68

In his left hand, Ademisore carried the luggage that the superintendent's wife had prepared for him, and in his right hand he carried a rabbit made of rags sewn by the children of the workhouse. He was dressed in a half-new formal suit, made by the best old tailor in the workhouse, who had been the best dressmaker in Tingen before losing his left hand in a car accident a few years earlier. Without a subsistence job, he had to work as a garment teacher in a workhouse to teach children.

The gentlemen and ladies passing by occasionally frowned at the dress, but Ademisol did not notice that it was the time when he was at his most neat and decent.

"Pilgrimage Sect...... Aurora...... Aurora will. ”

Ademisor took a few steps, snorted, and pulled out the note in his pocket that Mrs. Dean had prepared, which read: When you arrive at Beckland Station, look for a gentleman with a black hat, a blue coat, and brown trousers, who is the one in charge of receiving you.

His seemingly unfocused gaze slowly swept over the people around him, circle, or two, and finally saw a person who met the requirements. The man was reading the newspaper, and he was secretly paying attention to him under the disguise of the newspaper. Seeing Ademisol look over, the gentleman muttered for two seconds, folded the newspaper under his armpit, and walked straight through the crowd:

"You're Ademisor?" The man asked in a low voice.

He nodded. So the other party lowered the brim of his hat a little more, and turned halfway to lead him: "Come with me, your dean should have said it." ”

Ademisor nodded again, and followed the neatly dressed gentleman out of the station, and up the streets of Beckland, turning into a secluded lane, repeating a few times before stopping outside a house.

The gentleman knocked on the door in a fixed rhythm, and there was a knocking sound in the door, and the gentleman thought for a few seconds, and knocked a few more times, and the wooden door of the opposite door finally opened. The door was opened by a very ordinary-looking girl, who nodded to the visitor, and then led the two to the wall of the hall, and with a flick of the wall lamp, the cabinet automatically moved away, revealing a dark passageway. At this point, Ademisor couldn't remember it at all.

"This is a temporary base, and the location of the headquarters will be told when the handover is completed." The black-haired man said, "You're here at the right time, we're short of people, don't be speechless when you see the adults later." ”

After turning a few corners and walking down a flight of stairs, the two finally came to a relatively wide underground space. Dozens of candlesticks illuminated the space, the size of a tennis court, a few men in black cloaks registering, and a few men dressed like Mr. Black Haired were reporting to a man in black robes who looked like a leader.

The black-haired man walked forward with Ademisor, came to the hooded black-robed leader, and said respectfully, "Mr. Z, I have brought the person recommended by the "Patrol Sect". ”

The man known as Mr. Z put down the report in his hand, looked up at Ademisol who was standing stupidly, and waved his hand to let the others of the report stand back for a while. He turned his head, as if waiting for something.

The black-haired man hurriedly spoke: "Take out your letter of recommendation!" ”

Ademisor was stunned for two seconds, then bent down to open his suitcase, pulled out a letter from his neatly folded clothes, and handed it over. Mr. Z checked the fire paint seal, opened it and briefly glanced at it, confirmed the authenticity of the final seal, and put it aside.

"Your boss should have told you that although the Patrol Sect has many different paths of extraordinary beings, the 'Destiny' path has no precedent for cultivation, and in order not to waste your talent, she handed you over to us." Mr. Z explained simply, "She vouched for you, and your organization prepaid for your Sequence 8 potions, and you can be arranged to become a Sequence 9 Extraordinary within today." As long as you do things with peace of mind and accumulate credit, our Aurora will not deduct your potions. Do you understand? ”

Ademisor nodded incomprehensibly.

"So." Mr. Z asked, "Almost everyone in the Aurora Society is running for the glory of the Lord now, and we don't keep idlers. But your boss says you're good, tell me what you know. ”

"I ......"

The dean's wife asked him this question several times on the way away, and now as long as she heard these keywords, even if she didn't think about it, Ademisol could instinctively answer, and he said in a somewhat erratic but fluent tone: "I grew up in the welfare home of the charitable foundation, and because I was born too spiritually high to live a normal life, I became a workhouse worker as an adult...... I know some words, I can read and write, I can sew bed sheets and quilt covers, cut simple clothes, make some furniture by hand, I have experience in caring for patients, I can cook food......"

"Good, you're exactly what we need right now!"

Seeing that he was going to continue chattering, Mr. Z immediately raised his hand to interrupt. He made a gesture, and the black-robed man watching from the table next to him immediately lowered his head and began to fill out the form, and handed it to Mr. Z after writing it with a brush.

"By the way, go through the process, I still have to ask you." Mr. Z took the form, opened the ink, and asked, "What is your faith?" ”

Ademisol replied without hesitation:

"Goddess of the Night."

Mr. Z's stamping action suddenly froze, and the basement of Suo Suo was so quiet that it could be heard in the blink of an eye, and all the cultists present turned their eyes together and focused on Mr. Little Monster's face.

