Faced with his sister's question, Klein could only smile bitterly.
"Muscle soreness."
He originally believed that consuming the Sequence potion and becoming a Beyonder would more or less improve his physique, but the cruel reality told him that the skills of a Seer were all focused on spirituality, psyche, intuition, and interpretation. It didn't allow him to quickly adapt to combat training.
As for the original Klein, he had been focused on his studies for many years and had suffered from malnutrition, causing his physique to always be below average. It was rather normal for him to have such a "sequela" today.
"Muscle soreness? I remember you came back after dinner last night and didn't do anything else … Could alcohol cause muscle soreness? "Melissa inquired probingly.
Could it be that alcohol causes muscle soreness … Sis, that question of yours … really makes one's thoughts go astray … Klein laughed dryly and said, "No, it has nothing to do with alcohol.
"No, it has nothing to do with alcohol. It happened yesterday afternoon. I joined the company's combat training."
"Combat?" Melissa was even more surprised.
Klein quickly organized his words and said, "It's like this.
I thought that, as a consultant of a security company's history and cultural relics, I can't stay in the office forever, staying in the warehouse at the dock. Perhaps there will be a day in the future when I need to go to the countryside with them, to the ancient castle, to the original location of the cultural relics. On the way, I will climb mountains, cross rivers, and walk many, many roads. I will have to undergo all kinds of tests from nature. This requires a healthy body. "
"So you joined the combat training to improve your physique?" Melissa understood what her brother meant.
"Yes." Klein gave an affirmative answer.
Melissa frowned slightly.
"But that's not gentlemanly … Don't you always hold yourself to the standards of a professor? A professor only needs to read the literature, consider difficult problems, and be gentle and gentlemanly. "
"Of course, I'm not saying that's not good. I like men who can solve problems by themselves, whether they use their muscles or their brains."
Klein smiled and said, "No, no, no.
"No, no, no. Melissa, you have misunderstood the definition of a professor. A real professor can communicate with people in a gentle and polite manner, and they can also use physics to persuade the other party when communication is blocked."
"The way of physics …" Melissa didn't react for a moment, but she quickly understood what her brother was trying to say. She couldn't find the words to refute.
Klein didn't say anything more. He moved his legs with difficulty and moved to the bathroom.
Melissa stood there and watched for a few seconds. Suddenly, she shook her head and chased after him.
"Do you need my help?"
She made a gesture to support him.
"No, there's no need. I was just putting on a show." Klein felt insulted. He straightened his back and walked normally.
Watching her brother walk into the bathroom with steady steps and close the door, Melissa pursed her lips and mumbled softly, "Don't worry.
"Klein is getting more and more boastful … I thought his muscle soreness was really that serious …"
In the bathroom, Klein stood behind the closed door. His face suddenly contorted.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch …" He held his breath and tensed his body for a full seven to eight seconds.
It wasn't until he went downstairs with difficulty, finished his breakfast, and watched Baansen and Melissa leave that he felt less sore.
After resting for a while, Klein picked up his cane, put on his top hat, and slowly walked out to the tracked public carriage stop.
…
Khoy University during the summer holidays was filled with trees, flowers and birds. It was peaceful and quiet.
After walking along the river for a while, Klein turned into the road that led to the History Department. He found the old three-story gray stone building and found his mentor, Cohen Quentin's office.
He knocked on the door and was surprised to see Instructor Aztec sitting in his mentor's seat.
"Good morning, Mr. Aztec. Where's my mentor? We agreed to meet at ten in the letter, "Klein asked, puzzled.
Cohen Quentin's good friend, Instructor Aztec, who often argued with him over academic issues, smiled and said, "Cohen had a meeting at the last minute and went to Tingen University.
"Cohen has a meeting at the last minute. He went to Tingen University and asked me to wait for you here."
He had bronze skin, a medium build, black hair, brown eyes, and soft facial features. There was an indescribable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, and beneath his right ear was a tiny mole that would not be noticed if one did not look carefully.
After explaining the reason, Aztec suddenly frowned and took a closer look at Klein.
"Is there anything inappropriate about me?" Klein sized up his attire in a daze.
A tuxedo, black vest, white shirt, black bow tie, dark-colored trousers, and unbuttoned leather boots … It's very normal …
Aztec relaxed his brows and chuckled.
"Don't mind me. I just suddenly realized that you look a lot more spirited than before. You look more like a gentleman now."
"Thank you for your compliment." Klein accepted it calmly and asked, "Mr. Aztec, did you find 'Research on the Hornacis Main Peak's Ancient Ruins' in the school library?"
"Yes, with my help." Aztec smiled gently as he pulled open a drawer and took out a book with a gray cover. "You are no longer a student of Khoy University, so you can only read it here. You can't take it away."
"Alright." Klein received the academic monograph with a tinge of trepidation amidst his joy.
The design of the book was completely in line with the current trends. The front and back covers were made of hard paper, and the patterns were pictures. They formed an abstract image of the Hornacis main peak.
Klein glanced at it and found a seat. He flipped open the book and read it line by line.
He was engrossed in it when he suddenly realized that there was a cup of coffee beside him. The aroma was rich and mellow.
