The Secret Master

"Must an individual complete a task independently to become a full member?" Klein was stunned for a moment and replied, "But, we may not even have a task once a week, and it's not necessarily simple." Doesn't this mean that it will take me almost two months to officially become a night watchman and get a promotion and a raise...? Old Neil sniffed the aroma of the coffee and glanced at him: "This is just a ritual among night watchmen. After all, we are at the forefront of fighting against extraordinary dangers, and we definitely don't want our teammates to be children who always need care. But this doesn't affect your salary as a full member, your corresponding rights, or your fulfillment of necessary obligations." So it's a ritual of gaining recognition from other night watchmen... But, Mr. Neil, why do you insist that it won't affect my salary as a full member... Did I show it so obviously? Klein touched his face awkwardly and asked: "Must it be a task with extraordinary nature?" "Originally, it should be like this, but your performance yesterday was indeed quite excellent. You cleverly killed an extraordinary being with a sequence of at least 8. I think Fry, Lo Yau, and others should have recognized you, so, Dunn might only assign an ordinary task." Old Neil suddenly sighed, "The salary has doubled, and I will never encounter something like this in my life again." Klein smiled twice and voluntarily mentioned his sequence path: "Mr. Neil, do you think that the sequence 8 corresponding to 'Diviner' is 'Clown' in reality?" Actually, when recalling the description on the confidential materials, it was quite fitting: A "profession" skilled in technical combat... "I can't guarantee it, but I think this is quite possible. First, it matches the records in the materials. It is characterized by agile movements and technical combat. Second, other sequence paths also have similar situations. Do you know what the sequence 8 corresponding to 'Spy' is called?" Old Neil asked with a smile. "I don't know. There is no such information in the church's materials." Klein shook his head frankly. Old Neil chuckled and said: "I am familiar with the two old guys from 'Mechanical Heart'. They mentioned in a joking tone that the name of the potion corresponding to the sequence 8 of 'Spy' is 'Combat Scholar'. Did you hear that, 'Combat Scholar'? Goddess! I don't like combat at all. This is completely inconsistent with the image of 'Spy'!" "Understandable... 'Spy' is seeking the secrets behind things, and combat is also a type of thing." Klein thought for a moment and said. "All right, don't waste time. Let's continue with the mysticism course. You still need to master many ritual magic, and you must truly learn how to make charms and amulets." Old Neil prepared the ground coffee. "OK." Klein sat down and mentally arranged his schedule for the day: In the morning, study mysticism, review various historical materials, and submit a reimbursement application. Have lunch, go to the shooting club to practice, and then go to the Devere Library in the Golden Willow District to see if they can borrow academic monographs and corresponding periodicals related to the main peak of Horanix. After doing all this, if there is still time, go to the Divination Club to sit and 'play' as if there is no slightest relaxation. When the application is approved and the fee is received, I will purchase a suit on the way home. Well, tomorrow morning I will submit the application materials and try to make an amulet to avoid misfortune for Melissa and Benson. ...... In a dining room with a pendant light and elegant decorations. Several friends were congratulating Joyce Meyer on her escape from danger and her return to Tingen. "Everyone saw the newspaper. Just the written description made one feel scared," a man with a short beard sighed. "Joyce, it's hard to believe that you went through such a thing and suffered such hardships. Let's toast. The misfortune has gone, the sunlight is shining on us, and the steam is up." Joyce and her fiancée Anna raised their glasses simultaneously, clinked them together, and then drank the remaining champagne in the glass. "During these days, Anna was extremely worried. I suspect she was crying every night. When I invited her for afternoon tea, she was always absent-minded. Fortunately, you finally returned. Otherwise, I suspect she would have died like that," a young lady with curly hair looked at Anna and said to Joyce, she had a small and cute nose. "If Anna were to encounter something like this again, I would do the same, even more out of control," Joyce, with his hooked nose, looked at his fiancée beside him gently. Anna was not used to showing her emotions in front of others. She glanced at the other end of the long table and said: "BoGDAR, why are you always looking down? I can feel your bad mood." The young lady with a small nose replied on behalf of the other person: "BoGDAR is ill. The internal medicine doctor told him that there is a big problem with his liver. Medicines can only reduce the pain, but cannot truly cure it. A surgical operation is necessary." "Lord, when did this happen?" Anna and Joyce asked in surprise and concern again. BoGDAR was a young man with very short hair. His face was yellow, and his usually sharp red eyes were tainted with dullness. "It was last week. Because Joyce didn't return yet, I asked