"Huh? What's wrong? You look surprised?" Weinerson smiled slightly and waited where he was without going to the sofa or chair.
"No, I'm going to call the captain now." The brown-haired girl looked obviously nervous. She raised her calf and ran towards the reading area behind her that was surrounded by stacks of bookshelves.
Well, what a rash little girl. She didn’t know how to ask me to sit down and pour me a cup of black tea.
Weinerson looked around and felt that the layout had changed a lot from the last time he came here. The only thing that remained unchanged was the black iron door leading to the underground necropolis.
After two or three minutes, the brown-haired girl walked out of the reading area and said with a sweet smile:
"Mr. Weinerson, the captain invites you to come over. Please follow me."
"Okay." Weinerson stepped forward warmly, but murmured in his heart.
How many steps does it take, do you still need someone to guide you?
Passing through the layers of wood-colored bookshelves, the first thing that caught his eye was a short corridor. What was shocking was that there were doors on the left and right sides of this corridor, which looked like offices.
Some of these offices are locked, some are open, and people inside can be seen practicing the use of spells in obscure ancient Hermetic language.
After a quick glance, Weinerson discovered an acquaintance: his landlord, Frank.
He was wearing a black hooded robe with many runes engraved on it. His left arm was obviously wrapped in a bandage and hooked back into an inverted triangle, but he still looked bohemian.
Weinerson's gaze paused for a moment and he did not speak. He just nodded in greeting, and the other party smiled back.
The brown-haired girl walked to the end, turned the handle of the office opposite, pushed the door open, pointed inside and said with a smile:
"please."
"Thank you!"
This office is no different from an ordinary office. It is equipped with sheepskin sofas, log desks, several benches, a huge fireplace on the left, elegant gas lamps on the walls on both sides, and symbols symbolizing the god of sleep and crimson. "Hornavitch's Holy Emblem".
The bright and warm sunlight shines through the huge glass window in front of the figure and shines on the back of the figure. Due to the blocking of the light, a blur of darkness is formed in the front.
"Welcome back, Venusson van der Rohe."
tread!
Tap!
As the figure moved around, Joseph Paxton, who was wearing a tuxedo and a top hat, turned around from the shadows, walked directly to the captain's table and sat down. He still had a warm smile on his face, and said softly to Weinerson. Nod lightly.
"Good afternoon, Captain Joseph!" Weinerson took off his hat and bent down, saluting the figure in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he saw an obvious distortion on the left thigh of Joseph Paxton, and a hollow area on the right side of his abdomen.
It's a wound left over from previous extraordinary events...
"It's only been a month or two that I gained extraordinary abilities by quickly touching the blasphemous cards, and led the team to first place in points at Honavitch University. It's a very good result." Joseph Paxton took out his black pipe and asked with a smile.
"It's just a fluke." Weinerson has no intention of hiding what happened in the past month. He also knows that a lot of information within Hornavich is shared. Even if he wants to hide it, there is no way, but he has no intention of being proud. He admitted that he just used the modern word "lucky" to respond to the current situation.
"Lucky? I like this word. It's very ancient and special. Sufficient strength is also part of the luck."
Joseph opened the desk drawer and took out a smaller version of the crimson badge.
"It belongs to you now. This is the symbol of the night watchman of Honavitch Church. After wearing it, you will be blessed by the God of Sleep and Crimson."
"The night watchman's contract is for three years. Generally speaking, three years is an assessment period. When you first join the job, your weekly salary is five pounds 10 farthings, and there is an additional pound 3 farthings confidentiality and risk allowance every month. Excellent There will be mission rewards for completing the tasks, and there will be an extra thirty pounds per person for the New Year. If you miss the New Year, you will have to wait until next year."
"The weekly salary is five pounds 10, which is great. I don't have any other questions." Weinerson took the badge, glanced at it briefly, and found that there were traces of blood stains on it.
"Well, as for your contract, it has now arrived at the Honavitch Church headquarters. After it is reviewed and stamped, your identity will be made public in the church." Joseph pointed to a record document on the table.
"The entire list of clergy recruits in Faslanka has been published, but I think you can sign your name in advance."
After listening to Joseph's words, Weinerson quickly put away his badge, picked up the pen parked on the table, dipped it in the dark red ink stored in the glass bottle next to it, first tested the pen with waste paper, and then inhaled calmly. After taking a breath, he signed his name on the corresponding position on the clergy recruitment list: Vinerthan van der Rohe.
After signing, Joseph took back the list. He stood up, opened the drawer, put it in, and then reached out to Weinerson:
"Welcome, from now on, you are a member of our Night Watch!"
Weinerson followed Joseph's movements, also stretched out his hand, held the other person's hand and smiled:
"Now should I call you captain?"
"Yes."
After shaking hands, the two sat down separately. Weinerson glanced at Joseph, and he found that Joseph's eyes were becoming dark.
"Captain, I have something to ask you!"
"You want to know about the last attack?" Joseph suddenly said.
"So you guessed it."
"Actually, you don't have to pay too much attention. This attack is not all because of you. To be honest, the actions of the Church of the Mother of Desire this time are beyond everyone's expectations."
Joseph took out the tobacco leaves from the drawer, stuffed them into the pipe bit by bit, lit it, took a puff, and blew out a ring of smoke.
"In the city of Faslanka, in addition to the ordinary police, there is also a group of teams that will deal with various supernatural events in the city. As I told you before, in addition to our night watchmen, there are also Poseidon Law Enforcers and Sun Crusaders. , the Crusaders of Light, and other church judicial organs, these teams will make corresponding decisions, and when they are attacked, they will be the first to step forward to protect the safety of innocent people."
"This time is a very big extraordinary event. We encountered the cub of the legendary mythical creature Black Goat. Almost all the extraordinary team has been wiped out. Now I can still stand in front of you. I am lucky."
"As I said before, extraordinary events happen every year, and every occurrence heralds death. There are also some lucky people who will survive extraordinary events, but they are strongly affected. Contamination, almost half of the banished people throughout the year, almost all from our teammates.”
"Captain, there is a case at the police station that seems to involve extraordinary events..."
At this moment, the voice of the brown-haired girl from before came from outside the door. She hurriedly pushed the door open and staggered in, forgetting to even knock on the door. Behind her was a policeman with dull eyes.
It was Officer Hollington with the mustache.
