Faced with her sister's problem, Klein could only smile bitterly:

“Muscle soreness.”

He originally thought that taking the sequence potion and becoming an extraordinary person would have more or less physical improvements, but the cruel facts told him that the skills of the "Divider" were based on spirituality, spirit, intuition and interpretation, and could not allow him to adapt to fighting training quickly.

The original owner has been focusing on studying for many years and has some malnutrition, which has kept his physical fitness at a moderate level. Today, such "sewages" can only be said to be quite normal.

"Muscle sore? I remember you came back after dinner last year and didn't do anything else... Can alcohol make you sore muscles?" Melissa asked in a tentative manner.

Can alcohol make people feel sore in muscles... Sister, you asked this question... so much that you thought it was unconsciously wrong... Klein laughed dryly:

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

"Fight?" Melissa was even more surprised.

Klein quickly organized the language and said:

"That's right, I consider that, as a history and cultural relics consultant for a security company, I cannot stay in the office forever, stay in the dock warehouse. Maybe there will be a day in the future, I need to go to the countryside with them, go to the castle, and get the initial location of cultural relics. On the way, I can climb mountains, cross rivers, walk many roads, and accept various tests of nature. This requires a healthy body."

"So you join the fighting training to improve your physical fitness?" Melissa understood what her brother meant.

"Yes." Klein gave a positive answer.

Melissa frowned slightly and said:

"But this is not gentleman anymore... Haven't you always demanded yourself by the professor's standards? A professor only needs to read the literature and consider the problems, be gentle and graceful."

"Of course, I'm not saying that this is not good. I like men who can solve problems by themselves, whether they use muscles or brains."

Klein smiled and said:

"No, no, no, Melissa, you have some misunderstandings about the definition of a professor. A real professor can communicate with people gently and gently, or lift up his cane and convince the other person in a physical way when there is a barrier to communication."

"Physical way..." Melissa didn't react at once, but she quickly understood what her brother wanted to express, and could not find a language to refute.

Klein didn't say anything more, and struggled to move his legs to the bathroom.

Melissa stood there, looked at it for a few seconds, suddenly shook her head, and chased after her in two steps:

"Do you need my help?"

She gave a support posture.

"No, no, I had some of the performances just now." Klein felt insulted, and suddenly straightened his back and took normal steps.

Seeing his brother walking into the bathroom steadily and closing the door, Melissa pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice:

"Kline is getting more and more exaggerated...I thought his muscle aches are so severe..."

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

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." He held his breath, tightened his body, and took a full seven or eight seconds.

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

After a while of rest, Klein took his cane, put on his top hat, walked out slowly, and walked towards the station of the railroad bus.

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During the summer vacation, Hoy University is filled with green trees, flowers and birds are prosperous, peaceful and quiet.

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

He knocked on the door and entered, and was surprised to see the instructor Azke sitting at the position of the instructor.

"Good morning, Mr. Azke, where is my mentor? We made an appointment to meet at 10 o'clock in the letter." Klein asked in confusion.

Cohen Quentin's friend, Azke, a teacher who often argues over academic issues, smiled:

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

His skin is bronze, his figure is medium, his hair is brown, his facial features are soft, and he always has an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes. There is a small mole hidden under his right ear that cannot be discovered without careful look.

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

"Is there anything wrong with me?" Klein looked at his clothes blankly:

Trousers, black vests, white shirts, black bow tie, dark trousers, leather boots without buttons... It's normal...

Azk stretched his eyebrows and laughed:

"No need to care, I just suddenly realized that you are much more energetic than before, and are more like a gentleman."

"Thank you for your praise," Klein accepted calmly, and asked, "Mr. Azker, has the mentor found the book "Research on the Ancient Relics of the Main Peak of Hornaches" in the school library?"

"Finished, with my help." Azk said softly with a smile, then opened the drawer and took out a book with a gray cover. "You are no longer a student of Hoy University, you can only read here, not take it away."

"Okay." Klein took the academic monograph with joy and implicit fear.

The appearance design of this book is in line with the current trend. The cover and back cover are made of paper, and the patterns are pictures, forming the abstract appearance of the main peak of Hornages.

