Special place......

Lorota was vague, and Grandin didn't ask what the name of that particular place was. There may be a level of secrecy or other reasons for this. But as he chewed on the words, a strange speculation sprung up in his mind.

Suitable for 'psychic' to live, this place can't be a cemetery, right? It's fitting for a 'psychic' to live there. If you are idle, you can chat with your spirit, and if you don't want to sleep at night, you can also make it re-enter the soil with a shovel.

Lorota couldn't hear Grandin's thoughts, and she was still explaining:

"The Templar believes that my qualifications and personal abilities are sufficient to serve as Captain of the Nightwatch. It just so happened that I applied for another promotion, so they simply transferred me to Port Nmatt to preside over the formation of the local night watchman team. ”

Ms. Daly was transferred back to Beckland, and her personality was not suitable for the job...... I think Ms. Dai Li will work in our 'emergency team' for a while when she comes back. When she is promoted again, she will become a church deacon. ”

The railed carriage rolled into the stones, causing the carriage to shake a little.

Grandin turned his head to Lorota in surprise and asked:

"Forming a squad of night watchmen? Didn't the port of Enmat have it in the first place? ”

The port of Enmat was an important port in the Kingdom of Rune, and he had thought that at least one team of night watchmen was stationed there.

"Of course not, because more than seventy percent of the inhabitants of Port Enmat are followers of the Storm Lord, so we keep our staff to a minimum there. It turned out to be Ms. Dali, who had been a 'gravedigger' before. ”

Lorota began to look Grandin up and down suspiciously:

"The doctrine, composition, and membership of the Church are clearly written in the Nightwatchman's Handbook that was given to you at the time of entry...... You haven't seen it yet, have you? "New

Grandin tilted his head guiltily.

The thick booklet was classified by him as bedtime reading after the report was over, and it was always on his bedside.

"Ma'am, congratulations on your promotion, I'm honored to have worked with you."

Grandin's blessing was very dry, and then he complained:

"But in this case, instead of forming a team of night watchers, it is better to send more missionaries, so that the remaining thirty percent of the inhabitants believe in the goddess of the night."

He remembered the complaint of the inspector again, and there were a frightening number of 'gas explosions' in the port of Enmat...... This kind of folk custom is not in keeping with the sleep and tranquility advocated by the Church of the Night. This made him increasingly unoptimistic about the work that his former colleagues were about to do.

Lorota's face was a little strange:

"As the captain, I actually have the right to appoint a deputy to go to the port of Emmatt to assist me...... Although you like to arrive late and leave early, you have no problem with your ability to work. ”

Grandin jerked his head again:

"So I have to go to the port of Nmatt too?"

At first, he was a little resistant to leaving the city he knew and going to a completely unfamiliar place. But on second thought, it's not a big deal.

Whether it's by steam train or sea steamer, getting back to Beckland from the port of Emmatt is easy and doesn't delay his side hustle at all. Moreover, since he joined the night watchman, he has heard the name of the port of Enmat many times, and he is afraid that he has no special connection with it.

"I did make this request to the Templar, but it was denied. But this morning I received another notification from the Templar that they had agreed to my application. ”

Lorota was a little confused, and the Templars generally wouldn't change their decision easily.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow, you can wait a few days and arrange your personal affairs first. Once the Night Watch team in Port Emmatt is formed, you can always choose >>

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Opt back to Beckland. ”

Lorota's tone of voice already had a bit of Captain El's flavor.

Grandin had no opinion, so he took it as a favor for his friend. He then asked, "Is my position still 'Occult Advisor'?" ”

Lorota nodded, "Your position remains the same, but you have the status of a missionary." Congratulations, you can get a double paycheck. ”

A man who hasn't even read the teachings goes to be a missionary?

Grandin wanted to buy a train ticket to the Sanctuary in Wintershire right now to see if the person who had made the decision was in his brain.

The two of them, full of thoughts, did not speak for the rest of the journey.

Stop after stop, they finally heard the word 'Noble Street'.

Getting out of the carriage, Grandin saw the layout of Noble Street. It is flanked on both sides by detached houses with front yards and back gardens. They were standing at 1 Noble Street at this time.

They walked down the street for another ten minutes before they reached their destination.

The owner reported that there was blood in the yard and there would be a terrible roar. But in Grandin's experience, this is an ordinary house, and his spirit does not react in any way.

Lorota's closed eyes opened again, "It's clean, no grudges, no evil spirits. Anyway, let's find out the situation first. ”

Grandin has no objections.

The two pushed open the fence gate and entered the front yard, and walked through the neatly manicured grass to the porch.

After Lorota rang the doorbell, they waited for another dozen seconds.

The dark door opens.

The door was opened by a young woman in a black and white maid's dress, holding a broom and dustpan in her hands. After seeing the two strangers, she asked with some caution:

"What's the matter?"

Grandin smiled and took out his inspector credentials:

"We received a report and came to deal with it."

Plainclothes female inspectors can feel weird, so Grandin can only negotiate here, and Lorota pretends to be an assistant.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, "Please wait a moment. ”

With that, she hurried into the room, apparently informing the owner of the place.

"I smell alcohol." Lorota frowned slightly.

"Yes, wine, rum, beer. There are also flavors of fried chicken, fries, and Fenerport's crepes. Grandin added.

It seems that the homeowner just threw a party yesterday, and he doesn't look like his life is at stake.

I waited on the porch for more than ten minutes before I heard footsteps in the room.

The young man who appeared in front of the door was dressed in a silk nightgown and pulled on soft shoes:

"Damn it! You're finally here. I'm throwing a party tonight, and I don't want that inexplicable thing to bother me! ”

He pressed his unkempt hair with his hand, and when he spoke, a smell of wine wafted from his mouth:

"Shit. I've already written a letter of complaint, and if you can't fix it today, just wait for the Beckland Post headline tomorrow! ”

But the threat had no effect on Grandin and Lorota.

"Do you need me to help you get your complaint to the Beckland Letters and Calls Bureau? Or send it to the newspaper right away? Now, I might be able to catch up with the printing of newspapers. ”

Grandin took out his pocket watch and looked at it, it was just after 2 o'clock in the afternoon. If the case is closed this way, they will have some rest and will need to patrol Knight Street starting at 6 p.m.