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Chapter 8 History

At half past eleven at night, Klein returned home.

He resisted fatigue and hunger and tried his best to suppress the sound of his movements, fearing to wake up Benson and Melissa who were already asleep.

But as soon as he entered the living room to find something to eat, he noticed Benson's slightly lonely figure under the elegant gas lamp.

Benson was sitting alone on the sofa, draped in the soft, warm light cast by the gas lamp, and was reading a book about grammar in concentration.

He seemed to be aware of the footsteps behind him. Just as he was about to turn his head to look, he couldn't help but yawned:

"Haha, Klein, have you finished helping that teacher?

"Some cultural relics were discovered in Mr. Azik's hometown, and he asked me to do related exploration and protection work together." After speaking, Klein also waved the notes in his hand, "This is a not-so-important book.

Notes, Mr. Azik gave it to me after he realized that it was of little value."

After all, the territory where I have lived for decades can be considered my hometown, right?

He took the dinner left by Melissa from the kitchen and ate it.

Benson obviously didn't care and yawned again:

"I have to go to sleep. Since I started studying grammar and reading classical literature, my sleep quality has become very good. Now I can fall asleep as soon as I touch the bed."

Klein thought of the civil service exam, tried hard to swallow the mouthful of food he had just eaten, took a sip of water and said:

"You get what you pay for. Uh, you know, our company has some connections with the Police Department. I heard some inside information. The big shots above seem to be tired of the procrastinating and inefficient government and are planning to reform the employment mechanism.

Recruit through public examinations. Select capable people and replace those officials who are unable to perform their current jobs."

Benson's originally confused eyes suddenly became energetic, lowered his voice, and asked excitedly:

"Is it a public exam, like the exam for university lecturers?"

Seeing that Benson had taken the bait, Klein briefly introduced the possible contents of the future civil service examination to Benson, and finally reminded him:

"Of course, don't put too much hope in this matter. After all, no one knows whether he will be approved."

Benson had a smile on his face and yawned again:

"But if I really can pass, then this will be a good opportunity. Of course, even if I can't pass, the knowledge I have learned will be enough to help me find a better job. You are a living example in front of me."

Seeing that Benson understood, Klein followed him upstairs while he quickly finished the dinner on the plate, packed it up and went straight back to the bedroom, locking the door.

He stood in front of the window, looking out at the street scene bathed in crimson moonlight. There was no one on the street, everything was quiet, and he could only hear the slight sound of his own breathing.

He closed the curtains at once, looked at the notes in his hand, forced himself to pull out the ceremonial silver dagger, and created a spiritual wall to seal the entire room.

After walking four steps backward, Klein once again arrived above the gray mist.

The gray and hazy mist filled the air as if it were everlasting, and the crimson illusive stars and their constellations occupied the entire sky. Klein sat in the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence. After examining it carefully, he withdrew his sight.

Prepare to divine the summoning ritual you received from Ms. Dai Li first.

He skillfully embodied banknotes and wrote down the incantations and divination sentences for the summoning ceremony:

"It would be dangerous if I used the above ritual to summon myself."

The citrine he held in his left hand slowly rotated counterclockwise, negating the dangers of performing the summoning ritual.

Klein did not try it directly, but tried to reproduce the notebook Mr. Azik gave him just now.

Under his attempt, a blurry outline was suspended above the long bronze table. No matter how hard he tried, he could not solidify it. Until he was about to give up and was about to wave away the blurry outline, a book that was different from the one in reality appeared.

The exact same note fell out of the blurred outline.

Klein looked at the notebook in surprise. His feeling just now told him that he seemed to have taken the notebook directly out of the void!

He did not immediately look through the notes to check the contents. Instead, he summoned paper and pen again and divined: "The origin of this note."

Mr. Azik didn't find anything, so he should be fine. Klein thought.

He recited it silently seven times at random, leaned back on the chair, and entered the dreamland.

This time the dream was very clear, and Klein could clearly see the details of the surrounding buildings.

This is a quaint but exquisite city, built on a reef that stretches along the beach, and is full of original-style murals and Baker's patchwork decorations.

This must have been a beautiful city in normal times, but now, it is covered with dragon scratches and traces of flames. The ground is covered with the broken limbs of dead elves, and it is difficult to even see a complete corpse.

.

With a crash, a handsome man with blue cracks on his face and a soft face pushed away the rubble on his body and climbed out of the ruins.

He looked crazy and indifferent, holding a blood-stained notebook tightly in his hand.

In Klein's sight, the blood stains on the notebook were slowly fading away, and a vague and strange symbol protruded from the cover.

At this point, the picture in front of him suddenly shattered, and Klein's consciousness was dragged into the next scene.

