner.

"Haha, Klein, you're really funny. This is our Loen Kingdom tradition. It's good that young people have a sense of humor. I believe we shouldn't be too narrow in scope. Why do we only protect dragons and giants? ? It was supposed to be called the Fantastic Beast Protection Association."

"No, no, no. How can we forget that poor plant?" Klein shook his head.

They exchanged glances and exclaimed in unison: "Fantastic Organism Protection Association!"

Both of them laughed silently. The awkwardness and unfamiliarity of the atmosphere between them disappeared significantly.

"There are fewer attractive young people like you these days...Where am I?" Old Neil's wrinkle covered a smile as he said, "I remember. There aren't many incidents in a year involving Beyonders and mysteries to begin with. The retards who adored Emperor Roselle were a minority of the minority. It's good enough that we can get three scripts. Well, the cathedral or other major dioceses may have several…"

After muttering a few words, he took the approval note Klein had placed on the table earlier and looked at it.

"Is it a pistol bullet, a rifle bullet, or a vapor-pressure bullet?"

"It's a gun" Klein replied honestly.

"alright. I'll take it. Ahem, do you have underarm gloves? As a man, we can't let you have something protruding under your waist in public." Old Neil made a joke that everyone understood.

"Heh, no. Do I need to ask the Captain to enter it?" Klein smiled cooperatively.

Old Neil stood up and said, "No need. I just need to make a note. It's an accessory item. Repeat after me: accessory item."

"i spent some time in Church Sunday school and school for free." Old Neil waved the note and pulled out the key from the drawer. He then opened the iron door leading to the inner room.

Beyonders did not seem to be much different from commoners .. Klein muttered silently before setting his eyes on the table where the three pages of the diary were located.

Emperor Roselle was indeed involved in the realm of mysteries…

His diary was very valuable.For others, it was just a scrap of scrap paper. It is unknown when they will be deciphered, but they are a precious treasure to me! I wonder where the remaining parts of the diary are…

I had to think of a way to get more .. Klein's mind went through an upheaval because he could barely calm down. This continued until Old Neil came out and closed the iron door.

"Ten demon hunter bullets, thirty revolver bullets. Cowhide underarm gloves, and Seventh Unit, Special Operations Department badges. Count and try. Remember to sign the notebook." Old Neil put those things on the table.

The revolver bullets were neatly arranged in a paper box divided into three layers. The bullet glittered with a yellow luster like a bullet in the house, but it looked narrower.

As for the demon hunter's bullets, they were stored inside a small iron box. The shape is identical to a regular revolver bullet, but the surface is silver in color. On a more thorough examination, there was a complicated and dazzling pattern with a small Holy Emblem—a star-dotted black background and a half red moon— engraved on the bottom.

Cow leather gloves feel sturdy and come with belts and buckles. Beside him was a badge half the size of a palm. It had a metal background with "Awwa County Police Department and Seventh Unit, Special Operations Department" inscribed in silver text. They formed almost two closed circles and surrounded the police emblem "two crossed swords and a crown".

"Unfortunately, it's not a Nighthawks badge," Klein said half-sadly and half-wondering.

Old Neil smiled and urged Klein to test his scabbard.

After taking off his jacket, Klein tried hard to tighten the sheath, which hung near his left armpit.

"Not bad." He's wearing his jacket again.

Old Neil assessed him and nodded in satisfaction.

"That suits you. My judgment is as accurate as usual."

After stuffing the other items into his pocket and signing the notebook, Klein had a short, casual conversation with Old Neil before leaving.

Halfway through, he suddenly slapped his own forehead.

"I forgot to learn more about Sequence and potions. It's all the wrong diary of Emperor Roselle…"

At this point, he was still unaware of what the first Order of the complete path the Church of the Goddess Overnight possessed. All he knew was that it started with Order 9.

Rozanne apparently mentioned something... The Sleepless? As Klein slowly walked towards the stairs, someone descended.

He was wearing tight pants that made easy movements. His white shirt was not tucked in, and he had the romantic temperament of a poet. He was none other than the black-haired, green-eyed police inspector who had previously come to look for Klein's place. They had met upstairs before, but they did not exchange words.

"Good day" said Nighthawk, who was like a young poet, smiling.

"Good day. I don't think I should introduce myself?" klein replied funny.

"no need. I have a deep impression on you." The young Nighthawk reached out his right hand and said, "Leonard Mitchell. The Midnight Poet Sequence 8."

Sequence 8.. He was truly a poet.. Klein smilingly shook his hand as he returned with a question, "You have a deep impression of me?"

Leonard Mitchell's green eyes were deep as he replied with a very thin smile. "You have a special disposition."

He felt and sounded very gay.The corner of Klein's mouth moved slightly as he barely said with a smile, "I don't think so myself."

"After such an accident, you stay alive despite not receiving our protection immediately. That makes you pretty special." Leonard pointed forward. "I must replace the Captain. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Klein turned around to make way for Nighthawk.

As he walked to the end of the stairs, Leonard Mitchell suddenly turned around and stared at the stone-lined ground illuminated by the yellow sunset. He muttered into the air softly, "Did you manage to notice something …"

…

"Indeed, there's nothing special about him …"