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Translators: Lancent, Sfile

For a moment, Klein thought that he had transmigrated back. What made him recognize the reality were the elegant gas lamp surrounded by brass grids and the silver-inlaid tin can where Old Neil kept his ground coffee.

[Was Russell the Great, the transmigrator senior, from the same country as me?

[So he had been using Chinese characters, which do not exist in this world, to record his secrets?]

With an indescribable feeling of "meeting an old friend in a new world", Klein quickly started to read the three pale yellowish pages in his hand.

“November 18th, what a wonderful thing. An imaginative experiment and an unforeseen mistake allowed me to discover a poor guy who is trapped in the storms and lost in the deep darkness. He can only come slightly close to the real world at full moon every month. Yet, he had been unable to send his voice out. Fortunately, he met me, the protagonist of this era.”

“After writing the above paragraph and reading it myself, I suddenly felt somewhat sorrowful. Even with Chinese characters, I wrote in a strongly translated tone. 40 years is like a blink of an eye. My past memories are like dreams now.”

“January 1st, 1184, a grand New Year’s party. Lady Florelle is such a charming beauty.”

“January 2nd, the officers in my foreign affairs committee are all foolish donkeys!”

“January 3rd, my decision back then was too hasty. From what I understand now, no matter it is the 'Apprentice', the 'Diviner' or the 'Stealer', they are all much better choices. What a shame, there is no turning back.”

“January 4th, why are my kids so stupid? I’ve told them a thousand times not to be fooled by those priests. Well, maybe the priests are being fooled themselves. The key to potions is not commanding its powers, but digestion! It is not discovery, but acting! The names of the potions are not only the core symbols, but also the discrete impressions, and the ‘keys’ to digestion!”

“September 22nd, the alliance against me is forming. From Forsaq to the north, Ruen to the east, and Feneteau to the south, my enemies have finally come together. But I have no fear. I will teach them a lesson. The generational gaps in weapons and knowledge cannot be compensated by numbers and low-level Sequencers. Moreover, it’s not that I don’t have low-level Sequencers. On the other hand, if they want to compare the high-level ones, huh, have they forgotten who am I?”

“September 23nd, I’ve lost contact with the ship looking for the ‘God Abandoned Land’. I should consider inventing wireless telegram. I hope it won’t be affected by the storm.”

“September 24th. Miss Isaka is more attractive than Lady Florelle… Well, maybe I am just being nostalgic about my youth.”

Since these were copies, and due to the complexity of Chinese characters, each character was magnified. Therefore, there was not much content on each page. Moreover, for preservation and research purposes, the pages were blank on the back. Even so, Klein was more than excited to read them. In particular, Russell the Great's description on the key points of potions gave him the great excitement of learning an invaluable secret.

[This may be the beacon light for my future Extraordinary path!

[Well, the three pages belong to diaries at different times. It seems Russell the Great only stated which year it was at the beginning of the year. It is hard to tell which year does the September page and November page belongs to.

[Who is the poor guy that he discovered?

[What exactly do digestion and acting mean?

“Where is the God Abandoned Land?”

Doubts and surprises were bubbling in Klein’s mind. He could not wait to collect all of Russell the Great’s diaries and read them together!

“Klein?” At this moment, Old Neil on the other side asked with confusion.

Klein was suddenly awakened. He tried to cover it up with a laugh.

“I thought that I could be the most special one. I was trying to decipher and interpret them.”

“What a young man.” Old Neil chuckled and nodded, “I used to think that I was the most special one too.”

Klein flipped through the three pages again to make sure he did not miss anything out. Then, he returned them back and pretended to ask inadvertently.

“Are these all that we have?”

[I want to see more of Russell the Great's diary!]

“You think there are many pages?” Caressing the scripts, Old Neil’s wrinkles deepened and he mocked, “There aren’t many incidents involving extraordinaries and mysteries every year in the first place. Well, it is mainly due to the extinction of many extraordinary species in the Northern Continent. Without them, there aren’t many potions, so there are fewer Extraordinaries. In the past hundreds of years, dragons, giants, and elves have all become records on the books. Now, even seafolks are no-longer seen in coastal waters.”

Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly thought of a meme, so he immediately suggested with a smile.

“I think it is about time to form the ‘Dragons & Giants Conservation Association’.”

Old Neil was confused, it took him a while to understand what that meant. When he finally came to it, he gently knocked on the table and laughed heartily. It was not very gentlemanly.

“Haha, Klein, you are a humorous one. This is the tradition of the Kingdom of Ruen, a young man cannot go wrong with humor. I think we can’t be so narrow-minded. Why only dragons and giants? We should call it ‘Magical Animals Conservation Association’.”

“No, no, no, how can we forget those poor plants?” Klein shook his head.

Upon saying that, he and Old Neil looked at each other, and called out in unison.

“Magical Creatures Conservation Association!”

As soon as those words were spoken, the duo grinned in tacit understanding. The awkwardness drifting in the air dissipated considerably.

