Chapter 1082 - 30: "Luck"_3

Chapter 1082: Chapter 30: "Luck"_3

It’s like a folding stool, which can be openly carried into various occasions, and at the necessary time, transforms into a weapon among weapons.

"A cane? Then please come over here and take a look, we have several types that you can choose from..." The young man with bright blue eyes nodded upon hearing this, and walked out from behind the counter. He went to the shelves on the side wall, took down a cane, and handed it over. "How about this one? Many gentlemen prefer this type of cane."

"Let me see..."

Klein walked over naturally, and as he reached out to take the cane, his peripheral vision casually glanced at the counter.

The next moment, his whole body froze for a moment.

The reading material just placed on the counter came into view, and only after approaching did he realize it was not an ordinary book, but several sheets of yellowed manuscript. Under the gas lamp, neat square characters the size of fly heads were printed on the paper... The excessively bizarre and fantastic unfolding made him wonder if he had seen wrong, or was dreaming?

—— Wait, wait! It’s Roselle’s Diary again?!

—— He was just fretting about how difficult it was to collect these things, and then suddenly he turned around and came across several pages of the diary... What on earth is happening? It was said to be a very rare item!

A string of question marks slowly rose above Klein’s head; he felt somewhat baffled by this world—was it that Mr. Neil’s knowledge was too limited, giving wrong guidance, or that his luck was simply too good?

"How is it? Are you dissatisfied?" the shop owner asked.

"Yeah, it feels a bit light, do you have others..." Klein’s mind was still a mess, filled entirely with those few pages of diary, so he could only respond mechanically. He tried hard to suppress his gaze from drifting towards the counter, endeavoring to act natural, but... this was too much of a coincidence, and far too lucky!

So, the question was, how should he go about getting them?

Wait, wait, would such things possibly be in the hands of ordinary people?

The thought suddenly crossed his mind, causing Klein’s body to stiffen slightly. He subconsciously used his peripheral vision to glance at the young man beside him, who showed no concern as he turned around to take down new merchandise from the shelf: "If it’s not what you’re looking for, you can check these two models here. They have higher hardness and are naturally heavier..."

Seems quite normal, though maybe he couldn’t tell...

Hold on! Blackthorn Security Company is at the other end of this street, the branch of the Church’s official Extraordinary organization in Tingen City. If there were really a problem, surely it wouldn’t fall to him to discover it?

Thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind, and he felt slightly settled. He pretended to compare the two new canes, picking one that felt more comfortable, and after finding the price acceptable, he followed it to the counter to pay... Taking advantage of the moment when the boss was wrapping the cane, he quickly took a few more glances.

Confirmed it’s the diary of the old fellow!

He was filled with joy, looked at the shop owner who was concentrating on the wrapping, gritted his teeth, and then had an idea—

"Hey? Sir, your manuscripts are interesting, where did you get them? I’ve never seen this type of writing before..."

With a curious expression, Klein let his tone appear natural while also appearing to be genuinely attracted. He leaned on the counter, showing no attempt to hide his curiosity, gazing at those pages of manuscript behind the counter.

The young man, who had been relatively quiet, looked up upon hearing him, his deep blue eyes seemed to become interested: "Do you think this is a type of writing?"

Klein’s eyebrows twitched slightly; oops, he seemed a bit careless...

Based on Mr. Neil’s description, people completely believed that the simplified Chinese in Roselle’s Diary was a special symbol Emperor Roselle specifically invented to conceal the secrets he recorded... In other words, everyone instinctively assumed it was a special cipher, rather than an as-yet undiscovered language.

He tried hard to control his expression, his mind flashing lightning-fast through various messy thoughts, responding with a laugh: "It feels a bit like that, though I can’t be sure, but overall it looks like an independent style system, seemingly quite mature..."

After thinking for a moment, he laughed again and added, "Mainly because I’m a graduate student from Hoy University’s history department, frequently dealing with various languages and scripts. For example, I’ve studied everything from ancient Fusack language to Hermes text, specifically researched them, so maybe I’m more sensitive to writing..."

At this point, suddenly denying it would appear too suspicious.

So he simply nodded with the flow, admitting his belief—it’s just belief, surely there’s no issue?

Meanwhile, the identity patch he added, as a history department graduate curious in this area, with some personal insights, are all reasonable developments... Most importantly, this identity is completely true, and the corresponding historical skills can be verified, making this claim entirely reasonable.

"I see, perhaps your idea is correct..."

The young man nodded knowingly, without suspicion: "According to many people’s speculation, this is supposed to be... the diary of some historical figure. Many believe it must contain highly valuable information, seeking to unravel its mysteries, yet no one has ever succeeded, although many never give up..."

Indeed, he knows what this is, maybe not an ordinary person.

Is he an Extraordinary individual? Perhaps officially recognized, with a legal identity?

Klein hesitated slightly at that moment, unsure if he should continue implementing the plan, but... the old fellow’s diary was too important! Moreover, only he could decipher it; worst-case, he’d openly research it like Mr. Neil later on. As long as he didn’t announce any definitive results, it shouldn’t cause any trouble.

He made up his mind, and pretended to be surprised: "I hadn’t heard about such a thing before... So, do you intend to unravel its secrets too?"

"..."

"..."

The air fell silent.

"I don’t know if I want to or not, perhaps more out of an unconscious desire to explore."

After a moment of silence, the young man sighed lightly, fixing his gaze on the diary pages —

"I don’t want to know the secret to his rise; I just want to understand his life, to figure out what kind of person he really was... But I’m a bit worried, he wasn’t a perfect person, perhaps the more I learn, the more his image in my heart might shatter."

Klein couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed like a loyal fan of Emperor Roselle?

However, such a case would make his plan more likely to succeed.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Sir, it’s useless to think so much now. How about considering collaborating with me... If this really is a never-before-seen writing, it certainly has research value, perhaps becoming my next topic. And if I do succeed in deciphering it, that should be something you’d be happy to see."

A very reasonable reason.

The young man smiled, shook his head, and politely declined: "Sorry, I’ll consider it..."

When Klein walked out of the store, he undoubtedly appeared slightly disappointed, but also knew that this was the normal outcome. The other party couldn’t be persuaded so easily to hand over Roselle’s Diary.

No, as long as I haven’t been turned down completely, there’s still hope!

He shook his head, re-energizing himself, and as he approached the phone booth near the street corner, he looked back at the hat shop’s sign, memorizing the name he’d initially neglected.

"Shire’s Hat Shop..."

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Outskirts of Tingen.

A house with a lawn, garden, and a dark red chimney.

On the desk behind the bedroom window lay an ordinary notebook, and a slightly pale hand annoyedly tapped the table.

"Damn, why would Earth Angels appear in such a small place..."

"No, I must be more careful."