"Dragon?" Derrick shouted directly without restraining his surprise.
Dark looked around in panic, and quickly covered Derrick's mouth.
"Don't shout out! Be careful not to be heard."
Derrick's mouth was covered by a huge palm, and he could only shake his head with great effort, and hummed to indicate that he would not shout out again.
Duck looked around again, then let go of the hand covering Derrick, and quickly took back the pottery shard in his hand.
"Why are you so nervous?" Derrick looked at Dark's movements, looked around, and lowered his voice.
Dak was silent for a second or two, looked at Derrick very seriously, and considered:
"Actually, Joynov in the east of the city has not been contaminated by monsters recently. He and I explored the city-state with traces of dragon civilization last time."
"Then what?" Derrick responded competently.
Duck leaned back, his whole body tilted back a little, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.
"Then, he took away the intact clay pot that looked more expensive, and it had a string of honorable names written in Elvish engraved on it."
"Elvish?" Derrick almost shouted again.
How could Elvish appear in a city-state related to dragons?
They are mortal enemies!
Duck trembled all over, as if breaking away from the strange state just now, biting his lip and recalling:
"Yes, I also saw clearly the patterns and honorary names on it at that time. They were indeed in Elvish language, but the pattern on it depicts a three-headed dragon and an all-black three-headed dragon."
Three giant dragons all black... Derrick suddenly had a bad premonition in his mind and wanted to stay away from this classmate he hadn't seen for a long time.
"What are you thinking about? I have never read that honorary name, and Joynov was swallowed up by the shadows around him on the spot. The other half of his body collapsed and turned into a monster!" Dark suddenly moved towards Derrick.
After patting it, there was a rare hint of childishness that a teenager should have on his facial features that had grown a lot of stubble, "If I really recited that honorary name, would I still be talking to you here now?"
"If I had read it, I would have been imprisoned underground by the elders of the six-member council!"
Looking at Dak's somewhat red face, Derrick silently pointed to the air beside him.
Dak followed Derrick's fingers and found a guard who was on duty at the training ground today looking at them suspiciously.
My voice was too loud just now...Duck subconsciously slapped his head, picked up Derrick and ran out of the training ground in an instant.
............
The next day is Tuesday morning.
I feel so dizzy, no, I must be so hungry... Klein propped up his body with his arms and pulled himself up from the bed.
He touched the pillow until he touched a cold pancake-shaped object, then leaned back, sat directly on the bed, and opened the cover of the pocket watch he just touched.
On the cover of the watch, the silver-white vines reflected the faint white light of the morning sun, and the slender second hand ticked away, taking away the drowsiness in Klein's mind.
Fortunately, he wasn't late, so he probably won't be deducted from his salary... Klein thought in a distracted manner, and walked slowly down the second floor with a slightly wandering pace.
"Good morning, Melissa."
"Good morning, Benson." Klein looked at the breakfast between his brother and sister and said hello with a smile.
Melissa put down the white bread in her hand and looked sideways at Klein, who reappeared after a whole day. The displeasure on her face became more and more obvious.
"Klein, you didn't have dinner yesterday. Is your company always exploiting people like this?"
Benson on the side also nodded in agreement and said with the same concern:
"Can't you take some time off recently?"
Klein maintained his smile and sat silently at the dining table. After taking two bites of bread, he responded slowly:
"This may be the reason why promotions and salary increases are quick. There is always a price to pay."
"I once read a book. All gifts from fate are always priced secretly. Perhaps this is the price of a weekly salary of six pounds." As he spoke, Klein humorously mocked himself.
Melissa was no longer so thin, and there was a trace of tangle on her pale face. The facial features on her small face were wrinkled together, and she relaxed slightly. She said with a very rare twist:
"Maybe four pounds a week is pretty good, at least it won't be so tiring."
Klein, who was drinking milk, almost choked on his trachea. He blushed and coughed a few times before he realized what he heard.
"No, don't be too worried. In fact, it's just because I happened to catch up with some more important tasks. It will be fine after this period of time."
