MTL - Lord of the Mysteries-Chapter 9 notes

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After taking a break for half an hour, Zhou Mingrui, who thought that Klein had been slowed down, found that he had four black dots on his right hand back, which formed a small square.

These four black spots faded from deep and disappeared quickly, but Klein knew that they were still hiding in their bodies, waiting to wake up.

"Four points, square, is it the correspondence of four staple foods in four corners? I don't need to prepare the staple food anymore, can I go directly to the pace and the mantra?" Klein had a guess.

This may seem good, but it’s a bit more interesting, and the “things” that lack understanding are always frightening.

I think that the inexplicable technique on the earth can produce effects here, and then think of the strange crossing in my sleep, and then think of the mysterious, psychedelic, and do not know what the gray world is, and then think of the "ritual" in the surrounding It was so close to the mad whisper that Klein couldn’t help but shudder and shuddered in the hot weather at the end of June.

He once heard a saying: "The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown." Now, he has deeply realized the fear from unknown.

Unprecedented, unstoppable, he raised the urge to touch the mysterious field, learn more, break the unknown, and have the idea of ​​burying his head and pretending that nothing has happened.

The sun was shining outside the window, and a layer of "golden powder" was placed on the desk. Klein stared at it as if touching a touch of warmth and hope.

He relaxed a little, and immediately felt the raging exhaustion of the tide.

Last night's sleeplessness, the consumption just now made his eyelids heavy like lead white, and could not stop hanging down.

Shaking his head, Klein reached out and held the edge of the table. He refused to pack the rye bread placed on the corners. He walked to the bed and just lie down and touched the pillow. He fell asleep.

Hey! Hey!

Hunger awakened Klein, and he opened his eyes, and he was refreshed.

"There is a bit of pain in addition to the head." He rubbed his forehead and rolled over to sit up and felt that he could now eat a whole cow.

As he straightened the folds of his clothes, he returned to the desk and picked up the silver-and-white pocket watch with a vine pattern.

Snapped!

The lid pops open and the second hand ticks away.

"At half past twelve, I slept for more than three hours..." Klein swallowed and put the pocket watch in the linen shirt pocket.

In the Northern Continent, the day is also divided into twenty-four hours, sixty minutes per hour, sixty seconds per minute. As for the length of each second and the earth is the same, Klein is not known.

For him, at this moment, even the words such as occultism, ritual, and foggy world cannot enter the mind. The most important thing at present is food and food!

When you are full, you can find a way! Can do things!

Without hesitation, Klein took the rye bread from the four corners back and bounced off a little bit of dust. He planned to take one of them as a staple food for noon.

Because the hometown has the custom of offering food after the sacrifice, and the four rye breads don't seem to change any more. With only five pennies left in his pocket, he feels that he still has to work hard to save a little.

Of course, this also has the subtle influence of the original main memory fragments and living habits.

Because the gas is too expensive, it is very distressing to use in lighting. He moved out of the stove and added some coal. Klein paced back and forth, waiting for the water to open.

The kind of rye bread, you will eat it when you eat it!

"Hey, do you want to have dark bread in the morning, black bread at noon, and meat in the evening... No, if Melissa is thinking about my upcoming interview, I can only eat two meats a week..." Klein, who couldn’t think of serious problems with hunger, looked around.

Thinking of the pound of lamb, his eyes looking at the cupboard seemed a bit green.

"No, no, I have to wait for Melissa to eat." Klein shook his head sharply, denying the idea of ​​cutting the first half.

As a single dog drifting in a big city, although he mainly eats food, the basic cooking skills are still tempered, and it is not good enough, but it is enough.

Turning around the body, Klein intended not to see the net, just then, he suddenly remembered that in addition to buying meat in the morning, he also bought tender peas and bought potatoes!

potato! Kline was instantly inspired, twisted back in a whirlwind, rushed to the cupboard, and took out two of the few potatoes.

He went to the common bathroom to clean the skin of the potatoes, then placed them directly into the pot and cooked them with water.

After a while, he took the spice box out of the cupboard, uncovered the lid, and sprinkled a little yellowish and coarse salt into the water.

Waiting patiently for a few minutes, Klein lifted the kettle, poured the soup without the soup into a few cups, poured it into a large bowl, and finally forked the two potatoes and placed them on the table.

call!

He peeled a little skin and blew his hand to the hand. The scent of cooked potatoes spread a little bit, and the appetite was hooked.

The saliva was secretly secreted, and Klein refused to peel only half of it. He refused to take the potatoes and burned them.

powder! Fragrant! The back is sweet! Klein's heart was full of emotions, devour the two potatoes, and even ate some skin.

It wasn't until this time that he picked up the big bowl and sipped the mouth of the soup. The faint salty taste washed away the hair dryer.

"When I was young, I loved it so much..." Klein, who had padded his stomach, silently groaned and cut off the rye bread and soaked it with "soup."

Perhaps the previous "ceremony" was too expensive, he ate two full, a whole pound.

Drinking "soup" and tidy up, Klein feels that he has lived completely, and has experienced the joy of being born and enjoying the splendour of the sun.

He sat back at his desk and began to think about what he should do next.

"You can't escape. You have to find a way to touch the mysterious field and become the extraordinary person in the mouth of 'justice' and 'downside down'."

"To overcome the fear caused by the unknown."

“The only way to do this is to wait for the next ‘party’ to see if you can hear the recipe for the ‘spectator’ potion, or other mystery.”

