On February 15, it was raining lightly.

got up from the bed Sean looked at the light rain outside the window, sighed slightly, subconsciously took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, thought for a while and did not light it, put it back in the cigarette case again, put on his clothes and walked down the stairs.

Downstairs, she found that there was no busy figure of Anna in the kitchen, and Sean didn't feel strange, so she took off her coat and put it on the sofa, then rolled up her sleeves and got busy in the kitchen.

After a short time, Sean gently knocked on Anna's door with a plate with a simple breakfast, only to see the usually refreshed old lady now greeting Sean with bloodshot eyes.

"Sorry, Sean, I lost sleep last night. ”

Sean, who knew the reason, did not mean to blame, but instead pulled Anna, who was still in a state of confusion, to the living room and enjoyed the breakfast he had prepared together.

With the ticking of the wall clock, the simple breakfast was gradually eliminated by the two, and Sean, who was about to leave the house, was stopped by Anna.

"What's wrong, Anna?" Sean, who had just put on his top hat, turned and walked up to Anna.

Anna didn't speak, motioned for Sean to wait for her in the living room, and then went back to her room and took out a black box and handed it to Sean.

"What is this?"

Anna looked at the handsome big boy in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but redden, and she said softly, "This is the gun your father used to use, and now I give you his honor, Sean." ”

"Anna..." Sean, who opened the box, stroked the silver pistol without a trace of dust, and then said: "This is my father's relic, I think it should be left with you." ”

"No, since you have all embarked on this path, then do not disgrace its honor, I am proud of you. With that, Anna urged Sean to leave quickly, and went back to the room by herself.

In the end, Sean still took the large pistol left by his adoptive father, whom he had never met here, and it was heavy to start with, and it looked simple and rough on the surface, but the butt, cartridge nest, and barrel all had dark black patterns of unknown meaning.

Went out with this pistol that was in disrepair and lacked maintenance, after all, his adoptive father was from Elf's organization, so they must have the means to repair and maintain it, and the most important thing is that he needs large bullets to match this pistol.

Sean, who was waiting for the carriage with a black umbrella, looked at the humid air and thought about the conversation with Anna last night, although Anna did not stop me, but it was obvious that she was afraid, afraid of losing her only child again.

Soon, looking at the carriage parked in front of him, Sean exhaled the turbid air in his lungs deeply, put away his umbrella with one hand, and boarded the carriage.

...

East Side, 1st Block Middle, 233, Black Rose Antique Shop.

Sean, who came to his destination with the address on the business card, saw the corners of his mouth twitch, looking at this place that did not look like an antique store in terms of name or decoration, he resisted the thought of turning his head and leaving, and pushed open the closed door.

The room was very large, thanks to the unreliable name and decoration, there was not a single customer in the whole store, only two waiters chatting at the bar, it seemed that there were customers coming in, and one of them walked over to Sean very reluctantly and said, "Sorry, what do you need?" ”

"I... I came for someone, and Mr. Elf called me for an interview. Sean looked up at the muscular man in front of him, with short black hair and rare blue eyes, and swallowed meaningfully.

"Interview, Sean Morrison?"

"Yes, sir. ”

After confirming his identity, the strong man also showed a bright smile on his face, patted Sean on the shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "Welcome, Sean, it's okay to call you like that, my name is Hank Weir, a native of the North." ”

Sean, who felt half of his body paralyzed, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Mr. Hank, I'm still an injured person..."

"Haha..."Looking at Sean, who was still on the splint, with a painful expression on his face, Hank scratched his head a little embarrassed and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, by the way, Captain Elf is waiting for you, I'll take you to him." ”

"Hull, you look at the store first, and I'll take the newcomer to meet the captain. Hank yelled at the man who had been working at the bar silently and led Sean around the counter, up to the second floor, and finally stopped in a room with a sign in the manager's room, before Hank stopped, knocked lightly, and then motioned for Sean to enter.

Sean looked at Hank, who had already hurried downstairs, and felt a little surprised, as if he didn't want to see Mr. Elf, shook his head and threw the strange thought out of his mind, and pushed the door open and stepped in.

