"Kid, I asked you once earlier if you wanted to join us. That time doesn't count, now I'll give you a chance to choose... If you don't want to, then you'll be treated as if I never showed up..."

"But you can think about it, if you agree, there will be no turning back, you will have no chance to live with ordinary people in this life, and even your own family will never see each other again, sadness and darkness will fill this point of no return..."

"Are you ready?"

Otis looked at Ilore, and his eyes were no longer kind, but full of seriousness and seriousness.

"I think I can!"

Ilore said firmly, then added:

"I'll at least catch up with my father."

"Okay, I respect your decision, but you're still far away, come with me to church... You should know about churches, right? ”

"You know, the largest moonlight church in the transition zone." Ilore replied.

The Moonlight Church was built a little earlier than Oliton University, and was built by the upper leaders for the Moonlight Church, and it is said that there is a secret passage in Oliton University that leads to the underground of the Moonlight Church.

It is located on the edge of the transitional zone and in the middle of the upper district, and has a headquarters and a local church, which is naturally what Ilore is talking about.

There are still many people who go to church for worship, and the belief in the goddess of the moon is a must-have in Olyton.

"What are we going to church for? You... Oh, our organization... Is the Moonlight Church? Ilore asked, looking at Otis with adoration in his eyes.

The Moonlight Church was one of the largest organizations in Oliton in his memory, the others being the Cult of Steam and the forces of the City Lord.

"Our organization is indeed the Moonlight Church, but the headquarters are not in the Moonlight Church... The same cannot be said either, it is there, but it is not there either. ”

Otis pointed to the church in front of him, next to which there were only ordinary buildings built side by side, but this building was clearly not for ordinary people.

The two entered the church as they spoke.

The interior of the church is large, but not empty, and it is more like a traditional church than an office and a place of worship next to it.

The wide hallway was lined with doors, some open, but mostly closed, and the sound of heavy typewriters emanating from room to room.

Ilore looked at it all, the church he remembered was not like this, he couldn't see any church element other than the insignia of the goddess of the moon on each door.

"The church is not an antique, and we need to make some changes according to the development of technology," Otis explained.

"Come, come in with me." Otis had a badge in his hand, and it fit into a small hole at the end of the hallway.

The wall at the end flipped over, leading the two to the most hidden part of the church.

The people outside the door of the chamber sensed the commotion, and when they saw that it was Otis, they turned to their own business.

......

In the chamber, next to the staircase leading to the upper floor, a woman was sitting in a messy pile of books, "Basic Magical Theory... Not this.. Is this one? It doesn't seem to be... Hey, it's annoying! Huh... Otis? Who is this? ”

The woman noticed the arrival of the two, and he and Otis seemed to be very familiar.

"Carlo's son, the one he often mentions... Not Calondo. Otis looked at the cluttered floor and introduced with a stiff face, "This is Lindesie Moran, my... apprentice...."

"I'm Ilore.... Ilore Camille. Ilore added that he noticed that the long scar on Otis's face was shaking.

"Oh, it turns out that you are the Ilol that Teacher Carlo often mentions, I'm Lindesie Moran, the only apprentice of several teachers, let me tell you... Teacher, he talks about you every day, and he said..."Lindsey stopped suddenly, and she also noticed that Otis's face was not quite right.

"That.... Teacher? Lindsey said tentatively.

"You clean up this place for me and come back to me!" Otis yelled, frustrated with the female apprentice, and pulled Ilore up the stairs next to the stack of books.

There were no lights or candles in the hallway, but it was still very bright, and there were three or four doors on either side of the hallway, all locked, and the doors were painted with strange symbols.

The door at the end of the staircase was open, and inside was a larger room, with a window facing the street outside.

There was only a pair of tables and chairs, a bookcase, and a small dark red cabinet in the room, and the cabinet in this corner was inconspicuous.

On the table was a quill and a bottle of ink, on which a mess of papers and scrolls were arranged, and it was evident that the owner of the room was not very good at tidying up his things.

"This is where I work here, we belong to the Moonlight Church, we are the night watchmen sent by the church, here... Guardians. Otis looked at Ilor, expecting him to cast a surprised look.

