"Good day, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Early in the morning, when Ember was about to leave the church of St. Samuel, he met Archbishop Anthony, who was waiting at the door at some point, and greeted him as usual.

"Good day, Mr. Ember."

Archbishop Anthony had a gentle smile on his face as always, "Your room will always be reserved for you, and you are welcome to come back at any time if you need it in the future." ”

"In addition, even if he no longer lives here, Mr. Ember can often come to the church to pray to the goddess......"

As he spoke, Anthony suddenly paused, his expression slightly strange.

Because Ember had lived here, he never seemed to have seen Ember pray to the goddess even once.

But after all, the other party is a real goddess, maybe he has a special way of praying.

His devotion to the goddess should not be denied because of the slightest difference in rituals.

"I will."

Ember bowed slightly, but he didn't rush to leave, but waited a little longer.

After making sure that Archbishop Anthony had nothing else to say, he left St. Samuel's Church and turned to the Beckland Detective Agency on the back of St. Samuel's Chapel.

Subsequently.

Unsurprisingly, he saw Al Hasen's team in the lobby of the Detective Agency.

This time they finally didn't play cards anymore, but played chess.

However, Ember guessed that the reason was probably because Lorota was not there, and they could only play chess without one.

And the moment they saw the embers, their expressions were shocked.

"Praise be to the Goddess!"

Al tapped four times clockwise on his chest, and said with an excited expression, "It's a miracle that you actually took the initiative to come to work!" This must be my prayer to the Goddess being answered! Praise be to the Goddess! ”

"No, I don't think so."

Borgia complained, how could the goddess respond to such a boring prayer of yours?

"Where's Ms. Lorota?"

Ember asked.

"She should be soaking up maid energy in the café now."

Borgia picked up a piece from the chessboard and held it in the palm of her hand, explaining, "She always said that there are three things that must be done in life: coffee, dessert and maid. ”

"Then again."

Ember looked at the two of them who were still playing chess leisurely, and his face was a little strange, "I've always wanted to ask, why do you either play cards or chess every time I come here?" Is our squad so idle? ”

"What nonsense!"

Al, with his back to the embers, turned around and glared at him, "Do you think everyone is like you?" It's been nearly half a month since I joined the night watch, and as a result, the total time to report is only three times, and the time spent at the headquarters is not more than an hour! ”

"We're not like you! We have to go to work on time early every morning, and even eat and live at the headquarters, and we can only sleep for two or three hours a day! In the words of Russell the Great, it is to wake up earlier than the chicken and sleep later than the dog! Don't compare us to you, that's an insult to us! ”

"Actually, it's quite idle."

Borgia glanced at El, and didn't give face because he was the captain, so he casually demolished his platform, "As the capital of the Kingdom of Rune, Beckland naturally has a lot of extraordinary people in the major churches. ”

"Take our night watchmen as an example, and there are at least a hundred night watchmen that I know of."

"But with so many extraordinary beings, of course it is impossible for all of them to stay at the headquarters."

"In fact, the Night Church basically has branches in all districts of the royal capital, and the night watchmen are usually scattered in small teams throughout the royal capital to carry out tasks, and they perform their duties in order to protect the city."

"As for the task of our team, it is to stay at the headquarters and stand by, and in the event of an emergency that other teams have too late to deal with, we will have to take over. However, there are enough night guards in the royal capital, and if it is a problem that cannot be handled by other teams, it will be transferred to the Red Glove to deal with, and we are generally not needed. ”

"So most of the time, our mission is to carry the seals to support other nearby cities, just like we did when we supported Tingen not long ago."

"But this kind of sudden situation may not happen once a month, so ......"

Borgia paused and said seriously, "Most of the time, we're really idle. ”

"So, do you understand?"

"Got it."

Ember bowed slightly, it was a low-profile version of the red gloves, it was easy to understand.

It's just that Ember still looked at Al Hazen a little weirdly.

In your working state, which fish almost every day, what right do you have to look at him with the eyes of a class enemy?

"Where are you free?"

Al Hasson was furious when he heard this, "Isn't commuting to and from work on time every day a serious job?!" Where is the ease of work? How many people are there who stick to their posts like us and don't leave their posts without permission? Tell me where we're free? ”

Borgia didn't speak, silently looking down at the chessboard.

The captain seems to be in good shape today, probably not having a chance to steal another pawn.

But if you don't steal the chess pieces, won't you win?

"And you!"

Al Hasson reprimanded Borgia for a face, then turned his gaze to Ember and looked at him warily and suspiciously, "You don't want to leave again, do you?" ”

"No, it won't."

Ember shook his head slightly, walked to the sofa and sat down, and under the strange gazes of the other two, he said in a deep voice, "Actually, I've been seriously thinking about whether or not to come to work recently. ”

“……”

Al Hassan's forehead is bruised, hard, fists hard!

What does it mean to seriously consider whether or not to come to work?!

If you don't come, you won't come, anyway, others can't do anything about you, and your salary is still taken every week.

As a result, you even came here to taunt again, right?

No one cares about those who deceive me at night?

Just as Ember was seriously thinking about whether to come to work, and Al Hasson was seriously thinking about whether to give him a punch.

A figure suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Al."

The visitor looked at the three people in the hall and shouted in a somewhat dry voice.

"Simon."

Al looked at the slightly haggard expression of the visitor, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Simon was also a night watchman at Beckland.

The last time their team went to Tingen on a business trip, it was Simon's team that took over their duties and stood by the detective agency.

But looking at Simon's appearance, it's obvious that something is wrong!

"Eve is dead."

Simon's voice was hoarse, "Al, I've heard that your team's Lorota has been promoted to 'psychic'. I hope you can help me and count me as a debt to you. ”

"Eve is dead?!"

Al and Borgia were shocked at the same time.

Simon Herbert, a Sequence 7 nightmare like Al.

Eve is his teammate, a soothsayer who was recently promoted to Sequence 8 'Joker'.

Obviously, they had only met not long ago.

But now Simon suddenly comes to the door to tell them the sad news of Eve's death.

That's an official extraordinary?! Anyone would dare to attack the official extraordinaire in Beckland?

"Lorota should be in the café next door, I'll call him."

Borgia immediately stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Go and get back."

Al nodded solemnly.

Simon is his best friend, and the dead Eve is also Lorotta's best friend and an official extraordinary.

In public and private, they must help with this favor.