It's the end of the month, but Grandin still has some material quota that hasn't been used. This part of the materials will not accumulate to the next month, so he has to submit an application quickly and get this part of the materials in his hands first.

The rest of the group is doing something similar.

Only the captain Al is a little different, he still has to hold the official seal in one hand when filling out the application form, waiting to sign and stamp the application form of the team members.

While busy trying to find reasons for various grant applications, Grandin did not forget to ask the captain about the status of the recent secret gatherings. His pen rustled on the paper as he asked:

"Captain, is there a gathering of the Extraordinary these days? I've been consuming a lot of spell casting materials lately, and I'm missing that kind of material supplement from the church's material list. ”

Al flipped through two pages of paperwork and rejected a claim from Borgia with an outrageous excuse before replying:

"Because the situation in Beckland is relatively stable at the moment, those secret gatherings are slowly starting to pop up again. There's a secret party on West Ward Street in Queens today, so if you're in a hurry, check it out. ”

Al thought for a moment and added:

"If you're going to this party, remember to hide your identity and stay safe."

It seems that Mr. A has started to hold the party again.

Grandin got the information he wanted from the captain, and he answered as he cleaned up the pile of reports on his desk:

"If I had time after work today, I'd check it out, because the lack of spellcasting materials would make me uncomfortable."

He didn't plan to share the information he had received from the witch with the rest of the group. Because the sequence gap between the squad and the target is too large, the number of people is no longer meaningful.

If he reports it to the Red Glove, not to mention the complicated formalities, the sudden extra unfamiliar faces at the party will also arouse Mr. A's alarm.

He decided to investigate it himself.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, he completed a divination on the toilet seat.

The divination showed that it was less dangerous for him to go alone, which was consistent with his thoughts.

As the captain said, Beckland's recent situation has been relatively calm. This afternoon, apart from the annoying pile of reports, the 'emergency response team' did not encounter anything else.

Before leaving work, Grandin quietly gave Bolgia the booklet of Antlerstown as a gift. The 'midnight poet' was pleasantly surprised, and secretly hid the pamphlet in the inside pocket of his clothes.

......

Tingen, underground of the Black Thorn Security Company.

Crane stood in the cubicle in front of the gun hangar, talking to Old Neil and looking around.

Only one table and two chairs can fit in this tiny room. There was also a silver tin can on the table, and Klein could smell the faint aroma of coffee beans.

Old Neil is complaining about the complicated and fragmented history, and says that the long time has taken away too much historical truth.

"Recently, a lot of things have happened in Beckland, whether it is the extraordinary world or the world of ordinary people, it has been affected."

Old Neil pointed to the newspaper on the table and said:

"You see, it's all written in the newspapers. With just one steel battleship, a small island was flattened. ”

Klein followed Neil's finger to the table, and on the spread out Beckland Morning News, it was written with a huge headline - The era of giant ships and cannons has come!

The story took up an entire page of the newspaper and was accompanied by several black-and-white photographs.

Klein, who had seen all kinds of steel behemoths in his previous life, of course >>

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Not to be amazed by a battleship. What shook him out was one of the photos.

The photo should have been taken by the audience attending the ceremony. There are quite a few people in the photo, but the most attractive thing is the man in the center of the photo.

He has a tall posture and a high-spirited and confident expression. The two inspectors stood beside him like two bodyguards.

Klein had a strange familiarity with him???.. Com

This man I've seen before, like ...... Just like Mr. Fate!

He hurriedly compared the man with Mr. Fate at the Tarot meeting, and the elaborate clothes allowed him to fully confirm the identity of the man in the photo.

This man is Mr. Destiny!

I saw him in that mysterious space yesterday, and I saw him in the newspaper today......

When Klein thought of this, he couldn't help but feel that the world was so small.

Old Neil didn't notice Klein's wandering, and he turned the conversation to the history of his own research:

"But I care more about history than about these new things. But the lack of historical records makes it difficult for me to deduce something specific. For example, these diaries that Russell Gustaf lost before his death. I've actually deciphered a few of them, like this and this. ”

Old Neil took out the yellowed pages, tapped a few of them with his hand, and then continued, somewhat proudly:

"These should be several expressions of numbers. Just collect more, and one day I'll decipher it! ”

Klein was shocked again.

This is Chinese!

Russell the Great is really my fellow countryman?

......

When Grandin got home, as soon as he opened the door, he smelled the scent of oxtail soup. Cosette had already prepared dinner, and the tender beef was very good, and it was even more flavorful with white bread.

The next thing he probably had to do was wait for night to fall and hire a carriage to go to Queens. However, there was still a lot of preparation before going out, such as preparing a robe with a hood and wearing a mask on his face.

And the sleeping, requiem, and dream charms in his pocket, which he had to keep at home. Because it's hard to explain why a wild extraordinaire has these things on him.

Mr. A may not be able to check, but it is better to be careful.

7 p.m., 13 West Ward Street, Queens.

Grandin pinned a badge to his chest, which featured a red wizard's hat.

This was Rowena's mark when she attended the party, and he wore this to indicate that he had been recommended by Rowena.

He went to the inner room on the second floor and opened the door with three long and two short knocks.

An attendant led him into the house, which was already crowded with a number of people. Grandin's gaze swept over the men one by one, noting their physical features.

Having been among the night watchmen for a long time, this habit has almost become his instinct. He had even begun to mentally analyze the possible sequence paths and fighting styles of these extraordinary.

At this moment, he suddenly had a spirit, as if he had been seen through all his disguises.

He turned his head and found the man sitting on the single sofa.

The man was hooded and his appearance was hidden in the shadows, and he nodded slightly at Grandin when he looked at him.

This is the organizer of the party, Mr. A!

In the middle of the room are two blackboards with various materials and items for purchase and sale.