After confirming the address, Weinerson planned to go directly to the Night Watch headquarters, go through the appointment formalities before going home, and maybe wait for Irene's dinner.
At this moment, a public tram was approaching. The sound of wheels hitting the track came from far away. A double-decker carriage stopped in front of the station on North Cross Street.
"Go to the Rhine River, Langxiang Church." Weinerson said to the coachman.
"No problem, sir, but the train will first pass through the Municipal Square in the Hill District, and then arrive at Langxiang Church on the Rhine in Dongcheng District. It will not arrive there in advance. This is the rule of public tramcars. It is the same in other cities. You need to follow Stations are driven in order, um, you know." The coachman saw the young man waiting in front of him who was waiting at the steam train station. He was well-dressed and thought he was a gentleman from other places, so he explained the route.
"Well, just follow the route and remind me when you reach the Rhine River." Weinerson nodded in agreement.
"Okay sir, the total distance is more than 12 kilometers, and the total cost is 14 pence." A fair young man next to the coachman stretched out his hand and showed a healthy smile.
He is the staff member responsible for collecting money.
"Okay." Weinerson took out 14 copper pennies from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
He stepped onto the carriage and found that there were not many passengers, and even there were several empty seats on the first floor.
"The public carriage in my memory is different. It's just that I haven't been back for a while. Has it changed so much? It should usually be full at this point..." Weinerson pressed his hat and sat firmly.
"Due to the invasion of an extraordinary event, the wealthy and middle class people all left Faslanka and went to Hutton Mar." On this floor, there was a man wearing a black gauze skirt and a silk felt hat. Madam, she said softly.
"Extraordinary event?" Weinerson asked softly, pretending not to know the situation.
"Stranger? I don't know what's best. There's nothing to talk about that matter, otherwise the curse will spread to you." The lady said lightly, and then waved her hand to signal the driver to stop.
She got out of the car with light steps, and Weinerson saw her walking straight into the quiet road through the car window.
This is the quietest section of the North Cross District. The streets are made of different gravels, red stone bricks, and white sheath stones. When evening comes, the crimson moonlight hangs high, and the quiet road will flash with a cold white quiet light.
It is possible to illuminate darkness without installing street lights. This principle of luminescence is one of the powers of the God of Light.
Not long after, she walked towards the huge square, where the magnificent and tranquil church stood tall, exuding pure and peaceful power under the direct sunlight.
"Is she a very beautiful lady? To be honest, I advise you not to have any ideas about her. Her name is Frieza, and she is the bishop of the Holy See of Light. She is not accessible to ordinary people like us."
A middle-aged male gentleman in formal attire, sitting upright and leisurely reading a newspaper, spoke up to remind him.
"Thank you, she is indeed a very beautiful woman, but I remember that the last time I came to Faslanka, the bishop of the Serenity Church was a man? Has he been replaced now?"
"Ruanjies, you are talking about this person, right? He was the previous bishop of the Serenity Church. He was an evil person. He was tempted by the Mother Goddess of Desire and was the initiator of the arrival of the Black Goat."
"Because of this scum who was nailed to the Pillar of Shame, the Night Watch, the Sun Crusaders, the Poseidon Law Enforcement Team, the Light Crusaders...the official operational teams of the Four Gods Church were all annihilated."
"This is the most serious extraordinary incident in recent years. Because the leakage of extraordinary power is now a taboo topic in Faslanka, everyone who talks about it is very likely to be contaminated by extraordinary power. "
"Ordinary people will be polluted by talking about it?"
Weinerson turned his head and looked at the gentleman, only to see him slowly move down the newspaper, revealing a pair of crystal clear emerald eyes.
Her face is very beautiful and moving, her long blond slightly curly hair is rippling in the wind, and her delicate three-dimensional facial features are as exquisite as sculptures.
Weinerson took a closer look. Under the yellow retro robe, there were countless tentacles, each of which was extending and squirming outward.
A golden pocket watch suddenly appeared in his hand. The woman's eyes focused on Weinerson's face, and she smiled softly:
"All gifts of fate have already been marked with a price in secret... The wave of the times will push you forward. The moment you choose extraordinary power, the enemies and factions have become clear. This is the first attack against you, and the attack is far from over. Giving up is a cowardly act. If you can step to the top of the sky step by step, you will gain the power of the gods to smile at you..."
Weinerson opened his eyes suddenly, and thick beads of sweat seeped out from his back. Is this a dream?
"Did I dream about Naia?"
As a Sequence 3 mathematician, dreaming for no reason must be abnormal. What does this portend? Is it a precursor, a prophecy, or a reminder?
"Go forward step by step, reach the top of the sky, and gain the power of the gods to smile at me... Is this a disguised motivation for me? What are the factions and enemies mentioned? What do these mean?"
Weinerson closed his eyes again and meditated, ignoring the comings and goings of the passengers around him.
Stop after stop after stop, finally, he heard the words "on the Rhine".
After getting off the public carriage and asking around along the way, he soon came to Langxiang Church and saw a cross painted to represent crimson.
Weinerson stretched out his right hand and pushed hard. The heavy church door slowly opened, and the smell of sawdust and parchment rushed out.
Seeing the interior configuration of the church, Weinerson was stunned for a long time. Although the second floor is indeed a library, the current collection of books has obviously occupied the position of the church on the first floor. Those who knew it was a church, but those who didn't know it thought it was a hanging library. library with the name of the church.
The headquarters of the Night Watch is really... I don't know how to complain... He shook his head and laughed, walked up the stairs, stretched out his right hand, and lightly knocked on the familiar wooden door that was half closed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The slow and rhythmic knocking on the door echoed, but there was no response from the second floor. Only the "click, click, click" sound similar to a telegraph machine could be heard faintly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Weinerson repeated it again, with the same result as before.
He simply changed the knocking to pushing, and there was a creak. Then he looked in and saw a log-colored table, and a brown-haired girl behind the table with her head lowered, sending a telegram.
I haven't seen him before. Is he a new member of the Night Watch?
Wait, where is Mr. Joseph? Besik's letter said that the captain is still alive... Weinerson looked around anxiously, moving closer and sizing up the girl in front of him.
Very young, probably in her twenties, with slightly curly long brown hair, freckles on her face, and amber eyes. She was wearing a light green Ghent-style long skirt with long sheep's feet sleeves, with embroidery on the cuffs, collar, chest and other places. Wearing pretty lace...huh? Not from Ghent, but from the Zombatine race?
Weinerson walked to the table. The sunlight was blocked by his broad back, and shadows fell. The brown-haired girl sat up straight, took off the receiver from her ears with both hands, and looked at the man in front of her in confusion.
"Follow-up Investigation"... Is it an investigation of extraordinary events? Weinerson silently recited the words on the telegram and raised his head towards his side.
"Hey, who are you? How did you get here?"
The brown-haired girl asked in astonishment, and as she spoke, she quickly put away the messages on the table.
"Hello, I am Vanessen van der Rohe, and I am here at the invitation of Mr. Joseph Paxton." Vanessa took off his half-high silk hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Captain Joseph...Okay, wait here, I...you said your name is Weinerson...ah, are you Weinerson van der Rohe?" The girl hurriedly said He stood up and revealed his disbelieving eyes.
