Chapter 625 The witch tastes really good

Chapter 625 The witch tastes really good

Heh, romantic anecdotes.

Bernadette just glanced at her old father who had been placed in the position of a romantic king by historians.

Roselle was on pins and needles. He always felt that this young comrade in front of him was not good at speaking. It would be fine if he could praise other aspects, but he had to praise his private life, and in front of his daughter.

Klein still said enthusiastically: "For a big man like you, this romantic anecdote is not a stain, but a life deed worthy of praise."

"..." Roselle took a deep breath and smiled: "That's all in the past. I have forgotten it long ago."

"It's okay. Your deeds have been recorded in the history books, and your vivid image has always lived in people's hearts. Especially the love poems you wrote, which are simply the favorites of all girls and even middle-aged and elderly women. Every line of poetry is the outburst of your most passionate and free soul."

Hearing this, Hasta almost laughed out loud. Klein must have deliberately used this way of speaking to tease Roselle.

This is the way of greeting when fellow villagers meet. It's really special.

"Thank you for the compliment. The current era belongs to the young." Russell showed a vicissitudes of life smile.

"Even if you have disappeared for a long time, the diary you wrote has been passed down, constantly inspiring everyone who explores knowledge."

"Wait a minute." Russell caught the key words and raised his voice slightly, "Did you say it was a diary just now?"

"Yes, didn't you write a lot?" Klein asked innocently, "It's the manuscripts written in your unique words. A lot of them have been passed down. Don't you remember it yourself?"

No way, can someone really decipher the Chinese characters and understand the diaries I wrote?

For the first time, Russell felt the shock in his heart, panic, embarrassed, and his face was hot.

At this moment, he didn't dare to look at the expression on his baby daughter's face, for fear that she could also understand the content of his diary.

Too shameful!

Too embarrassing!

If I were given another chance, I would never write a diary again!

Russell screamed in his heart, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Can you understand the content of those words?"

"I can only decipher a little bit." Klein showed a shameful expression, "Even after several generations of efforts, we can't fully master the deciphering method of this kind of text. We can only barely decipher a little bit of the content."

"This is already a great feat." Russell secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My teacher once deciphered one of the sentences, and I don't know if it's true or not." Klein sighed, and then under Russell's nervous gaze, he slowly said: "The taste of witch is really good, maybe that's what it means."

Hasta on the side has already quietly raised his head slightly, looking up at the starry sky, slightly diverting his attention to avoid accidentally laughing out loud.

"..." Russell's expression froze, but he reacted quickly and chuckled, "I don't remember writing about this."

Klein lowered his head slightly and said, "I also think my teacher made a mistake in deciphering. Witches are such evil creatures. The breath flowing from their bodies is foul. How can they taste good?"

Rosel smiled and said, "You are right. It makes sense. You will definitely surpass your teacher in the future."

At this time, Cattleya came with new flower tea and snacks.

Before Klein said anything else, Russell turned slightly and said, "Don't you know Mr. Hastur? You guys chat."

He was afraid that if he continued to chat, he would not be able to help but beat up the man in front of him named Gehrman Sparrow!

Do you know how to chat?

There is so much knowledge in the diary. If you decipher a little bit, it will be enough to benefit you for life. But you went to decipher a witch!

And you deciphered the most critical sentence!

But speaking of it, witches do have a unique taste.

"Heh, the witch tastes really good." A cold laugh sounded in his ears. Roselle didn't need to look up to know that his lie just now could not be hidden from his daughter.

Taro crisps, there are taro here, it's really good.

Roselle didn't look up either, just sat quietly on the side, calmly drinking flower tea and tasting snacks.

"Mr. Klein, you have come from afar, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Bernadette invited, and Klein sat opposite Roselle naturally.

This made Roselle speechless, but it was difficult to turn against him, so he could only let the other party's eager eyes keep looking at him.

Hasta smiled at the corner of his mouth and watched this scene. He was still waiting for Klein to continue to do some tricks.

