Klein shuddered for no apparent reason, but he could not figure out why.
He rubbed his brow, quelled the palpitations, and looked back at the final diary entry:
"Learning to walk... using circles in place of words he couldn't write. Could it be... that transmigrator predecessor was a child?"
The guess left Klein with mixed feelings for a moment.
Was transmigration so competitive these days? People were starting as children?
Then wouldn't I be unable to obtain hidden knowledge from this "predecessor" as I did from Emperor Roselle's Diary?
The thought had barely formed before Klein nearly laughed at his own stupidity.
The man might merely have been a child when he transmigrated, but he would grow up eventually. If he kept the habit of writing a diary, he would surely leave something useful behind.
"Ah, I just don't know when I'll get hold of his diaries from after he grew up."
Just as he thought that, he saw the diary Edward had submitted, another entry from that predecessor:
"Today, I met a woman. She seemed very strange and kept following me, refusing to leave. I got so angry that I beat her up."
He quickly finished reading the page, then was utterly dumbfounded:
What was all this about meeting women and beating women? And more importantly, this predecessor was a damn cliffhanger merchant?!
Had he not known that the man had most likely been a child when he transmigrated, Klein would certainly have questioned his mental state.
Reining in his various guesses, Klein made the diary vanish from his hands and looked at everyone.
"You may trade or converse freely now."
Little Sun Derrick, who had been holding back for quite some time, was the first to raise his hand. He looked at Edward and asked eagerly:
"Mr. Tower,