Chapter: 204
He flipped through the corresponding card again, and pointed out the location of the bookshelf to Klein.
When Klein came there, he scanned the issue numbers one by one, and pulled out the few books mentioned by his mentor.
Then, he randomly found a seat by the window and sat down, looking through the materials in the quiet library under the bright afternoon sun.
"...ancient ruins exist not only on the main peak of the Hornaches Mountains, but also widely in the woodlands, valleys and gentle slopes around the main peak..."
"...These ruins are composed of towering domes and huge stone pillars, which can be described intuitively as 'magnificent'..."
"... What makes people wonder is how the aborigines here mined and polished these stones? First of all, we assume that they mined them locally and did not need to be transported up the mountain..."
"...A strange rule is that the closer to the top of the mountain, the bigger the relics, but what is surprising is that there are no relics on the top of the mountain. According to our speculation, there should be a palace here that is not like a human building, used for sacrifices Temple..."
It's not like a palace built by humans...a temple used for sacrifice...could it be the one I saw in my dream? While Klein was thinking, he suddenly heard a few footsteps approaching from far away.
He looked up and saw a familiar face, the one that often appeared in the newspapers.
Square face, thick eyebrows, strong nose, dark blond short hair, blue eyes, tight lips, all belong to Tingen celebrity, philanthropist, entrepreneur, owner of this library, de Vere Sir.
Beside Deville was the middle-aged butler Klein had seen before.
Klein watched them pass by at a distance of about ten meters, raised his right hand curiously, and tapped twice between his eyebrows.
Various colors emerged, and the aura came into his eyes. Klein casually inspected Sir Deville's state.
"The body is very healthy, and there are almost no hidden problems... The mood is very bad, and there is weakness in the gloom... Mental weakness? Can't sleep well? But the problem is, there is nothing wrong with the purple on his head..." Klein said nothing While talking to themselves, Sir Deville and his party walked further and further away, leaving the library.
Looking away, Klein pinched his forehead and secretly sighed: "It's not easy to be a rich man..."
He didn't pay much attention to this matter, and turned his attention to the periodicals and magazines in front of him again.
After reading each article, Klein did not find any useful clues, but only confirmed a few things:
First of all, there was indeed an ancient country on and around the main peak of the Hornages Mountains; secondly, the history of this ancient country can be traced back to at least 1,500 years ago; thirdly, their architectural style is mainly grand, leaving Various murals were placed, and it can be seen from the murals that they believed that after death, they would protect their relatives in the dark; finally, in those ruins, symbols symbolizing the dark night can be seen everywhere, but they are also related to the holy emblem of the dark night. Significantly different.
"If there's a chance, no, even if there's a chance, I won't go there!" Klein gritted his teeth and whispered, deciding to stay away from death.
He packed up the periodicals and magazines and put them back to their original positions. Then, he put on his top hat, lifted his cane, and left the Deville Library.
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Fortune Teller Club.
Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of the reception and said, "I want to divination."
Angelica smiled politely: "Do you have a designated fortune teller? Or, browse through our introduction and choose the one that suits you best."
Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen, took a breath silently and said, "I want to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to help me with divination."
"But Mr. Moretti is not here today." Angelica replied without confirmation.
Bogda fell silent for a moment, walked back and forth two steps and asked, "When will Mr. Moretti come over?"
"No one knows, he has his own business. According to my observation, he comes most often on Monday afternoon." Angelica said while thinking.
"Okay." Bogda's face darkened, and he turned to leave.
"Sir, you can also choose other fortunetellers, such as the famous Mr. Heinus Vincent in Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to save the business. JrNovels.com
When Klein came there, he scanned the issue numbers one by one, and pulled out the few books mentioned by his mentor.
Then, he randomly found a seat by the window and sat down, looking through the materials in the quiet library under the bright afternoon sun.
"...ancient ruins exist not only on the main peak of the Hornaches Mountains, but also widely in the woodlands, valleys and gentle slopes around the main peak..."
"...These ruins are composed of towering domes and huge stone pillars, which can be described intuitively as 'magnificent'..."
"... What makes people wonder is how the aborigines here mined and polished these stones? First of all, we assume that they mined them locally and did not need to be transported up the mountain..."
"...A strange rule is that the closer to the top of the mountain, the bigger the relics, but what is surprising is that there are no relics on the top of the mountain. According to our speculation, there should be a palace here that is not like a human building, used for sacrifices Temple..."
It's not like a palace built by humans...a temple used for sacrifice...could it be the one I saw in my dream? While Klein was thinking, he suddenly heard a few footsteps approaching from far away.
He looked up and saw a familiar face, the one that often appeared in the newspapers.
Square face, thick eyebrows, strong nose, dark blond short hair, blue eyes, tight lips, all belong to Tingen celebrity, philanthropist, entrepreneur, owner of this library, de Vere Sir.
Beside Deville was the middle-aged butler Klein had seen before.
Klein watched them pass by at a distance of about ten meters, raised his right hand curiously, and tapped twice between his eyebrows.
Various colors emerged, and the aura came into his eyes. Klein casually inspected Sir Deville's state.
"The body is very healthy, and there are almost no hidden problems... The mood is very bad, and there is weakness in the gloom... Mental weakness? Can't sleep well? But the problem is, there is nothing wrong with the purple on his head..." Klein said nothing While talking to themselves, Sir Deville and his party walked further and further away, leaving the library.
Looking away, Klein pinched his forehead and secretly sighed: "It's not easy to be a rich man..."
He didn't pay much attention to this matter, and turned his attention to the periodicals and magazines in front of him again.
After reading each article, Klein did not find any useful clues, but only confirmed a few things:
First of all, there was indeed an ancient country on and around the main peak of the Hornages Mountains; secondly, the history of this ancient country can be traced back to at least 1,500 years ago; thirdly, their architectural style is mainly grand, leaving Various murals were placed, and it can be seen from the murals that they believed that after death, they would protect their relatives in the dark; finally, in those ruins, symbols symbolizing the dark night can be seen everywhere, but they are also related to the holy emblem of the dark night. Significantly different.
"If there's a chance, no, even if there's a chance, I won't go there!" Klein gritted his teeth and whispered, deciding to stay away from death.
He packed up the periodicals and magazines and put them back to their original positions. Then, he put on his top hat, lifted his cane, and left the Deville Library.
����
Fortune Teller Club.
Bogda looked at the beautiful lady in charge of the reception and said, "I want to divination."
Angelica smiled politely: "Do you have a designated fortune teller? Or, browse through our introduction and choose the one that suits you best."
Bogda pressed the right side of his abdomen, took a breath silently and said, "I want to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to help me with divination."
"But Mr. Moretti is not here today." Angelica replied without confirmation.
Bogda fell silent for a moment, walked back and forth two steps and asked, "When will Mr. Moretti come over?"
"No one knows, he has his own business. According to my observation, he comes most often on Monday afternoon." Angelica said while thinking.
"Okay." Bogda's face darkened, and he turned to leave.
"Sir, you can also choose other fortunetellers, such as the famous Mr. Heinus Vincent in Tingen City." Angelica tried her best to save the business. JrNovels.com
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