Eitleta has a newspaper, but the printing here does not rely on movable type printing or printers, but on some sorcerer apprentices who have no way to go further, and they are under pressure to survive, so they have to use [rubbing (0 ring)] to work for the newspaper. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But because it is a human work, the world's newspapers are weekly and very elaborate, often only one or two pages, but even so, newspapers have become important entertainment in this world. For knights or magicians, cultivation is largely their entertainment, but for ordinary people who can read and write, newspapers and other things that can know the world on a piece of paper are definitely their indispensable spiritual food.

In Jack's view, the entertainment in this world is so scarce, and the spiritual food is so scarce, perhaps because of this, things like stars like the night watch will be sought after by the public, from the original unknown hero, to become the idol of countless teenagers.

The original Jack is actually a fan of the Night Watch, the code name of the Night Watch he admires is [Black Cat], a masked beauty wearing a sexy bodysuit, of course, the current Jack has long passed the age of worshipping heroes, and his former world has long passed the trend of superheroes, so he clearly knows that the so-called heroes, some people may think that they are the embodiment of justice, but in fact, they are just entertainment for the people, and consumer goods on behalf of justice.

He will not be as fanatical as his predecessor, but he will not lose respect for this and look at these heroes with contempt.

"Good evening, Mr. Faceless. Jack stroked his chest with his right hand, tilted his upper body slightly, and performed a noble courtesy, "It's an honor to meet you under Jack Scarlett." ”

"Is it Mr. Earl? The words that should have been questioning were turned into declarative sentences by Rorschach's hoarse and deep voice, "Although nosy is not what I should do, please allow me to ask more, did you catch the [Nine Lives Cat]?"

"Yes," said Jack, who was neither humble nor arrogant, asked in turn, "then, did you kill him, and why did you kill him?"

"So, are you going to send him to jail?" Rorschach asked rhetorically, and although he didn't answer directly, Jack still understood what he meant.

"Why not? Neither me nor you should have the right to punish a life at will, right?" Jack argued, what was the difference between such a killing and an atrocity.

"Huh. Rorschach laughed hoarsely, and because he was masked, Jack couldn't tell whether his laughter was approving or dismissive.

"You are very good, Monsieur Count, there is no doubt that you are right! Neither I nor you have the power to punish life, but the court has? Is there a prison? No, no one has the power to punish others, but violence can only be ended by violence, and evil can only be curbed by blood. While Rorschach did praise Jack, his cold voice was still steely with determination.

After a pause, as if to make Jack understand, Rorschach slowly narrated:

"When I was younger, I was more merciful to criminals, and I usually gave them to the guards. And so it went on until I was tracking down a kidnapping, and I managed to get the little girl out and put the prisoner in jail, but within a month, the guy bribed the prison guards and was released on bail for his injuries, and you know what that guy did? He killed the little girl's family and fed their bodies to the dogs. So, I chased the escaped criminal and gave him a taste of the fear of death. Was it fate that killed the girl's family? Was it fate that caused them to die as dog food? No, I knew then that it was we who made this world like this. ”

As he spoke, Rorschach seemed stunned, he didn't know why he was talking so much—maybe he saw his own shadow in Jack. But in any case, when he realized this, he was not going to continue to speak, he usually did not like to talk to others about his thoughts.

"I will not force you to understand me, but, young Monsieur Earl, you should observe more, think more, and see how rotten this world, this ostensibly prosperous and peaceful world, is. ”

Disappearing with the deep voice was the lonely figure of Rorschach standing in the moonlight.

"He doesn't look easy to get along with......" Safina on the other side pursed her lips unhappily, in her eyes, the Faceless One seemed too arrogant, and she hated that self-righteous attitude, "Then again, Jack, what the hell is a Night's Watch...... Is it the same as the church ones?"

"No, they're ......"

As he explained, Jack reclosed the entrance behind him.

―――――― it's been two days since that night's expedition, and for the past two days, Jack has been staying at home, witnessing the high-end combat power, he has been trying to improve his strength.

As for Safina, the next morning, she quietly left, leaving behind a note saying that she was going to continue her adventure, and in addition to that, she also left the spatial ring that the two found to Jack, of course, the contents had been emptied by her.

With experience in pistol making, the production of other firearms is much simpler. In just two days, Jack had already completed the basic design.

In the three-hour experiment he had just done, Jack had managed to build a rifle.

Its basic structure is modeled after the classic [Forest Bear-47] series, and the structure has been optimized, because the firing pin has been eliminated, so the extra space is used to supplement several parts that make the automatic piston mechanism more reliable, and a shock-absorbing mechanism has been added.

Due to the longer chamber and longer acceleration time, the [Imitation Forest Bear-47] has been increased to 420 meters per second, which is beyond the speed of sound.

Along with the increase in power, it is the shock power of this firearm, if the shock jack of the pistol can barely withstand it, this gun will undoubtedly need a stronger physique.

Jack, who was sitting in the courtyard resting, looked at the two younger sisters who were boxing in the small courtyard, their fair little faces flushed with the activity of qi and blood, and the crystal sweat droplets shimmered in the sunlight and fell to the ground.

The chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves sang in Jack's ears, and the warm wind brushed his eyelids, and the pleasant afternoon made him want to sleep.

However, before going to bed, he suddenly thought of something, and once again controlled the magic power in his whole body, and stuffed it into the mark.

Trying it out on a daily basis, Jack looks forward to what he'll find.

But it seems, nothing has changed.

There is no energy gathering in the whole world, and no vision is generated.

Except for the illusionary silence.