Bernadette didn't speak either, and also chose to watch.

Klein was thinking about whether to show his cards directly.

He already knew that Hasta was a traverser like himself, and he had talked frankly. Roselle must be a traverser as well.

Now that the three of them are here, if they want to show their cards, this is the best time.

Klein pondered for a while and looked at Hastur. Hastur had no intention of showing off. He looked at Roselle, who clearly disliked him.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Cattleya looked at the scene for a while and consciously left.

"Mr. Hasta, you have also studied the diaries left by Emperor Roselle. I wonder if you have made any significant gains?" Klein decided to throw the topic to Hasta and see his true attitude.

Roselle's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

The stars watched everything, and their era was also under the watchful eyes of the stars. Chinese characters were no secrets to the stars.

"It's probably some romantic anecdotes." Hasta just said lightly.

Klein naturally took over the conversation and said, "My teacher thinks so too. He thinks that these diaries left by Emperor Roselle mainly record some unknown experiences and secrets in his life."

"Now, you can directly ask the parties involved to confirm your teacher's conjecture."

This is obviously a word of instigation and instigation. Klein heard the true meaning of Hasta's words and asked Roselle, who was looking gloomy, "Respected Emperor Roselle, why did you write those diaries and let them be passed down to future generations?"

Haha, I was crazy at the time, right?

Isn't it okay?

Who says that decent people can't write diaries?

Roselle sneered in his heart, and with a look of reminiscence on his face, he sighed: "What happened in the past is as easy as smoke. The diary I wrote at that time was mainly about the insights of extraordinary ways, some taboo knowledge that cannot be clearly recorded, in order to give later generations an opportunity to learn from and learn."

Although it was a bit evasive, it was true. Hastur commented in his heart.

"Your character is so great, it is really admirable." Klein complimented.

"I have made too many contributions to mankind in my life. This little thing seems insignificant compared to my vast and magnificent life." Roselle closed his eyes slightly.

Is it installed again?

Hastur and Klein looked at each other, then tacitly looked away, ready to tear it down.

Klein took a sip of tea, cleared his throat and said: "What is the most unforgettable thing in your great life?"

"When I prepared the mausoleum for myself in advance." Roselle said this lightly.

"You know life but know death. Your wisdom really makes future generations ashamed." Klein changed the subject after he finished speaking: "Now there is an organization called Tarot Club. It is said that they were created based on the 22 tarot cards you passed down. Do you still remember these 22 tarot cards?"

"That is also the knowledge I left to future generations. It is an opportunity, a gift, and a gift." Roselle has gradually found his original state.

"Tarot cards?" Hasta took over the conversation, and a tarot card that looked like a bookmark suddenly appeared on his fingertips. "Is this the tarot card that has been passed down?"

Klein cooperated very well and said: "Yes, this is the tarot card left by Emperor Roselle. There are only 22 cards. Mr. Hasta, you are so lucky!"

Klein's surprised voice attracted the attention of Roselle and Bernadette.

A tarot card?

Which one would it be?

It can't be that one, right?

A strong sense of foreboding suddenly surged in Roselle's heart. His lips moved slightly and his pupils shrank slightly.

"This tarot card is really interesting." Bernadette, who had already walked to Hasta's side, saw the content of this tarot card clearly and made a short comment.

Hasta glanced at Russell with a smile and spread the tarot card on the tea table.

A tarot card with the image of the Black Emperor, and Russell on the card was particularly heroic.

"Yes, this is the tarot card. It is said that it contains the secret of becoming a god. It will not be easily damaged. It also has various magical abilities such as anti-divination and secrets." Klein gave a professional appraisal.

Russell then slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not that tarot card.

Yes, how could there be such a coincidence.

"Is this the tarot card that records extraordinary knowledge?" Hasta chuckled and said, "I have another one here."

Why is there another one!

Seeing Hasta take out another tarot card, Russell's heart almost rose to his throat.