Chapter 81

"A mission must be completed independently to be a full member?" Klein was stunned and said, "However, we may not be able to have a mission once a week, and it may not be easy."

Doesn't this mean that it will take me almost a month or two to officially become a night watchman before I can get a promotion and a raise...

Old Neil sniffed the coffee and glanced at him:

"This is just a ceremony between the night watchers. After all, we are at the forefront of fighting against extraordinary dangers, and we definitely don't want our teammates to be children who need to be taken care of all the time, and this does not affect your salary as a regular member and the corresponding rights. , to perform the necessary obligations.”

It turned out to be a ceremony to gain the approval of other Nighthawks... But, Mr. Neil, why do you stress that it doesn't affect my salary as a full member... Am I being so obvious? Klein touched his face, smiled awkwardly, and turned to ask:

"Does it have to be a mission of extraordinary nature?"

"It should have been like this, but you did really well yesterday, and you skillfully killed a Beyonder of at least Sequence 8. I think Frye, Luo Yao and the others should have recognized you, so Dunn may just assign An ordinary task." Old Neil exclaimed suddenly, "Double the salary, I will never encounter something like this again in my life."

Klein laughed twice and took the initiative to mention his own sequence pathway:

"Mr. Neil, do you think the Sequence 8 corresponding to 'Fortuneteller' is 'Joker' real?"

In fact, recalling the description on the confidential information, it is quite consistent:

A "professional" good at skill-based fighting...

"I can't give you a guarantee, but I think this may be very big. First of all, it is consistent with the records in the data, and is characterized by agile movements and skill-based fighting. Second, other sequence pathways have similar situations, you know. What is the name of the Sequence 8 corresponding to 'Secret Peek'?" Old Neil asked with a smile.

"I don't know, there is no information on the church." Klein shook his head calmly.

Old Neil said:

"I am acquaintances with the two old guys from 'Mechanical Heart', and they mentioned it in a joking tone. The name of the Sequence 8 potion corresponding to 'Secret Peek' is Fighting Scholar, have you heard, Fighting Scholar, Goddess? , I don't like fighting at all, it doesn't fit the image of a 'secret spy' at all!"

"It's understandable... 'Secret peeps' are seeking the secrets behind things, and fighting is also a type of thing." Klein thought for a while.

"Okay, don't waste time, continue the mysticism course, you still have a lot of ritual magic to master, and you must really learn how to make spells and amulets." Old Neil made the coffee by hand.

"Okay." Klein sat down and planned today's time in his mind:

In the morning, study mysticism, read various historical materials, and submit reimbursement applications. After lunch, go to the shooting club to practice. Then go to the Deville Library in Jinwutong District to see if you can borrow the academic related to the main peak of Honages. Monographs and corresponding journals, after all this is done, if there is still time, go to the divination club and sit for a while, "acting" can't be relaxed in the slightest.

After the application was approved and the fee was received, I bought a formal suit on the way home.

Well, I will apply for materials tomorrow morning and try to make amulets for Melissa and Benson to avoid disaster.

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Inside an elegantly decorated dining room with hanging chandeliers.

Several friends were congratulating Joyce Meyer for his escape and his return to Tingen.

"We've all seen the newspapers, just the description in words makes people feel scared." A man with a short beard under his chin sighed, "Joyce, it's hard to believe that you have experienced such a thing, suffered from After such an ordeal, cheers, the doom is gone, the sun shines on us, and the steam is above."

Joyce and his fiancee Anna raised their glasses at the same time,

Touched it up with friends and drank the little champagne left in it in one gulp.

"Anna is really worried these days, I suspect she's crying every night, and when I invite her for afternoon tea, she's always distracted, luckily you're back at last, otherwise I doubt she would Die like this." A young lady with brown hair looked at Anna and said to Joyce, who had a small, lovely nose.

"If something similar happened to Anna, I would do the same, even more gaffe." Joyce with a hook nose looked at the fiancée next to her tenderly.

Anna is not used to showing her feelings in front of others, so she glanced at the other side of the long table and said:

"Bogda, why do you keep your head down? I can sense that you are in a bad mood."

The young lady with a small nose replied instead:

"Bogda was ill, and the physician told him that there was a major problem with his liver, and medication could only reduce the pain, not a real cure, and a surgery had to be done."

"Lord, when did this happen?" Anna and Joyce asked in surprise and concern.

Bogda was a young man with very short, light hair. His face was yellow, and his usual shrewd red eyes were darkened.