Ilore was unexpectedly calm, "It's not hard to guess... After all, my father was a hero, and I knew what kind of person he was, at least that's what my mother said... Why do you think so of me? ”

"You don't look much like your father, and he and I almost cried out in excitement when he and I first came here." Otis was surprised.

"Now tell you what we usually do, I just said that we are night watchmen, so..."

"To fight those monsters... Is that right? ”

There was a hint of excitement in Ilore's tone, he was still the adventurous teenager in his bones.

"That's for the future, now... I need you to deliver the newspaper. Otis interrupted his excitement and pulled out a stack of newspapers, a card, and a wooden box.

"Deliver to the address on the card, I've asked Olyton University for a long leave of absence... The box is something left by your father to open when you get home.... Don't let people see what's inside, special stuff, you know... During this time, you can deliver the newspaper with peace of mind..."

Ilore froze in place.

Otis got up and slipped the newspaper and card into Ilore's coat, placed the wooden box on the ground, and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's what your father and I did, you know... It's not easy. Then he went downstairs.

Ilorore pulled out the newspaper in his coat, and next to the giant rat on the headline was a string of illegible symbols...

He rolled up the newspaper and held it in his hand, there was no other useful information in the Daily Olyton.

Then he took out the card with his other hand, and scribbled a common address and person's name:

"Olyton University Lower Division-Heavenly System-Tiffin Hendry."

"Olyton University again? Counting me and Otis, this is the third, this little school is really a mess... Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Ilor was speechless.

Although he is a faculty member in the Steam department, he is not familiar with teachers in other departments.

So he had never met Tiffin before, and maybe even traveled to a place outside of the school's Steam department office and teaching office for the first time.

Ilore jotted down the address on the card, picked up the wooden box, and headed downstairs, where Lindse was sorting through the mess on the floor.

"Alas, when will it be finished... Eh, Ilor, the teacher just left, why did you leave? That's right, yes, come help me, I...."

When Lindsey saw Ilor, she started talking, but Ilore interrupted her.

"Mr. Otis has given me a mission, so I can't help you." Ilore said quickly, but his pace quickened

"Huh? All right... Wait, what's the task? Can I go along? It's exciting to think about! Don't go... Feed! ”

Lindse looked at Ilore as she quickly walked away, and lay down in the stack of books, she was afraid that she would not be able to do anything other than organize the books today.

After Irolel escaped from Lindse, she walked home, and it was inconvenient for her to go to Olyton University with a wooden box in hand.

In the afternoon in the lower area, there are not many pedestrians on the road.

A diminutive man saw a stack of newspapers in Ilore's hand and ran to buy it.

Obviously, Ilorore was the only one on the road at this time, who looked like he was selling newspapers.

"Excuse me, newspapers," the man asked, apparently concerned about them.

"It's not for sale, it's for giving away." Irore interrupted the conversation and hurried towards the university.

"What a weirdo... But how can it be so familiar? The man sneered.

......

When Irore got home, he closed the door, and the smell of the kerosene lamps that had been extinguished this morning had long since dissipated into the air.

He placed the box on the table, put the newspaper aside, and opened it.

Inside the wooden box was a device made of steel, and attached to its steel plates were two sharp "daggers" with carefully wiped marks.

There are also two connection points and a switch-like thing on the device, and intricate patterns are scattered all over the two connection points.

Ilore took the device in his hand and pressed the switch, and the two sharp daggers flicked up in an instant.

This is clearly the weapon used by Carlo in the story of Otis to fight to the death against monsters.

"It turns out... This is my father's bow..."Irore opened the chest under the table, where the hunting bow lay quietly.

"It should be here..."Ilor picked up the hunting bow and tried to put the device together with the bow.

With a click, a silver glow erupted from the junction, and the device and the back of the hunting bow were perfectly combined.

"My father's legacy to me..."Irol looked at the bow in his hand, the bow that had accompanied Carlo for more than ten years was now officially transferred to Ilor's body.

"It's fate," Ilore sighed, wondering if it was for the hunting bow in his hand or because of his father's early death.

Maybe it's both...

"I don't need it yet..."

As she spoke, Ilore put the bow back in the box, and placed the wooden box on the table under the table, so that the two wooden boxes were side by side.

After putting the box away, he picked up the newspaper on the table, sorted out his dusty clothes, and looked out the window.

"It's still early, so I'm going to get this newspaper away," he muttered.