He only worships the moon and does not respect the goddess?Klein couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression.
He had heard that this kind of thing was when he understood the School of Life, but he did not expect that a witch king who was born, old, sick and dead in the Southern Continent had a similar view.
After the Pale Age at the end of the Quaternary Period, the Furious Sea became veritable, and the North and South continents were isolated from it and there was no longer any communication. The School of Life was formed in the early Fifth century, and it was obviously impossible to develop into the Southern continent before the Rossels found a safe channel.
The Witch King Karaman also belonged to the early days, and his active years were more than a thousand years since the invasion of the countries in the Northern Continent.
In other words, two extraordinary forces, which belong to the North and South continents and cannot communicate and communicate, chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the goddess of the night at about the same period.
Such coincidences make people have to consider why.
Could it be that a new god was born and the authority related to the moon was separated?
However, as a god, He should not be so unknown... Or, although the goddess stole the authority of the moon, the believers of the original moon god remained in the 4th and even the 3rd period, and after being separated from the North and South Continents, two flowers bloomed, one was the Witch King and the other was the Life School?
Klein made rough guesses, but he was struggling to narrow the scope without corresponding clues.
He gave up thinking for the time, seized the time, and quickly browsed the contents behind "The Book of Secrets".
In the preface, the Witch King Karaman said very directly that many of the rituals, secrets, astrology and summoning techniques in this book originate from the original Moon worship, and describes the corresponding names in detail:
The unique red moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual power.
There is a reputation!
But there is a lack of a more popular description like the Goddess of the Night and Mother Earth... If there was such a secret god, his followers would inevitably develop a simple title that was more suitable for verbal praise, rather than replacing the original worship of the moon... Klein realized a strange place and started analyzing it by relying on his own mystical knowledge.
Moreover, the use of the 'Scarlet Lord' to hold the ceremony will obviously point to the goddess, but using a very similar but more detailed name can bypass the goddess, point to their source of power, and point to the so-called primitive moon... I don't know what strange existence it is... Klein thought curiously and horrifiedly.
Because there was not so much time, he just quickly browsed the specific contents of the follow-up and found that as the Witch King Karaman himself said, many secrets and rituals pointed to the moon.
For Klein, this doesn't need to be too concerned. He won't copy those things and provoke the original moon who doesn't know what it is. What he wants to learn is the overall structure, design ideas and details of those secrets and rituals.
Only by grasping the hidden rules can he create his own secrets, rituals, astrology and summoning techniques that point to the King of Yellow and Black.
Maybe a long time later, I will have my own mysticism... Klein took off the spiritual pendulum on his wrist and finally confirmed the authenticity of "The Book of Secrets".
After getting the affirmative answer, he did not rush to use the extraordinary characteristics of werewolf's divination formula, and he would not sell it anyway. By the same token, he planned to slow down and study the origin of the biotoxin bottle.
He quickly returned to the real world, opened the curtains, and saw the sun that failed to illuminate the earth. It hid behind the clouds and haze, looking a little pale.
Ah snee!
Suddenly, Klein reached out to cover his mouth and nose and sneeze.
At this time, he realized that he had a headache, fever, and was not energetic enough, and seemed to have a cold.
As an extraordinary person in Sequence 7, I was actually sick… Klein pulled out a piece of paper and hummed.
He thought about it carefully and soon understood the reason:
The negative effect of biotoxin bottles is to gradually weaken the holder and develop into illness!
If you carry it for a longer time, you may even die of illness.
And this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!
Last night, after the war, Klein was almost dry and his body was poisoned and weak, and he hid in the Leverage Church with a biotoxin bottle for half an hour...
Add to that time he spent returning to Minsk Street and he became shamefully ill.
Fortunately, it's not serious...it doesn't affect anything... Klein sneezes again, packs up and takes a hot bath.
After washing up, he specially fryed an egg to reward himself, which was fragrant.
A book of the Witch King's "The Book of Secrets", a magical object that is no worse than the sun brooch, and an extraordinary feature left by the Sequence 7 "Werewolf", made a lot of money this time... It's just that the extraordinary feature of the "Living Zombie" is regrettable... Klein sat at the dining table, calculating the harvest while eating.
Another thing that made him feel distressed was that he used a total of 11 extraordinary bullets, each of which was equivalent to nearly 10 pounds!