Benson looked at his younger brother who was explaining to his sister in a panic, and sighed with a smile on his face.
Since his mother passed away, he hasn't seen this kind of expression on Melissa's face for a long time. Now even Klein, who has always been relatively dull, has become cheerful and has a good job.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his posture, and said with a rich voice:
"Actually, we should eat now. The bread is getting cold. White bread is not cheap."
Melissa, who was communicating with Klein, was stunned for a moment, and then silently ate the cold, soft bread.
Klein, who was sitting opposite him, turned his head in a tacit understanding, winked with Benson in a non-serious manner, and ate his own breakfast with a smile still on his lips.
Who would have thought that I didn’t even have a pound in my pocket not long ago, but now I’m eating white bread... Klein quickly finished his breakfast, and then he and Melissa finished the same thing
Benson said hello after breakfast, took the cane from Bella, and walked straight to the public carriage station closest to his home.
After a period of crowding and turbulence, Klein knocked on the door of the Blackthorn Security Company as usual, knocking a few times symbolically before pushing the door open and entering.
"Good morning, Roxanne!" Klein was in a good mood today and his tone was slightly higher.
After having breakfast early and sitting at the front desk reading the newspaper, Luo Shan, who was in good spirits, put down the newspaper and responded with the same smile:
"Good morning, Klein!"
"Why do you feel that the dark circles under your eyes are a bit heavy today? I thought you should have had a good rest yesterday?"
Klein tugged at the corner of his mouth and glanced at the newspaper in Roshan's hand from the corner of his eye. With the excellent eyesight brought by the "Clown" potion, he could clearly see the headline written on the "Daily Observer":
"Shocked, an archaeologist died naked near the Golden Rose, with his clothes missing."
Klein cleared his throat and made it up:
"Yesterday I went to help a teacher who has left the university to deal with his personal collection. Because it needed to be packed, I worked until very late before resting."
"Your teacher's personal collection?" Luo Shan's lips turned into an oval shape, and her eyes were filled with curiosity. "Is it your history teacher? Isn't there a lot of valuable antiques?"
Why was there such a big reaction? Klein was a little confused, but he still answered her question first:
"He is a teacher who has a lot of research on the Honakis Mountains. However, not all of his collections are antiques, there are also some current imitations."
Klein weaved lies fluently. He just hoped that Roxanne could end this topic quickly.
When Roshan listened to Klein's answer, the light in her eyes suddenly went out, and her oval-shaped lips suddenly leaked and pressed together:
"Sure enough, most of the things in the newspapers are small-probability events."
"What's in the newspaper?" Klein was a little curious for a moment and took the initiative to move closer to the front desk, resting the elbow of his arm on the edge of the front desk.
Luo Shan clicked another corner of the newspaper in her hand without interest, and said without any ups and downs:
"Just this, a gray-white stone slab with a panoramic mural of an ancient city engraved in the home of a professor at Backlund University was purchased by royal advisor Hvin Rambis for 2,000 pounds."
"Goddess, if I can sell a stone slab for this price, I can buy the dress I like."
2,000 pounds. For no reason, Klein thought of Miss Justice who spent a lot of money at the Tarot Club. He thought of the other party's "heroic" clothes and jewelry that could be felt even through the gray mist. Although he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
, but still maintained a smile on his face, echoing Luo Shan:
"Yes, yes, if I had this opportunity, I could sell what I want to buy."
Roshan was concentrating on reading the newspaper report. She didn't hear Klein's perfunctory answer. She only heard that he agreed with her point of view. She suddenly became interested and discussed with him about the new article published in "Ladies Aesthetics" magazine.
clothing.
After a very professional chat, Klein finally said goodbye to Roxanne, left the front desk, and went straight to the captain's office at the crossroads.
With a few taps, Dunn Smith's mellow and warm voice came out.
"Please come in."
Klein skillfully turned the handle, pushed open the brown-black door, and saw the captain sitting behind the table, enjoying breakfast.
There were still crumbs of toast in his mouth, and there was a strong aroma of coffee on his right hand. The plate in front of him was filled with white bread, toast and bacon, which was quite rich.