Ademisol was unconscious: "...... Mrs. Dean said that when I was out there, whenever someone asked me this question, I would answer it like this. ”

Call. Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the wriggling flesh retracted, the shadow that spread to his feet receded, the hand holding the charm was taken out of his pocket, and the half-chanted name was gone. Everyone lowered their heads and turned around, and continued to learn what to do.

“…… We're insiders, you don't have to...... Forget it, let me tell you that you don't understand, and you won't be able to sober up until Sequence 8. Mr. Z held his forehead, stamped the form with his other hand, and pushed it to the black-haired man, "Old, take him to the Eastern District to find Miss Maria, the head of the Pilgrimage Sect, and then ask her to arrange where the "monster" will work." ”

"Okay, Mr. Z." The black-haired man's face was happy, he bowed slightly, did not dare to delay, and quickly pulled Ademisor, who had not yet reacted, out of the basement through another door. After they left, Mr. Z rubbed his temples, picked up the half-read report again, and said politely to the round-faced man with glasses in front of him:

"Your Excellency, you seem to have always had a lot of opinions about our arrangements, but this is the Lord's oracle, if you don't want to work in a workhouse, we can contact the person in charge to transfer you to a welfare home."

The corners of Lan'erus's mouth twitched violently, and he spoke with a slight sarcasm: "...... What if I still don't want to? The two people who asked me to join the Aurora Club didn't say that I would have to volunteer after I came. ”

"This is the Lord's will, and you, as His Dependent, should follow it more than deliberately disobey it and cause us damage." Mr. Z, who was sent to manage the personnel department because of his serious dereliction of duty in the mission of the gods, did not have a good face for this god who fell from the sky, "If you don't want to, we won't do anything, at most, please go back to the headquarters to continue to rest, you can continue to eat and drink spicy, but you can't leave the prescribed range." ”

"Oh, yes!" Lanerus sneered, "I'd rather lie comfortably in my little villa, and see you mingling with filthy people every day outside, and you don't make any difference at all!" ”

He turned and left, and the two guards at the door immediately followed.

Mr. Z stared at his back and frowned in displeasure.

69

"Folth." Hugh shook his sleeping companion twice, "It's time to get up!" It's already eight o'clock in the morning! ”

The brown-haired lady, who coveted the warmth of the quilt, snorted reluctantly, trying to bury herself in the quilt to avoid the call of her cohabitant. But the other party didn't eat a set, and directly pulled the quilt up, so that the cold air of the early morning in mid-September poured directly into the quilt: "Get up!" Forthth! You swore last night that you must get up early today and write 5,000 words to deliver the manuscript next week! Why can't you get up now! ”

"Writer's business...... It can't be called procrastination...... How can you write a manuscript without recuperation......" Furth murmured half-asleep. After tugging and struggling with sleepiness for a long time, she finally opened her eyes, sat up, and yawned in a movement that had been slowed down several times.

"Well, I was so stupid, really, I never thought that a playwright of Mr. Vaughan's level would condescend to attend that little gathering of best-selling authors last night." The female writer said dejectedly, "When he saw me, he asked me about the manuscript by the way...... There's still a month! Don't add so much tension to me! ”

"There are only nineteen days left." Hugh calmly retorted to her.

"......" Firth suddenly sobered up, but in the blink of an eye he became lazy again, "Then I don't need to be in a hurry to write now, yes, yes, Hugh, did you clamore yesterday that you were going to an extraordinary gathering today?" ”

Hugh didn't care how blunt her method of changing the subject was, after all, Miss Arbitrator herself was worried about the reciting of the name of the suspected evil god last night, and seeing the existence of the suspected evil god in her dream. But she kept her worries hidden, not wanting her companions to see what was going on.

Miss Arbitrator nodded: "Yes, it will start in the afternoon." She was a little nervous before she finished speaking, "Forthth, did you say that the person who sold the 'Sheriff' recipe would still be there?" Can I find the Extraordinary One who does the purification? ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's going to go well." Furth comforted his friend and yawned again, "...... Hugh, are you going out to buy breakfast? Help me go to the cake shop around the corner and buy a sandwich with meat and omelette, add a newspaper, and I started writing after eating. ”

"You said the same thing last time, and then read the newspaper all morning, and would rather be in a daze than write a word on paper."

Hugh complained a little about his cohabitant, but he still put on his coat and pushed the door open, and when he left, he turned back and said, "Get up quickly!" ”

Furth agreed. As for Hugh after he left, she went back to bed and continued to sleep, and slept until Hugh came back from buying breakfast, and then read the newspaper while eating breakfast and drinking coffee, and went to the assembly after spending the morning leisurely, without writing a word, which is the afterword.

TBC

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* Today is the day Klein was assassinated by the hunters and the ambassador was about to be assassinated.

*The Aurora Club's internal job fair was shocked: Shouldn't faith be the choice between His Highness the Abyss Angel and the Lord? Why is there a goddess of the night? You said you believe in temperance angels, we can all work hard for you!

Oh, little fool of the path of fate, that's fine.