That is to say, I looked like I burned 100 pounds... I really used money to smash people... No wonder most of the extraordinary people in the low and medium sequences are so eager for money... Klein lowered his head and glanced at his breakfast.
They add up to only a few pennies!
After breakfast, Klein leisurely read the newspaper, sneezing from time to time, and rubbing his mouth and nose with the paper.
As soon as the church bell was calmed down at 8 o'clock, his doorbell was already ringing.
Klein saw Mike Joseph, a reporter from Daily Observer.
The reporter, who had beautiful blue eyes, two small beards but had rather rough skin, took off his hat and greeted him, then went straight to the topic:
Detective Moriarty, do you have any time to accept my commission?
Although I have a little cold, I am not suspicious of receiving the commission normally during this period... Klein, who had just had a vote, smiled and said:
I was slightly sick, but this did not affect my fighting and shooting.
Mike immediately smiled and said:
Thanks for your help.
Let's go now.
Well, Detective Moriarty, have you used breakfast?I ask you, as an employer, I should be responsible for your food today.
Please have me breakfast?Klein was stunned and said:
I just finished eating.
But I suggest you go to the East District to have breakfast so that you can see a lot of things. Just give me a cup of coffee.
……no problem.Mike pointed outside, the carriage I hired was waiting.
Klein looked him up and down and said:
Sir, you'd better dress a little worse, otherwise my job will be very busy.
Mike looked down at his tweed coat and said with some clarity:
Is this too eye-catching?
This is true in the East Side.Klein pointed inside and said, "I have some clothes specially prepared, well, our figures are similar."
Mike couldn't help but exclaim:
You are indeed professional.
Professional crime?Klein whispered.
After changing his outfit and becoming an ordinary worker, the two got on the carriage and headed to the edge of the East Side.
…………
Ah snee!
Klein pulled out the paper and wiped his mouth and nose, and hummed.
Because there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back into his pocket.
The food in this cafe is OK, of course, this is relative to the East Side residents.Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe around the corner of the street.
He has been here for breakfast several times when he occasionally lives in a nearby one-bedroom room.
It seems that it is already a better restaurant here.Mike doesn't think it's a cafe.
It was already past nine o'clock, and there were few customers in the cafe. Residents of the East District often used up breakfast at around seven o'clock and started working or looking for a job.
After ordering potato stewed beef, bread, coffee and other foods with Mike, Klein looked around and looked for a place by the window.
At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged and elderly man he had pretended to be a reporter to help.
He brought me here at the beginning... Why did he only use breakfast now... Klein changed his mind and said to Mike:
You have an interviewee.
He said as he walked towards the homeless man with a coffee cup.
The other party was still wearing the thick jacket before. His gray hair looked greasy and his beard was quite obvious, but the feeling of sleepiness between his eyebrows and eyes was no longer as blue and white as before, and his face was no longer so scary.
Good morning, we meet again.Klein sat opposite him, greeted him, and found that the other party's breakfast was a cheap tea with a penny and a large cup of tea.
The middle-aged and elderly man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:
Mr. Reporter, is it you?
...Kline laughed dryly, pointed to Mike next to him and said:
This is my colleague, who wants to conduct a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview.
Mike is an experienced and knowledgeable reporter. He didn't say much when he heard this, but just smiled and nodded, and greeted him.
As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't know it today, and the other party had borrowed a fake reporter's certificate from him!
It turns out you are really a reporter!The middle-aged and elderly man blurted out in surprise, but this does not prevent you from being a kind and kind person.
Klein asked with a smile:
How are you doing recently?
The middle-aged and elderly man drank a sip of tea and said:
With your help, I finally had a good sleep, had my stomach full, and was no longer so weak.
I initially wanted to find a job like that, just to make shoes, but they didn't want me and said my hands were shaking...
He lowered his head and laughed, skipping this passage:
Later, I went to the dock and found some jobs. I was very tired, but at least I had money to make money. I had already rented a floor shop at someone else's house, only 65 pence a week, and of course, I could only sleep at night.
Well, this is how I work at the dock. I went there early today and had nothing to eat. I raised my hands there and shouted my name and the name of the manager, but I still couldn't get picked, so I had to go back here.
Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon, and those people may have to be very busy in the morning and will not compete with us.
Klein listened quietly, drinking inferior coffee from time to time, while Mike took out paper and pen and quickly recorded.
