Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 384 Klein Hermes

"Hey, why am I here?"

After shouting this sentence, Klein woke up.

But looking at the men and women watching him with all kinds of eyes, he was a little dazed for a while.

"Mr Pallez, what's the matter?"

Klein asked the assistant principal for help.

"You were too involved in your research, and all the guests thought you were sick, so I woke you up."

Assistant Pallez said.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this. It scared me to death. I thought the thesis was really going to be changed a lot. Hehe."

Klein touched his head.

"What are the tattoos on your body?"

Lu Mingfei asked suddenly.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Klein didn't answer, but looked at him suspiciously.

Lu Mingfei's oppressive power is more effective for normal people and bad people, but the tattooed youth in front of him is obviously neither.

"This is a gentleman from Huaguo, who wants to donate a library to our university."

Pallez explained.

"Oh."

Klein responded without interest.

With the efficiency of the British renovation team, the new library will take at least three to five years to complete.

At that time, he had already graduated, and unless he stayed in school as a teacher, he would not be needed.

"Then why don't you donate some books?"

he muttered not too quietly.

"It's good to have a donation, just keep your mouth shut."

Assistant Pallez obviously knew Klein very well, so he didn't have any scruples about speaking.

"You can donate books."

Lu Mingfei said.

"What did you say?"

Klein stared at him blankly.

"You can donate books, but you have to answer my questions."

Lu Mingfei repeated it.

"One specific book per question, and it must be genuine."

Klein's gaze sharpened.

"Yes, but your answer must be detailed enough."

he nodded.

"make a deal."

Klein stretched out his hand proactively, with a little bit of confusion on his face.

Lu Mingfei took Finger to Klein's dormitory, while Chu Zihang led the team to meet with the principal of the University of Michigan.

Anyway, the representative on the bright side is Connie Windsor, and it doesn't matter whether he goes or not.

And Fingal is brought because his English is the best, and he can help translate an uncommon word or something.

The two followed Klein to his bedroom.

The accommodation conditions at the University of Michigan are quite good. The single-person suite with one bedroom and one living room has an area of ​​about forty square meters.

However, Klein managed to fill up the dormitory with books, drafts, and messy things.

The three of them stood in the living room with almost no place to stay.

"Sorry, no one usually comes, so I didn't clean up much."

Klein said with some embarrassment.

"You bought all these books?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at the books. There are many types of books, including academic works and fantasy novels.

"Mostly, and some borrowed from other people and libraries."

Klein replied.

He picked up some books carefully, and pushed some books aside roughly.

The two of them didn't know what criteria his differential treatment was based on, probably ownership.

After walking into his bedroom, the congestion situation improved a lot. Presumably, Klein also knew that sleeping in the ocean of knowledge is easy to drown.

"Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

Klein asked.

"But I only have bottled water and bags of sweet tea here."

He added.

"No need, let's get to the point."

Lu Mingfei said.

Although the young man in front of him didn't look like a cultist, he wasn't interested in chatting either.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Klein nestled into his chair like a cat coming home.

A little polite, but not much.

"What's with the tattoo on your body?"

Lu Mingfei asked straight to the point.

"Oh, it's a kind of talisman."

Klein said.

"And it's not a tattoo, it's just a tattoo sticker."

He stretched out his arm and rubbed vigorously on a tattoo, and the tattoo immediately became a paste.

"Be more detailed."

"Okay. I found this symbol in a book introducing primitive culture, and then I found similar symbols in other places."

"This kind of symbol has no fixed name, 'stigmata', 'divine pattern', 'heavenly book', but I call it 'old seal'."

Klein introduced.

Elder Sign, the mark of the old days.

"what's it for?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"There are many theories. Primitive people believed that it could ward off ferocious beasts. The Sumerians believed that tattooing it on their bodies would get better treatment in Apus after death."

Sumerian civilization is one of the oldest civilizations that can be verified, and Apus is the underworld in Sumerian mythology.

Regardless of whether it is a god or a human being, after death, they will receive different treatment in Apus according to their actions during their lifetime.

"There are many other theories, so I won't list them one by one. Because according to my research, the old seal does not have these functions, and it only has one function."

After saying a long list in one breath, Klein temporarily stopped.

"what?"

Lu Mingfei waited for him to breathe a sigh of relief and asked.

"Used to disgust certain beings."

Klein said.

"disgust?"

"Yes, I read it in a book called "Shadows in the Mountains". The protagonist and his friends were exploring the mountains and encountered a group of terrifying monsters. They fled behind a stone carved with the old seal , the monsters stopped pursuing. But after they tried to shoot, the monsters overturned the stones angrily and tore them apart."

Klein's eloquence was not bad, and he told a short story vividly.

"This also confirms my guess. They just hate the old seal, but they are not very afraid."

"Who is the author of that book?"

"I don't know. It's a manuscript. I bought it from a flea market. It has changed hands at least seven or eight times, and the seller doesn't know who the original owner is."

Klein shrugged.

"The certain existence you mentioned, do you mean those monsters in the novel?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"More than that, many, I don't know what they are or where they are, but I know they exist."

As Klein spoke, his eyes blurred again.

"Authentic books will not be sent."

he said quietly.

"No, this is the agreed price!"

Klein immediately came back to his senses.

Lu Mingfei didn't take his strange performance seriously. This kind of researcher is more or less crazy. Whether he is engaged in technology or humanities, he is used to it.

"You put so many old seals on your body, is it to guard against those existences?"

He pointed to the tattoo stickers on Klein's body.

"That's right. However, I don't recommend you to ask any further. This knowledge is too dangerous for ordinary people like you."

Klein said kindly.

"puff."

Fingel, who had been silent all this time, didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Lu Mingfei is an ordinary person, this is probably the most outstanding cold joke of this century.

I don't know if those dragons who were hacked to death by Lu Mingfei would jump out of their cocoons in anger when they heard this sentence.

Klein glanced at Fingel suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

He has always been less interested in things that have nothing to do with research.

"It's okay, I'm a professional."

Lu Mingfei said.

"That's fine, since you insist."

Klein got up and took out a large book from the drawer of the bedside table.

The book is very thick, with at least a few hundred pages, and it is made of sheepskin, so it is expensive at first glance.

On the cover made of coated paper, the title of the book is written in English.

"Necronomicon"

Necronomicon.

(End of this chapter)