Author: Youjiu L

"Hey, why am I here?"

After shouting this sentence, Klein woke up.

But looking at the men and women looking at him with various eyes, he was a little confused for a moment.

"Mr. Pales, what's going on?"

Klein asked the assistant principal for help.

"You were so engrossed in your research that the guests thought you were sick, so I woke you up."

Assistant Pales said.

"Oh, that's it. It scared me to death. I thought the paper was really going to be revised. Hehe."

Klein touched his head.

"What are the tattoos on your body?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Klein did not answer, but looked at him doubtfully.

Lu Mingfei's pressure is more effective on normal people and bad people, but the tattooed young man in front of him is obviously neither.

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

Pales explained.

"oh."

Klein responded without interest.

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

He had graduated long ago by that time, and unless he stayed in school to become a teacher, he wouldn't be able to use it.

"Then why not donate some books?"

he muttered not too quietly.

"It would be nice if you can donate. Just shut your mouth."

Assistant Pales is obviously very familiar with Klein, so he has no scruples in speaking.

"You can donate books."

Lu Mingfei said.

"What did you say?"

Klein looked at him blankly.

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

Lu Mingfei repeated it.

"One question requires a designated book, and it must be genuine."

Klein's eyes sharpened.

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

He nodded.

"make a deal."

Klein took the initiative to reach out his hand, but there was still a trace of confusion on his face.

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

Anyway, the official representative is Connie Windsor, it doesn't matter whether he goes or not.

I brought Fingel with me because his English was the best and he could help translate some rare words.

The two followed Klein to his dormitory.

The accommodation conditions at the University of Michigan are pretty good. A single suite with one bedroom and one living room has an area of ​​about 40 square meters.

However, Klein succeeded in filling the dormitory with books, drafts and random sundries.

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

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

Klein said with some embarrassment.

"Did you buy all these books?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at it and saw that the categories of books were very diverse, including academic works and fantasy novels.

"Most of them are, and some are borrowed from other people and the library."

Klein replied.

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

Neither of them knew what standard he based his differential treatment on, but it was probably ownership.

Entering his bedroom, the congestion situation became much better. Klein probably also knew that sleeping in the ocean of knowledge would easily lead to drowning.

"Sit down, do you want 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 had no interest in small talk.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Klein nestled into his chair, like a cat at home.

A little polite, but not much.

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

Lu Mingfei asked straight to the point.

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

Klein said.

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

He stretched out his arm and rubbed hard on a tattoo, and the tattoo immediately became mushy.

"Be more detailed."

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

"This kind of symbol does not have a fixed name, 'Stigmata', 'Divine Pattern', 'Heavenly Book', but I call it 'Old Seal'."

Klein introduced.

Elder Sign, the mark of the past.

"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 if you tattooed it on your body, you would get better treatment in Apsali after death."

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

Regardless of whether they are gods or humans, after death, they will receive different treatment in Aps based on what they did during their lifetime.

"There are many other opinions, so I won't list them all. Because according to my research, the old seal does not have these effects. It has only one function."

After saying a lot in one breath, Klein stopped temporarily.

"What?"

Lu Mingfei asked after he took a breath.

"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 with an old seal engraved on it.

, the monsters stopped chasing. But after they tried to shoot, the monsters angrily overturned the rocks and tore them into pieces."
To be continued...