"Because Joyce hasn't come back, I told Irene and the others not to tell you what happened last week." Bogda explained with a wry smile.

Joyce asked calmly:

"Have you thought about when to have the surgery?"

Bogda's expression changed a few times:

"No, I haven't made a decision yet, you know, those surgeons are literally butchers, and the people who do the surgery are the pieces of meat on the chopping board, and they are slaughtered at will! I've seen a lot of reports, they even take Axe for amputation! Lord, I doubt I will die on the operating table."

"However, if you delay any longer, maybe the surgery won't save you." The man with a short beard under his chin advised.

At this time, Anna suddenly interjected:

"Bogda, maybe you can consider doing a fortune-telling. If the fortune-telling shows that everything is going well, then operate as soon as possible. If the result of the fortune-telling is not good, look for other ways and follow the fortune-teller's prompts. I know a A real, magical fortune-teller, no, he should be called a fortune-teller, I think he can definitely help you."

"Really?" Bogda asked rhetorically with a look of obvious suspicion, and several of their other friends had a similar attitude.

"Really." Anna nodded without hesitation, "I asked him for a divination, divination about Joyce's condition, and then he told me, go home, your fiancé is waiting for you at home, I was the same as you at that time, My heart was full of doubts, but when I got home, I really saw Joyce, and he really came back!"

"I can attest to this." Joyce agreed.

He did not say that he came to ask for an interpretation of the dream, because the police told him that Triss had not been caught, so he had to hide this secret to avoid retaliation.

"Lord, this is unbelievable!"

"Is divination really that magical?"

...

In exclamations, Bogda pondered for a moment and said:

"Maybe I really should do a divination, Anna, Joyce, can you tell me the address and name of the fortuneteller?"

Anna breathed a sigh of relief:

"You made a wise choice."

"The fortune-teller is in the fortune-telling club in Howles."

"His name is Klein Moretti."

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Jinwutong District, in the Deville Library.

Klein used the letter of introduction included in the letter by his mentor to successfully apply for the loan card.

While looking at the small card in his hand, he asked several administrators:

"Do you have "Research on the Ancient Ruins of the Main Peak of Honages" here? Published by the Ruen People Press."

One of the administrators responded immediately:

"Please wait a moment, I'll look for it."

He turned his body, faced the drawers one by one, opened the one corresponding to the initials of "Honakis", and then turned out a few cards full of words according to a certain pattern.

After reading it carefully, he shook his head and said:

"Sorry, sir, we don't have this book in our collection."

"What a pity." Klein replied slightly disappointed.

It seems that I can only write to the Ruen People Press, or go back to Hoy University...

At the same time, he sighed to himself, lamenting that the libraries of this world are still managed in an ancient way.

You guys need a computer, but unfortunately I can't get out of the car... Klein laughed at himself and asked instead:

"Are there journals such as "New Archaeology" and "Archaeology Review"?"

"Yes." The administrator replied affirmatively, "Mr. just returned it before."

He flipped through the card again to find the corresponding card, and showed Klein the location of the bookshelf.

Klein came there, swiped through the issues, and pulled out a few books mentioned by the instructor.

Then, he casually found a seat by the window and sat down, reading the materials in the quiet library under the bright afternoon sun.

"...Ancient ruins exist not only on the main peak of the Hornages, but also widely in the woodlands, valleys and gentle slopes around the main peak..."

"...These ruins consist of towering domes and huge stone pillars, which can be intuitively described as 'magnificent'..."

"...The question is, how did the aborigines here mine and grind these stones? First of all, let's assume that they mine on the spot and don't need to transport them up the mountain..."

"...A strange rule is that the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the bigger the ruins are. Surprisingly, there are no ruins on the top of the mountain. According to our speculation, there should be a palace that is not like a human building, used for sacrifices. Temple..."

Unlike a palace built by humans...a temple used for sacrifice...could it be the one I saw in my dream? Klein was in many thoughts, and suddenly heard a few footsteps from far to near.

He looked up and saw a familiar face, one that often appeared in newspapers.

Square face, thick eyebrows, strong nose, short blonde hair, blue eyes, tight lips, all this belongs to a celebrity in Tingen, philanthropist, entrepreneur, owner of this library, Deville jazz.

Beside Deville was the middle-aged butler that Klein had met before.

Klein watched them pass by at a distance of ten meters, raised his right hand curiously in his heart, and tapped his eyebrows twice.