He had heard that this kind of thing was when he understood the School of Life, but he did not expect that a witch king who was born, old, sick and dead in the Southern Continent had a similar view.
After the Pale Age at the end of the Quaternary Period, the Furious Sea became veritable, and the North and South continents were isolated from it and there was no longer any communication. The School of Life was formed in the early Fifth century, and it was obviously impossible to develop into the Southern continent before the Rossels found a safe channel.
The Witch King Karaman also belonged to the early days, and his active years were more than a thousand years since the invasion of the countries in the Northern Continent.
In other words, two extraordinary forces, which belong to the North and South continents and cannot communicate and communicate, chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the goddess of the night at about the same period.
Such coincidences make people have to consider why.
Could it be that a new god was born and the authority related to the moon was separated?
However, as a god, He should not be so unknown... Or, although the goddess stole the authority of the moon, the believers of the original moon god remained in the 4th and even the 3rd period, and after being separated from the North and South Continents, two flowers bloomed, one was the Witch King and the other was the Life School?
Klein made rough guesses, but he was struggling to narrow the scope without corresponding clues.
He gave up thinking for the time, seized the time, and quickly browsed the contents behind "The Book of Secrets".
In the preface, the Witch King Karaman said very directly that many of the rituals, secrets, astrology and summoning techniques in this book originate from the original Moon worship, and describes the corresponding names in detail:
The unique red moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual power.
There is a reputation!
But there is a lack of a more popular description like the Goddess of the Night and Mother Earth... If there was such a secret god, his followers would inevitably develop a simple title that was more suitable for verbal praise, rather than replacing the original worship of the moon... Klein realized a strange place and started analyzing it by relying on his own mystical knowledge.
Moreover, the use of the 'Scarlet Lord' to hold the ceremony will obviously point to the goddess, but using a very similar but more detailed name can bypass the goddess, point to their source of power, and point to the so-called primitive moon... I don't know what strange existence it is... Klein thought curiously and horrifiedly.
Because there was not so much time, he just quickly browsed the specific contents of the follow-up and found that as the Witch King Karaman himself said, many secrets and rituals pointed to the moon.
For Klein, this doesn't need to be too concerned. He won't copy those things and provoke the original moon who doesn't know what it is. What he wants to learn is the overall structure, design ideas and details of those secrets and rituals.
Only by grasping the hidden rules can he create his own secrets, rituals, astrology and summoning techniques that point to the King of Yellow and Black.
Maybe a long time later, I will have my own mysticism... Klein took off the spiritual pendulum on his wrist and finally confirmed the authenticity of "The Book of Secrets".
After getting the affirmative answer, he did not rush to use the extraordinary characteristics of werewolf's divination formula, and he would not sell it anyway. By the same token, he planned to slow down and study the origin of the biotoxin bottle.
He quickly returned to the real world, opened the curtains, and saw the sun that failed to illuminate the earth. It hid behind the clouds and haze, looking a little pale.
Ah snee!
Suddenly, Klein reached out to cover his mouth and nose and sneeze.
At this time, he realized that he had a headache, fever, and was not energetic enough, and seemed to have a cold.
As an extraordinary person in Sequence 7, I was actually sick… Klein pulled out a piece of paper and hummed.
He thought about it carefully and soon understood the reason:
The negative effect of biotoxin bottles is to gradually weaken the holder and develop into illness!
If you carry it for a longer time, you may even die of illness.
And this cannot be eliminated by spiritual shackles!
Last night, after the war, Klein was almost dry and his body was poisoned and weak, and he hid in the Leverage Church with a biotoxin bottle for half an hour...
Add to that time he spent returning to Minsk Street and he became shamefully ill.
Fortunately, it's not serious...it doesn't affect anything... Klein sneezes again, packs up and takes a hot bath.
After washing up, he specially fryed an egg to reward himself, which was fragrant.
A book of the Witch King's "The Book of Secrets", a magical object that is no worse than the sun brooch, and an extraordinary feature left by the Sequence 7 "Werewolf", made a lot of money this time... It's just that the extraordinary feature of the "Living Zombie" is regrettable... Klein sat at the dining table, calculating the harvest while eating.
Another thing that made him feel distressed was that he used a total of 11 extraordinary bullets, each of which was equivalent to nearly 10 pounds!