“There are very few young people as interesting as you… Where was I?” Old Neil’s winkles formed a smile on his face, he said, “Oh, I got it. There aren’t many incidents involving Extraordinaries and mysteries every year in the first place. The idiots who worship Russell the Great are the minorities among the minorities. It’s pretty lucky enough for us to acquire these three pages… Well, there should be more in other central churches or dioceses…”

He murmured a few words and picked up the note that Klein left on the table. He took a look at it and said.

“Are they pistol bullets, rifle bullets or steam-pressured gun bullets?”

“It’s a revolver,” Klein answered honestly.

“Ok, I’ll go get them. Ahem, do you have an armpit holster? As a gentleman, you wouldn’t want your waist and below to look bulging in public.” Old Neil made a joke that all men understood.

“Well, no. Do I need to find the captain to add it on?” Klein laughed cooperatively.

Old Neil stood up and said.

“No. Just recording it is fine. This belongs to ‘accessory items’. Repeat after me, ‘accessory items’.”

“Were you a teacher before?” Klein felt funny and asked.

“I’ve stayed for a while at the Church’s Sunday school and free school.” Old Neil swung the note, took out a key from the drawer, and opened the iron door to the inner chamber.

[Extraordinaries aren’t much different than ordinary people…] Klein silently murmured, then cast his eye over the three pages of diary on the table.

[Russell the Great was indeed involved in the extraordinary realm…

[His diary is priceless…

[For others, it is useless paper. No one knows how to decipher it. For me, it’s a valuable treasure!

[I am wondering where the rest of the diary is…

[I need to find ways to get more pages…]

Klein’s mind was surging, he could hardly pull himself together when Old Neil came out from the inner chamber and closed the iron door.

“Ten demon-hunting bullets, thirty revolver bullets, a leather armpit holster, and a badge of the Special Operation Division Seventh Squad. Please count them, give them a try, and sign on the record book.” Old Neil put the items on the table.

The revolver bullets were packed in a paper box, divided into three layers, and neatly arranged. They were glistening in yellow, just like those in Klein’s home but they seemed narrower.

The “demon-hunting bullets” were packed in a small iron case. Their shapes were the same as normal revolver bullets, but the surfaces were silver. Dazzling complex patterns could be found if one made a closer examination. There were even small sacred emblems of “stars and half a red moon on a black background” engraved on the bottoms of the bullets.

The leather holster felt solid and its belt had a buckle on it. The half-palm-sized badge next to it had an iron-colored background. The silver inlaid texts of “Awwa County Police Department” and “Special Operation Division Seventh Squad” formed two almost closed circles, surrounding the “Double-Sword across Royal Crown” symbol.

“What a pity. This is not the badge of the Night Watchers,” Klein said half regretfully and half probingly.

Old Neil just gave a smile. Then, he urged Klein to try on the armpit holster.

Taking off the jacket, Klein took great efforts to buckle up the holster and placed it tightly under his left armpit.

“Not bad.” He did not take it off but put on his suit jacket instead.

Old Neil took a glance and nodded with satisfaction.

“Fits you very well. My choices are as accurate as always.”

Having put the rest of items in the pocket and signed his name on the record book, Klein exchanged a few small talks with Old Neil and said goodbye.

When he had walked out, he suddenly patted his forehead with frustration.

“I’ve forgotten to ask more about the Sequences and potions. It is all because of Russell the Great’s diary…”

Until this time, he still did not know what was the complete Sequence path that the Church of the Goddess of the Night possessed, which started with Sequence 9.

[Roseanne seems to have mentioned… the Sleepless? ] While Klein was slowly moving towards the stairs, a person came down the steps.

He wore tight trousers which were easy to wear, with a white shirt that was not tucked in, and had the romantic temperament of a poet. He was the dark-haired and green-pupils police officer who had searched Klein’s home the other day. They had already met upstairs but had not talked to each other.

“Good afternoon.” The poet-looking young Night Watcher greeted with a smile.

“Good afternoon. I don’t think I need a self-introduction right?” Klein replied with a sense of humor.

“There is no need. I have a deep impression of you.” The young Night Watcher reached out his right hand and said, “Leonard Mitchell, Sequence 8, ‘Midnight Poet’.”

[Sequence 8… And he is really a poet…] Klein gently shook his hand and asked with a smile.

“Why do you have a deep impression of me?”

Leonard Mitchel’s green eyes were deep and mysterious. He answered with a slight smile.

“You have a very special temperament.”

[…That sounds so gay…] Klein’s mouth faintly twitched. He forced a smile and said. “I don’t think so.”

“Having encountered such an incident and you managed to survive without receiving any protection from us. That is unique enough.” Leonard pointed to the front, “I will need to replace Captain in his shift. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” Klein stepped aside and gave way.

When Klein disappeared at the end of the stairs, Leonard Mitchell suddenly turned around. He gazed at the dim yellowish light and the cold stone floor for a moment. Then, he spoke to himself in a low voice.

“Did you see that …”

“Indeed, there is nothing special about him…"

TN:
updated sea beings to sea folks

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