He looked at Klein standing at the door, swallowed hard the chewed toast with butter in his mouth, and pointed to the empty seat across the table with his free finger.
Klein was a little strange, but he did not disturb the captain's meal. Instead, he sat leisurely on the chair and watched Dunn eat breakfast.
This familiar feeling... Klein's face was filled with a smile unconsciously.
Dunn, who was vigorously activating his masticatory muscles, was stunned for a moment, then relaxed and stopped being anxious. He relaxed his straight back, picked up the coffee, solved the congestion in his throat, and smoothly swallowed the food in his mouth.
In the stomach.
When Dunn had finished his breakfast and was about to ask Klein, he saw Klein silently raising his right hand and pointing at the corner of his mouth.
Dunn was startled for a moment, then took out the soft tissue next to his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth carefully, and then asked:
"What's matter?"
Klein shook his head slightly and denied:
"No, it's just that I still want to deepen my knowledge of occultism. The last few times have made me realize my weakness in this area, so I want to apply to read the relevant literature behind Chanis Gate, and what I can touch
Information about the sealed artifact.”
While stating his needs, Klein moved his gaze to an open magazine in front of the captain, his movements very covert.
Dunn was silent for a while, then thought carefully before speaking:
"You can only read the contents stipulated in the confidentiality regulations. I will write you an explanation now."
Klein stared at the magazine on the captain's desk and nodded intently.
Dunn looked at his strange behavior and was a little puzzled. His deep gray eyes moved to his drawer, opened it with familiarity, took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote the instructions Klein needed, and signed himself at the end.
name.
He smoothly pushed forward, pushing the paper towards Klein who was sitting opposite him, and then retracted his arm to close the magazine spread out on the table.
Dunn coughed lightly, nodded slightly and said:
"Remember to hand him over to the watchers inside Chanis Gate."
"You must not view documents that do not meet your confidentiality level, otherwise it will be difficult to handle." Dunn looked at Klein with his deep gray eyes and deliberately emphasized the last sentence.
I am probably being watched by the goddess right now, how dare I violate the confidentiality regulations... Klein raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, picked up the paper with instructions from the table, and quickly left the room inside Hengzhan
Captain's office.
When the brown-black wooden door of the office was completely closed, a joyful smile burst out from the corners of Klein's stiff mouth, and he couldn't help but curse Dunn Smith in his heart.
"Captain, he actually saw an advertisement for hair growth lotion again. The Doninman tree sap in the southern continent's rainforest has an obvious effect of promoting hair growth. Are you sure he won't turn into a curly-haired baboon?"
"If it really works, I might recommend it to Benson... But we are extraordinary people and should use mystical techniques to solve problems!"
For example, setting up a ceremony to pray to the goddess... Klein's face instantly lost his expression, and he silently walked down the dark and silent spiral staircase to the Chanis Gate deep underground.
He greeted Xijia, who was on duty at the Chanis door today, and then under her gaze, he opened the heavy Chanis door and entered the interior shrouded in darkness.
Under the guidance of the internal watcher, he could only rely on the glass lantern in his hand to see the surrounding environment clearly. The sound of the door closing still echoed, making it seem empty and distant.
After walking forward for dozens of seconds, he finally saw where he was going under the faint yellow light of the lantern in his hand.
On both sides of the wide corridor, there is a stone door clearly marked with the word "information" written in ancient Hermetic script.
Klein looked back at the internal watcher responsible for guiding him, feeling the coldness everywhere, and asked tentatively:
"Can I only read documents here?"
The caretaker with deep wrinkles and thin hair turned his ice-like light blue eyes and responded in a calm tone:
"No, but you can only stay in the duty room outside Chanis Gate."
Klein was inspired, quietly turned on his spiritual vision, and casually glanced around.
He looked at the black threads hanging from the roof and swallowed silently. His heart was disturbed and he felt a familiar feeling.
This is the inside of Chanis Gate, which gives people the feeling of "eternal sleep"...