"There are still four days until Monday. Before that, I have to face up to the problem of the original owner. Why did he commit suicide? What happened to him..."

Can't cross back, Klein, who took the pat on the butt, took the open note and tried to flip through the clues to see if he could fill the broken pieces of memory.

Obviously, the original owner has the habit of taking notes, and also has the hobby of taking notes as a diary.

Klein clearly knew that the cabinet that served as the right leg of the desk was full of finished notebooks.

This book was used from May 10th. The front part is mostly related to the school, involving the tutor, and the content related to knowledge:

"On May 12, Mr. Azick mentioned that the lingua franca of the Southland dynasty empire also originated from the ancient Fossic, which is a branch of the giant language. Why is this? Is it true that all spiritual creatures have used it? The same language, no, this must be wrong, even in the records of The Revelation of the Night and The Book of the Storm, in an era older than the ancients, the giant is not the only lord of the continent, and the elves There are also different species, and dragons, okay, this is just a legend, just a myth."

......

"On May 16, Cohen's senior associate professor and Mr. Azke discussed the inevitability of the steam era. Mr. Azke thinks this is accidental. If it is not the sudden emergence of Russell the Great, perhaps the Northland is still cold like the South China. In the era of weapons, the instructor thought that he emphasized the role of the individual too much. He believed that with the development of the times, there was no Russell the Great, and Robert the Great. In short, the steam era might be late, but it will definitely come. I only feel that it doesn't make sense. I prefer to discover new things and restore them to the misty history. Maybe, I shouldn't read the history department, I should read the archaeological department."

......

"On May 29, Welch found me and said that I got a note from the fourth era. My goddess, Quaternary notes! He didn't want to ask the students of the archaeological department, would like to ask me and Naya to help. Interpretation of the contents of the record, how can I refuse this kind of thing? Of course, I have to arrange after the graduation reply, at this time, I can not be distracted."

Seeing this, Klein's spirit is alive. Compared with the previous reading notes and conceptual arguments, the new "Quaternary" notes are more likely to lead to the suicide of the original Lord.

The Quaternary is the era before the "Black Iron Age". The history of it is full of fog, many defects, even the unearthed mausoleums, ancient cities and literature are few and far, historians and archaeologists can only With the help of the fascinating and faith-based theological texts of the seven churches, they can barely piece together a "original appearance" and know the existence of the Solomon Empire, the Tudor dynasty, and the Truncost Empire.

Klein, who is determined to break the fog and restore history, has no interest in the "pre-three-class" of the myths and legends. He only cares about the Quaternary, also known as the "age of the gods".

"Oh, such a trip, the original owner looked at the interview, worried about future employment, in fact, no need..." Klein could not help but sigh.

At present, the university is still very rare. The vast majority of students are aristocratic children and wealthy children. As long as civilians enter, even if they are discriminated against because of their identity, they are not included in other people’s social circles, but as long as they are not extreme, they rely on group discussions and group activities. Waiting for things, you can still get a certain network of resources, quite precious resources!

For example, Welch McGovern is the son of a banker in Constance, a county in the Kingdom of Rou, who is a man of great enthusiasm, and he is very generous because he has been working in a small group for a long time. Habitually ask them for help.

Without much thought, Klein continued to read the notes:

"June 18, graduated. No, my Hoy University!"

"On June 19, I saw the note. After comparison of structure, roots, etc., I found it to be a variant of the ancient Fossic. More precisely, in the history of more than a thousand years, Gufsack The language has always been subtly changing."

“On June 20th, we read the first page of the content, the author is a member of the family called ‘Antigonus’.”

"On June 21, he mentioned the 'black emperor'. This is completely contradictory to the era derived from the previous content. Is the opinion of the instructor wrong? Is the 'black emperor' a common title for every emperor of the Solomon Empire?"

"On June 22nd, this family called 'Antigonus' seemed to have a prominent position in the Solomon Empire, and the owner of the note mentioned that he was engaged in a secret transaction with someone called Tutu. dynasty?"

"On June 23, I controlled myself not to think about the notes, not to Welch, I have to prepare for the interview! This is very important!"

"On June 24, Naya told me that they had a new harvest, I think I should go and have a look."

"On June 25th, from the newly interpreted content, the owner of the note accepted a mission to the main peak of the 'Honakis' mountain range, to visit the 'night country' at the top, my goddess, Hornage The main peak of the Sierra Mountains is more than six kilometers. How can there be a country? What do they depend on!"

"On June 26, are these strange things true?"

At this point, the notes are over, and Zhou Mingrui passed through in the early hours of June 28.

"That is, the notes on June 27 actually have that one sentence... 'Everyone will die, including me'..." Klein turned to the page he first saw, making a slightly horrible judgment.

He felt that to solve the mystery of the original suicide, he should go to Welch and take a look at the contents of the ancient notes, but he has a rich experience in novels, movies, and TV dramas. He feels that if he goes, if things It’s true that most of them will encounter unknown dangers – those who know that the castle has ghosts and still die is a warning record!

If you don't go, you can't do it. You can't solve the problem forever, it will only make things get bigger and bigger, until the breakwater comes, completely drowning yourself!

Call the police? I can’t say that I committed suicide...

Boom!

Hey!

There was a sudden and powerful knock on the door.

Klein sat up straight and listened.

Boom!

Hey!

The knock on the door echoed in the empty floor aisle.