The problem, of course, was how to get to the relics in order to study them. ‘Almost got it,’ The artificer said. ‘Keep that staff of yours read..., Arantash. There’s no telling if something was locked inside as well as our artifacts.’ ‘As always, Lady Scrius.’ Arantash replied. Most knights preferred the longsword, greatsword or even the mace, but Arantash was well trained and capable of delivering powerful strikes with a staff. A simple weapon of the people, one of the poor and desperate,. Not a trace of the unnecessary. Although simple, it is filled with a rustic feel, simply the style of ancient times. Connecting this with the clothing on his body, his otherworldly look, You XiaoMo makes the sad discovery that he has been transported to the backward ancient times. But he is modern man! He clearly remembers that the gas leak next door caused an explosion, implicating him, the innocent neighbor, exploding him into this stranger’s body. Although this sounds outrageous, it is. Ah well we were the Fab Four Yesterday ! I mused.We had finished three bottles when again Christine took control. “Back to yours now Sparks."I ordered a taxi. I lived about 2 miles away on the other side of town. It arrived "Baby you can drive car" I said to her tipsily. Chris and the girls laughed. Beatles again ! The driver annoyingly called Ann (good job she wasn't called Michelle) just shook her head. Not laughing it off.We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up with. ‘We’ll sure look into that, but right now I need to talk to Anna Crowley. She here? Upstairs maybe?’ I broke out in a cold sweat. The cops. This couldn’t be good. How was I supposed to deal with the cops? Besides with extreme caution? ‘Mrs. Crowley is not at home, sir. But we expect her back real soon. And, uh…could I see some ID?’ ‘Yeah? Wise guy, huh? You like ID? Show me yours, Chief. It better say you’re 18 or your ass is in a world of shit.’ I reached for my wallet, fumbled for my school.