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

He was fascinated by the sight, and suddenly he found that there was a cup of coffee at hand, which was mellow and rich in fragrance.

"Add sugar and milk by yourself." Azk said, putting down the small silver plate and pointing to the milk jug and sugar cube.

"Thank you." Klein nodded gratefully.

He added three sugar cubes and a spoonful of milk casually and continued reading without knowing the taste.

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

"1. The biological settlements in the main peak of Hornaches and surrounding areas have clearly formed civilization, and an ancient country exists."

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

"Three, they respect and fear the night, and thus they personalize a god to believe in it, calling this god the Lord of the night, the mother of heaven."

"Four, the strangest thing is that no tombs of this country were found in the entire area, giving people the strange illusion that their residents do not need to be buried, and may not even die. This is inconsistent with the content of the mural. In the mural, the people of this country believe that death is not the end, and that the dead relatives will protect themselves in the dark, so they will leave the dead relatives at home, on the bed, and on the pillow for three days."

"After that, the mural will not involve the buried part."

Klein took a sip of coffee and continued to write "Reading Notes" on his notebook:

"The mother of heaven, Tianmu, is a very noble title, and the Lord of the Night obviously overlaps with the goddess of the Night... Is this the root of the contradiction?"

"In the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornaches and the surrounding areas, all the displays and furnishings are well preserved, and there are no traces of damage to the murals. Before they were discovered, there seemed to be no disturbance here... There were dining plates on the table, and there were signs of dry rot in the dining plates... In some rooms, there were half a bottle of wine that had almost turned into clear water..."

"Where are the people of this country? They seemed to have left their homes in a hurry, and they did not clean up anything, and never returned afterwards."

"It's even more strange to think of the lack of a tomb."

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

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

That was the black and white photo taken with a new camera when John Joseph went to the main peak of Hornages for the third time.

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

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

The styles of the two tend to be the same, but the one I dreamed of was on the top of the peak, which was even more magnificent, and there was a huge seat that was not human-like at the top, with countless transparent maggots hugging them and slowly squirming.

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

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

"How is it? Are there any gains?"

"There are quite a few, you see, I took a lot of notes." Klein pointed to the desktop and smiled.

"I don't understand why you suddenly became interested in this matter." Azke sighed casually and said, "Kline, when I was in college at Beckland, I was exposed to some divination things, and I have some research on this. Well, I found that there is something inconsistent with your fate."

What? Divination? Talk to me about divination? As a "divinationist", Klein looked at the Azker teacher opposite with a funny look and said:

“What’s wrong with that?”

Azk thought for a while and said:

"Have you often encountered coincidences in the past two months?"

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

To be honest, the most obvious thing is that when they were pursuing the kidnappers, they found clues about the notes of the Antigonus family that had been missing for several days opposite the room where they were hiding.

Also, before Ryer Bieber escaped Tingen, he hurriedly found a place to digest the power given by the notes, so that the seal "2-049" could easily track his whereabouts, which was a bit contrary to common sense... Although Mr. Al Hasson explained it well, I always felt that there were some coincidences...

Well, Selena peeked at Hainas Vancent's secret spell and endured it until her birthday dinner before trying. It happened to be discovered by me, which was a bit of a coincidence... Otherwise, Hainas Vancent would not have died suddenly like that...

Klein thought about it for a few minutes and said:

"There are three items, not too many, not too often, and there are no traces of others interfering and guiding."

Azk nodded gently and said:

"Emperor Rossell said that anyone will meet a coincidence that only once is a normal category. Two times are in the normal category. Three times you have to think about what internal factors are guiding it."

"Can you see anything?" Klein asked tentatively.

Azk laughed and shook his head and replied:

"I can only see a little inconsistency and can't find anything else. You know, I'm not a real diviner."

Isn't that just saying it means not saying it... Mr. Azke was a little strange... pretending to be a charlatan in front of me, the charlatan... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, took advantage of the other party's chance to get up, pinched his eyebrows and opened his spiritual vision.

At first glance, Azk's aura was reflected in his eyes, and it was normal in all aspects.
Chapter completed!