Ilin and others not to tell you," BoGDAR explained with a bitter smile. Joyce calmly asked: "Have you thought about when to have the operation?" BoGDAR's expression changed several times and said: "No, I haven't made a decision yet. You know, those surgeons are like butchers. The person performing the operation is just a piece of meat on the chopping block, being randomly slaughtered by them! I've read many reports. They even use axes to perform amputations for people! Lord, I suspect I will die on the operating table." "But if we keep delaying, perhaps the operation won't be able to save you anymore," the man with a short beard beside him said. At this moment, Anna suddenly interjected: "BoGDAR, perhaps you could consider doing a divination. If the divination shows everything is fine, then perform the operation as soon as possible. If the divination shows a bad result, look for other solutions, follow the diviner's instructions. I know a real and magical diviner, no, he should be called a divination master. I think he will definitely be able to help you." "Really?" BoGDAR asked with a skeptical expression. The other friends had similar attitudes. "Really," Anna nodded without hesitation. "I consulted him for a divination of Joyce's condition, and he told me to go home. Your fiancé is waiting for you at home. At that time, I was just like you, filled with doubts, but when I returned home, I really saw Joyce. He really came back!" "Regarding this, I can testify," Joyce agreed. He did not mention the incident of asking for a dream interpretation himself because the police told him that Tris had not been caught yet, so he had to conceal this secret to avoid retaliation. "Lord, this is simply unbelievable!" "Is divination really that magical?" ... Amidst the exclamations, Bogda thought for a moment and said: "Perhaps I really should do some divination, Anna. Joyce, could you tell me the latest update of that diviner? Please enter the website in your browser - visit New Quirk阁 for viewing." Anna let out a sigh of relief and said: "You made a wise choice." "That diviner is in the Divination Club in the Hales district." "His name is, Klein Moretti ...... In the Devereux Library of Jin Wutong District. Klein used the introduction letter tucked in the envelope to successfully obtain a borrowing card. He was flipping through the small card in his hand while asking the several administrators: "Do you have 'Research on Ancient Ruins of Horanichus Peak' here? Published by the Ruanren Publishing House." One of the administrators immediately replied: "Please wait a moment, I'll look for it." He turned around and faced the rows of drawers, pulled out the one corresponding to the "Horanichus" letter, and then, following a certain pattern, took out several cards filled with words. After carefully looking through them, he shook his head and said: "Sorry, sir, we don't have this book in our collection." "It's really a pity," Klein replied with a slightly disappointed tone. It seemed that he could only write to the Ruanren Publishing House or go back to Hoy University... Meanwhile, he secretly sighed, marveling at how the libraries in this world still managed things in an ancient way. You need a computer, but unfortunately, my car won't come out... Klein said to himself with a self-deprecating tone, then asked: "Are there any periodicals like 'New Archaeology' or 'Archaeological Review'?" "Yes," the administrator replied affirmatively, "The gentleman just returned them." He re-found the corresponding card and pointed out the location of the bookshelf to Klein. Klein went there, scanned through the issue numbers, and took out the several books mentioned by his mentor. Then, he randomly chose a seat by the window and sat down, reading the materials in the quiet library under the bright afternoon sunlight. "... Ancient ruins are not only found on the main peak of the Hornachos Mountains, but are also widely distributed in the forests, valleys and gentle slopes surrounding the main peak... "... These ruins are composed of towering domes and numerous massive stone pillars, which can be vividly described as 'grand and magnificent'... "... What is puzzling is how the indigenous people here managed to extract and polish these stones? First of all, let's assume that they mined them locally and did not need to transport them up the mountain... "... A strange rule is that the closer to the top of the mountain, the more magnificent the ruins are. Surprisingly, there are no ruins at the top of the mountain. According to our speculation, there should have been a palace here, unlike any human construction, a temple for sacrifices... "A palace unlike human architecture... a temple for sacrifices... Could this be the one I saw in my dream? While Klein's thoughts were swirling, suddenly he heard footsteps getting closer and closer from afar. He looked up and saw a familiar face, a face often seen in the newspapers. Square face, thick eyebrows, straight nose, dark gold short hair, blue eyes, tightly pursed lips, all of which belonged to a famous person in Tinggen City, a philanthropist, an entrepreneur, and the owner of this library, Sir Deville. Beside Deville was the middle-aged butler Klein had seen before. Klein stood at a distance of about ten meters, watching them pass by, curiously raising his right hand and gently tapping the center of his forehead twice.