The room is not large, and when you enter the door, you can see a map of the Steam Capital hanging on the wall, a window on the right, and a weapons exhibition room on the left wall, on which are placed all kinds of swords, from modern swords to modern rifles.

The room was relatively simple, with only a sofa, a coffee table with poker, a locked tin cabinet by the window, a plain black desk in the center, and Elf smiling at Sean on a chair behind the table.

"Welcome, Mr. Morrison. Looking at Sean sitting on the couch, Al smiled mildly and got up to the coffee machine in the left corner, saying, "I'd love to ask you what to drink, but I only have instant coffee." ”

"I'm not here for coffee, Mr. Elf. Huh, Captain?" Sean asked as he took a sip of the coffee on the table as he handed him instant coffee, and kept his face calm.

"Captain, it looks like Mr. Morrison has decided to join us. ”

Sean nodded at Elf, who looked a little delighted, and said, "Captain Elf, you can call me Sean, and can you tell me your name and specific job description?"

"Of course, you sign this contract first, and then I'll explain it to you. ”

Taking the contract handed over by Elf, the name signed by Sean after a little browsing is not much different from the ordinary labor contract, except that the weekly salary is 50 gold eagle coins, it is forbidden to explain mysterious events to ordinary people, and it is forbidden to use extraordinary power in the eyes of ordinary people unless necessary.

"Then welcome to the Night's Watch, Sean. Solemnly accepting the contract handed over by Sean, Elf said with a solemn face.

"Night's watchman?"

"This is the name of our team, doesn't it fit the nature of our work?" Elf, who put Sean's contract in the tin cabinet, also took the same cup of coffee and explained lightly: "In addition, the Imperial Special Operations Bureau, which we directly belong to, should be the captain of the chief superintendent level according to the rank, and the team members are about the same level as your little girlfriend." ”

"Vivien and I are just normal friends. Answering with a cold face, Sean ignored the unscrupulous captain.

Ignoring Sean's white eyes, Elf continued: "The Special Operations Bureau is our name for ordinary people, and in the mysterious world we also have a name called the Dark Star Society, which is known as the Five Great Associations of the Wizarding World along with Scarlet, Unicorn, Storm, and Dead Words. ”

"Society?"

"Well, in ancient times, it was still used to refer to an organization composed of a large number of magicians. ”

"Then why join the Empire?"

Hearing this question, Elf looked at Sean with some confusion, as if he was a little surprised by his question, but he still said in a calm voice: "It's not about joining but about cooperation, four hundred years ago, before the Kelder Empire was established, the founding king George I found the leader of our association to form an alliance, the Empire provided us with money, magic materials and experimental sites, and we provided the Empire with high-end military force, trained extraordinary soldiers and quelled the riots caused by extraordinary events in the Empire. ”

"So this cooperation lasted four hundred years?"

"Yes, so we don't accept any of the tasks given to us by the Empire. Elf asked Sean rhetorically, "So Sean, did you choose to be our peripheral member or a full member?"

"What's the difference?"

"The peripheral members mainly provide us with information and belong to ordinary people, while the official members are magicians with extraordinary abilities. Elf looked at Sean, who was moved, and said with a serious face: "Sean can tell you now what the so-called madness is, it is out of control." ”

"Out of control?"

While Sean was pondering the word, Elf, who had already finished his coffee, looked indescribable and said, "Nearly half of our annual affairs are dealt with various accidents and extraordinary loss of control, and some of them include our team members. ”

Sean was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a sip of the very unpalatable cup of coffee to ease his mood, "This is the so-called madness, what does that runaway look like?"

"Various, but generally bloodthirsty and crazy monsters that pile up flesh and blood, like Terry who came back from the dead, he is also one of the out-of-control kinds. He added another cup of coffee and drank it slowly, and asked again: "Then what is your choice, you don't have to worry, I'll give you two days to think about it." ”

"No, I've thought about it. Sean looked at Elf's dark pupils and said solemnly, word by word: "Be a true guardian." ”