That is to say, I looked like I burned 100 pounds... I really used money to smash people... No wonder most of the extraordinary people in the low and medium sequences are so eager for money... Klein lowered his head and glanced at his breakfast.
They add up to only a few pennies!
After breakfast, Klein leisurely read the newspaper, sneezing from time to time, and rubbing his mouth and nose with the paper.
As soon as the church bell was calmed down at 8 o'clock, his doorbell was already ringing.
Klein saw Mike Joseph, a reporter from Daily Observer.
The reporter, who had beautiful blue eyes, two small beards but had rather rough skin, took off his hat and greeted him, then went straight to the topic:
Detective Moriarty, do you have any time to accept my commission?
Although I have a little cold, I am not suspicious of receiving the commission normally during this period... Klein, who had just had a vote, smiled and said:
I was slightly sick, but this did not affect my fighting and shooting.
Mike immediately smiled and said:
Thanks for your help.
Let's go now.
Well, Detective Moriarty, have you used breakfast?I ask you, as an employer, I should be responsible for your food today.
Please have me breakfast?Klein was stunned and said:
I just finished eating.
But I suggest you go to the East District to have breakfast so that you can see a lot of things. Just give me a cup of coffee.
……no problem.Mike pointed outside, the carriage I hired was waiting.
Klein looked him up and down and said:
Sir, you'd better dress a little worse, otherwise my job will be very busy.
Mike looked down at his tweed coat and said with some clarity:
Is this too eye-catching?
This is true in the East Side.Klein pointed inside and said, "I have some clothes specially prepared, well, our figures are similar."
Mike couldn't help but exclaim:
You are indeed professional.
Professional crime?Klein whispered.
After changing his outfit and becoming an ordinary worker, the two got on the carriage and headed to the edge of the East Side.
…………
Ah snee!
Klein pulled out the paper and wiped his mouth and nose, and hummed.
Because there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back into his pocket.
The food in this cafe is OK, of course, this is relative to the East Side residents.Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe around the corner of the street.
He has been here for breakfast several times when he occasionally lives in a nearby one-bedroom room.
It seems that it is already a better restaurant here.Mike doesn't think it's a cafe.
It was already past nine o'clock, and there were few customers in the cafe. Residents of the East District often used up breakfast at around seven o'clock and started working or looking for a job.
After ordering potato stewed beef, bread, coffee and other foods with Mike, Klein looked around and looked for a place by the window.
At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged and elderly man he had pretended to be a reporter to help.
He brought me here at the beginning... Why did he only use breakfast now... Klein changed his mind and said to Mike:
You have an interviewee.
He said as he walked towards the homeless man with a coffee cup.
The other party was still wearing the thick jacket before. His gray hair looked greasy and his beard was quite obvious, but the feeling of sleepiness between his eyebrows and eyes was no longer as blue and white as before, and his face was no longer so scary.
Good morning, we meet again.Klein sat opposite him, greeted him, and found that the other party's breakfast was a cheap tea with a penny and a large cup of tea.
The middle-aged and elderly man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:
Mr. Reporter, is it you?
...Kline laughed dryly, pointed to Mike next to him and said:
This is my colleague, who wants to conduct a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview.
Mike is an experienced and knowledgeable reporter. He didn't say much when he heard this, but just smiled and nodded, and greeted him.
As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't know it today, and the other party had borrowed a fake reporter's certificate from him!
It turns out you are really a reporter!The middle-aged and elderly man blurted out in surprise, but this does not prevent you from being a kind and kind person.
Klein asked with a smile:
How are you doing recently?
The middle-aged and elderly man drank a sip of tea and said:
With your help, I finally had a good sleep, had my stomach full, and was no longer so weak.
I initially wanted to find a job like that, just to make shoes, but they didn't want me and said my hands were shaking...
He lowered his head and laughed, skipping this passage:
Later, I went to the dock and found some jobs. I was very tired, but at least I had money to make money. I had already rented a floor shop at someone else's house, only 65 pence a week, and of course, I could only sleep at night.
Well, this is how I work at the dock. I went there early today and had nothing to eat. I raised my hands there and shouted my name and the name of the manager, but I still couldn't get picked, so I had to go back here.
Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon, and those people may have to be very busy in the morning and will not compete with us.
Klein listened quietly, drinking inferior coffee from time to time, while Mike took out paper and pen and quickly recorded.
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