Chapter 98 Mr. Azik

Facing his sister's question, Klein could only smile bitterly:

"Muscle ache."

He originally thought that by taking the sequence potion and becoming an Extraordinary, his physical fitness would be improved more or less, but the cruel facts told him that the skills of a "diver" were all based on spirituality, spirit, intuition, and interpretation. , it does not allow him to adapt to combat training quickly.

However, the original owner has been focusing on reading for many years and has been malnourished for many years, so his physical fitness has always been at a low-medium level. Today, such "sequelae" can only be said to be quite normal.

"Muscle soreness? I remember you came back after dinner last night and didn't do anything else... Could alcohol make your muscles sore?" Melissa asked inquisitively.

Could it be that alcohol can make your muscles sore... Sister, what you're asking is... It's really confusing to ask... Klein laughed dryly:

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

"Fighting?" Melissa was even more surprised.

Klein quickly organized the language and said:

"That's it, I take into account, I don't think, as a history and heritage consultant for a security company, I can't be in the office forever, in the dock warehouse, maybe there will come a day when I need to be with them Going to the countryside, going to the ancient castle, going to the first place to obtain cultural relics, you will climb mountains, cross rivers, walk many, many roads, and accept various tests of nature, so you must have a healthy body.”

"So you joined fighting training to improve your physique?" Melissa understood what her brother meant.

"Yes." Klein answered in the affirmative.

Melissa frowned slightly and said:

"But it's not a gentleman anymore... Haven't you always held yourself to the standards of a professor? A professor just needs to read the literature, think about difficult problems, and be gentle and graceful."

"Of course, I'm not saying it's bad, I like men who can solve problems on their own, whether they use their muscles or their brains."

Klein smiled and said:

"No, no, no, Melissa, there is a certain misunderstanding in your definition of a professor. A real professor can not only communicate with people in a gentle way, but also can lift a cane and persuade each other in a physical way when there is an obstacle to communication. ."

"Physical methods..." Melissa didn't react immediately, but she quickly understood what her brother wanted to express, and she couldn't find a language to refute.

Klein didn't say anything more, moved his legs with difficulty, and moved to the bathroom.

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

"need my help?"

She gave a gesture of support.

"No, I don't need it. I had some elements of performance just now." Klein felt insulted, he straightened his back suddenly, and walked normally.

Watching her brother walk steadily into the bathroom and close the door, Melissa pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice:

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

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

"Pain, pain, pain..." He held his breath, tense his body, and slowed down for seven or eight seconds.

It was not until he went downstairs with difficulty, finished breakfast, and watched Benson and Melissa go out, that he felt that the pain was no longer so terrible.

After resting for a while, Klein took his cane, put on his top hat, and walked out slowly towards the station of the public carriage.

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During the summer vacation, Hoy University is full of green trees, prosperous flowers and birds, peaceful and quiet.

After walking along the river for a while, Klein turned into the road leading to the History Department, found the old three-story graystone building, and found the office of his mentor, Cohen Quentin.

He knocked on the door and entered,

I was surprised to see the teacher Azik sitting in the position of the teacher.

"Good morning, Mr. Azik, where is my mentor? We made an appointment to meet at ten in the letter." Klein asked suspiciously.

Cohen Quentin's friend, Azik, a faculty member who often quarrelled with him over academic issues, laughed:

"Cohen had an impromptu meeting and went to Tingen University. Let me wait for you here."

He has bronze skin, a medium build, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and there is always an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, and there is a small mole hidden under his right ear that cannot be found if you look carefully.

After saying the reason, Azik frowned suddenly and looked at Klein carefully.

"Is there anything rude about me?" Klein looked at his clothes blankly:

Tuxedos, black vests, white shirts, black bow ties, dark trousers, leather boots without buttons... it's normal...

Azik stretched his brows and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I just suddenly found that you are much more energetic than before, and you are more like a gentleman."

"Thank you for your compliment." Klein accepted it calmly, and then asked, "Mr. Azik, did the tutor find the "Research on the Ancient Relics of the Main Peak of Hornakis" in the school library?"

"I found it, with my help." Azik said with a soft smile, then opened the drawer and took out a book with a gray cover, "You are no longer a student at Hoy University, you can only be here Look, you can't take it away."

"Okay." Klein accepted the academic monograph with a hint of fear in his joy.

The design of this book is completely in line with the current fashion trend. The front and back cover are made of hard paper, and the patterns are pictures, which make up the abstract appearance of the main peak of Hornages.

Klein glanced at it, found a place to sit down, opened the book, and read it carefully line by line.

He was fascinated by the sight, and suddenly found that there was an extra cup of coffee in hand, with a mellow and rich aroma.

"Add sugar and milk yourself." Azik put down the small silver plate and pointed to the milk can and sugar cube box.