He was still the man with the blue cracks on his face. Half of his body collapsed and twisted into a huge tentacle extended by countless transparent worms.

The tentacles were wrapped with exploding thunder, and he was surrounded by strong winds. He laughed crazily in the air, waved his tentacles, and hammered the giant bird-shaped beast in front of him with all his strength.

This picture was extremely blurry, and before Klein could see it clearly, it transformed into a new scene.

The gentle-faced man's face was no longer full of cracks, and he was facing off against a huge figure sitting on a coral throne.

The figure was blurry, as if covered by a pool of paint, while the soft-faced man had gloomy eyes and a frosty face.

The figure on the Coral Throne suddenly became furious and struck several thick bolts of lightning directly at the man.

Klein's eyes flashed and he saw a hand handing the note to Mr. Azik, who was wearing the costume of an ancient lord, and was instantly thrown out of the dreamland.

He rubbed his brow that was aching from exertion and recalled the several scenes he had just seen.

Is this a relic of a powerful ancient elf?

He relied on this item to survive the dragon's attack. Later, after provoking a certain being, after successfully escaping, his body was seriously injured and there was no hope of recovery, so he gave the note to Mr. Azik?

Haha, the rest is all just guesswork on my part. After all, the state of the strong man was not shown at all in the end, nor was it even shown who the hand belonged to.

Perhaps he was killed by the huge figure that struck lightning, and the owner of that huge figure gave the note to Mr. Azik.

After all, Mr. Azik also mentioned that he escaped from the crisis with the help of a great being.

Alas, the boss didn't finish what he said at that time. Moreover, could the great being who controls thunder and lightning be the "Lord of Storms"?

Klein thought hard for a long time, and after finding no results, he decisively skipped exploring the notes, and had no idea of ​​in-depth divination. Since the last time he accidentally divined the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and got burned by the fire, Klein has

I understand a truth, don’t seek death!

He turned to the study of another matter, extending his spirituality to wrap himself up, simulating the feeling of falling sharply, and returned to the real world.

After returning to the bedroom, Klein quickly arranged the summoning ceremony, retreated to the center of the room, looked at the candle that symbolized himself, and shouted in giant language:

"I!"

Then he immediately switched to Hermes and continued to recite:

"I call in my name!"

...

Klein endured the dual torment of lack of spirituality and mental fatigue. He looked at the candlelight in front of him that had swelled and spread out and was stained with gray luster, but had not changed at all. He was suddenly confused.

Immediately, he pinched his tired and stinging forehead and said silently to himself:

"What I am calling is myself, and I am still standing here. If someone really responds to me, that would be truly terrifying."

He waited for more than ten seconds, then took four steps backwards to reach the top of the gray mist. He saw that the top of the long bronze table where he usually sat was filled with circles of spreading light patterns.

A strange symbol composed of crimson light was floating in the center of the light pattern - it was the strange symbol composed of "pupilless eye" and "twisted thread" on the high-backed chair behind Klein's bed.

He just reached out and touched the circle of light, and the scene where he had just recited the mantra appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the incoming spirituality merged with the swaying light pattern, turning into a flash of illusory, unformed.

door.

Klein gave him the instruction to open the door, and the crimson stars and boundless mist on the gray fog seemed to be pulled.

The ripples generated by the surging gray mist continued to flow towards the illusory door, impacting it one after another, as if trying to fill it up.

But no matter how it fluctuates, the door is always in an unformed state, as if all the incoming power has been strangely grafted to another place.

Feeling the increasingly painful pain in his brain, Klein could only give up trying and withdraw his thoughts.

"Is it because of my own lack of spirituality that I am unable to truly take shape of the 'Gate of Summoning'?" He looked forward in confusion, 'Gate of Summoning' was the name he had just given.

"Perhaps when I am promoted to Sequence Eight, I can mobilize more spirituality, and after obtaining it, I can try to build a complete 'Summoning Gate'."

"Well, I can't try it during the dangerous period when I was just promoted. If I mobilize too much spirituality during the dangerous period of my promotion, I might lose control directly. I have to wait until I can no longer hear the gibbering before I can try it."

After Ryan finished thinking about the plan, he nodded slightly.

Holding the excitement generated by just discovering a new secret, he quickly wrapped himself in spirituality and returned to reality.

After all, no matter how excited you are about the discovery, you still have to sleep, especially the "workers" who have to go to work tomorrow morning!

As soon as Klein tightened the quilt and his mind completely fell into dreamland, he immediately woke up from his daze and passively.

Will the captain come again?

He was stunned to find that he was slumped on the sofa in the living room, and Dunn, who didn't know when, had passed through the entrance hall, walked in with a cane, and sat opposite him, smoking a cigarette and looking straight at

Hold him.

Captain, I need to rest... Klein has no love in his life.


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