"Add your own sugar and milk." Aztec put down the silver tray and pointed at the milk jug and sugar box.
"Thank you." Klein nodded gratefully.
He casually added three sugar cubes and a spoonful of milk before continuing to read without tasting the food.
"Research on the Hornacis Main Peak's Ancient Ruins" wasn't a thick book. When it was close to noon, Klein finished reading it and grasped a few points that he needed to take note of.
"First, the settlements on the Hornacis main peak and the surrounding region have clearly formed a civilization. There is an ancient nation there."
"Second, from the murals, their appearances are no different from humans. They can be considered humans."
"Third, they respect and fear the dark night. As such, they personify a deity and believe in it. They call this deity the ruler of the night, the mother of the heavens."
"Fourth, the strangest thing is that there are no tombs of this nation in the entire region. It gives people the strange illusion that their citizens don't need to be buried, and that they might not even die. This contradicts the contents of the murals. In the murals, the citizens of this nation believe that death isn't the end. They believe that their deceased relatives will protect them in the dark night. Therefore, they leave their deceased relatives at home, on their bed, by their pillow for three days."
"After that, the murals end here. It doesn't involve the part about burial."
Klein drank a mouthful of coffee and continued writing his thoughts in his notebook.
"Mother of the heavens, Mother of the Heavens. That's a very lofty title. And the ruler of the night clearly overlaps with the Evernight Goddess … Is this the source of the contradiction?"
"In the ancient ruins on the Hornacis main peak and the surrounding region, all the displays and decorations are perfectly preserved. The murals don't show any signs of damage. Before it was discovered, this place didn't seem to have been disturbed at all … There are dining plates on the table, and there are signs of rotting … In some of the rooms, there are half-filled bottles of wine that have almost turned to water …"
"What about the citizens of this nation? They seem to have left their homes in a hurry. They didn't pack anything and didn't return after that. "
"Thinking back to the fact that there are no tombs, it's even stranger."
"The author, Mr. Joseph, also mentioned that when he first discovered these ruins, he even believed that the citizens here had instantly evaporated."
Klein stopped writing and cast his gaze at an illustration.
It was a black-and-white photo taken by John Joseph with a new camera during his third trip to the Hornacis main peak.
In the photo, the palace was towering with collapsed walls and overgrown weeds. The style was majestic.
When he flipped to the photo, Klein instantly recalled the palace he saw in his dream.
The style of the two was similar, but the one he dreamed of was located at the peak. It was more majestic, and there was a gigantic chair that didn't seem to belong to a human sitting at the top. There were countless transparent maggots huddled together as they slowly squirmed.
It can be confirmed that my dream is related to the ancient ruins on the Hornacis main peak … That should be the Nation of the Evernight mentioned in the Antigonus family's notebook … Klein nodded indiscernibly and closed the book.
At this moment, Aztec sat opposite him and touched the inconspicuous mole beneath his right ear.
"How was it? Did you find anything? "
"Quite a lot. Look, I took many pages of notes." Klein pointed at the table and smiled.
"I don't understand why you're suddenly interested in this." Aztec sighed and said, "Klein, when I was a university student in Baekeland, I came into contact with some divination stuff. I've done some research in this area. Yes, I found that your fate is not in harmony."
What? Divination? Talking to me about divination? As a Seer, Klein looked at Instructor Aztec in amusement.
"What's the incongruity?"
Aztec thought for a moment.
"Have you encountered many coincidences in the past two months?"
"A coincidence?" Because he had received a favor from Mr. Aztec, Klein did not reject the other party's question. He subconsciously began to recall.
If we were to talk about coincidences, the most obvious one was when we were chasing the kidnappers. We actually found clues to the Antigonus family's notebook that had been missing for several days opposite the room they were hiding in.
Also, Ray Bieber didn't escape Tingen, but he hurriedly found a place to digest the power bestowed by the notebook, allowing Sealed Artifact 2-049 to easily track his whereabouts. This is a little illogical … Although Mr. Aiur Harson's explanation is correct, I still feel that it's a coincidence …
Yes, after Selena peeked at Hanass Vincent's secret incantation, she endured it all the way until the birthday banquet. I happened to discover it, which is also a bit of a coincidence … Otherwise, Hanass Vincent wouldn't have died so suddenly …
Klein thought seriously for a few minutes and said, "There are three.
Not too many, and not too often. Also, I can't find any signs of interference or guidance from others. "
Aztec nodded slightly.
"Rosell The Great once said that anyone can encounter a coincidence that only happens once. Two is considered normal, but a third has to be considered as an internal factor guiding it."
"Can you tell anything?" Klein probed.
Azik chuckled and shook his head.
"I can only tell that there's something incongruous. I can't tell anything else. You have to know that I'm not a real Seer."
Doesn't that mean I didn't say anything … Mr. Aztec is a little strange … He's acting like a charlatan in front of a charlatan like me … Klein exhaled. Taking the opportunity when Aztec got up, he pinched his glabella and activated his Spirit Vision.
At a glance, Azik's aura was reflected in his eyes. It was normal in every way.
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