"Thank you." Klein nodded gratefully.

He casually added three sugar cubes and a spoon of milk, and continued to read without knowing the taste.

The book "Research on the Ancient Ruins of the Main Peak of Hornakis" is not thick. When it was near noon, Klein finished reading it and grasped a few points to pay attention to:

"1. The biological settlements in the main peak of Hornakis and the surrounding area have clearly formed civilization, and there is an ancient country."

"Second, from the murals, their appearance is no different from that of humans, and they can be regarded as humans at first."

"Three, they revere and fear the night, and thus personify a god to believe in, calling this god the master of the night and the mother of the sky."

"Fourth, the strangest thing is that no tombs of this country have been found in the whole area, giving a strange illusion that their inhabitants do not need to be buried, and may not even die, which contradicts the content of the mural reaction, In the murals, the people of this country believe that death is not the end, and that the dead relatives will protect themselves in the dark night, so they will leave the dead relatives at home, on the bed, on the pillow, for three full days. "

"After that, the murals stop here, and do not involve the part of the burial."

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

"The mother of the sky, the mother of the sky, is a very high-level title, and the ruler of the night obviously overlaps with the goddess of the night... Is this the source of the contradiction?"

"In the ancient ruins on the main peak of Hornages and the surrounding area, all the displays and furnishings are well preserved, and the murals have no signs of damage. Before they were discovered, it seemed that there was no disturbance here... There are dinner plates on the table. , There are dry rot marks on the dinner plate... In some rooms, there is half a bottle of wine that has almost turned into clear water..."

"What about the people of this country? They seem to have left their homes in a hurry, leaving nothing to do, and never returning."

"It's even more strange when you think of the fact that there are no tombs."

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

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

It was a black-and-white photo taken by John Joseph with the new camera on his third trip to the main peak of Honages.

In the photo, the palace is majestic, the walls are collapsed, the weeds are overgrown, and the style is mainly grand.

When he turned to this photo just now, Klein instantly remembered the palace he saw in his dream:

The styles of the two tend to be the same, except that the one that I dreamed of is located on the top of the peak, which is more magnificent, and there is a huge seat that does not belong to human beings at the top, and there are countless transparent maggots hugging and squirming slowly.

It can be confirmed that my dream is related to the ancient ruins on the main peak of Hornakis... It should be the Kingdom of Night mentioned in the Antigonus family notes... Klein nodded faintly and closed the books.

At this time, Azik sat opposite him, touched the inconspicuous black mole under his right ear, and said:

"How is it? Is there any gain?"

"There are quite a few, you see, I took many pages of notes." Klein pointed at the table and smiled.

"I don't understand why you are suddenly interested in this matter." Azik sighed casually and turned to say, "Klein, when I was studying in Backlund, I came into contact with some divination. There is a certain amount of research in this area, um, I found that your destiny is incongruous."

What? Divination? Talk to me about divination? As a Diviner, Klein looked at the teacher of Azik opposite with a smile and said:

"What's wrong?"

Azik thought for a while and said:

"In the past two months, have you often encountered coincidences?"

"A coincidence?" Because of Mr. Ards' favor, Klein did not resist the other party's question, and subconsciously began to recall:

It is a coincidence that the most obvious thing is that when hunting down the kidnappers, they found clues to the Antigonus family notebooks that had been missing for several days across from the room where they were hiding.

Also, Riel Bieber hurriedly found a place to digest the power given by the notes before he escaped from Tingen, so that the sealed artifact "2-049" could easily track his whereabouts, which is a bit against common sense... Although Mr. Al Hasson explained it well, I always feel that there are some coincidences...

Well, after Selena peeked at Hynas Vancent's secret spell, she endured until her birthday dinner to try it. It happened to be discovered by me, and it was a bit of a coincidence... Otherwise, Hynas Vancent would not have been like that. sudden death...

Klein thought about it for a few minutes and said:

"There are three, not too many, not too often, and there is no trace of other people's interference and guidance."

Azik nodded lightly and said:

"Emperor Roselle said that everyone will encounter a coincidence that is only once, and two times are also normal. Three times, you must think about what internal factors are leading."

"Can you see anything?" Klein asked tentatively.

Azik laughed, shook his head and replied:

"I can only see a little incongruity, nothing else, you know, I'm not really a fortune teller."

Doesn't that mean that he didn't say it... Mr. Azik is a bit strange... Pretending to be a god stick in front of me... Klein sighed and took advantage of the other party's chance to get up, squeezed his eyebrows, opened the Vision.

At first glance, Azik's aura was reflected in his eyes, and everything was normal.

It's a pity that I can only see the depths of the etheric body and the surface of the astral body from above the gray fog... Klein tapped his eyebrows, stood up, and thought leisurely.