"The definition of 'apprentice'......" Nora. Melos crossed her arms and pondered what Douglas had just said, when a flash of inspiration occurred to her mind, "What did you say last time?" ”

"The last sentence? The process of mastering potions ......"

"No, no, one more sentence!"

"Uh, I think I'm a real 'apprentice'?"

The Nightwatcher who heard this suddenly recalled another very similar phrase.

"That's because I've always been a true 'psychic.'"

Dai Li. When Simone had just been transferred to the diocese of Beckland, she said with a smile.

The genius, who had risen through the ranks of the supernatural and had been transferred from the Diocese of Tingen to Beckland a few years earlier, had been half-jokingly asked her a lot of questions about how quickly she had mastered potions, but Daly often replied simply.

Of course, everyone knew that she was the real, Sequence 7 "psychic", but when this answer was a tactful description of Dalie's talent, the smile passed. As night watchmen who are always on the brink of danger, they all know that in the extraordinary world, they should not try to take shortcuts, and relying on time and constant proficiency to master potions is the safest way.

After all, talent can't be copied, and Nora, who has heard of the other party's background. Merros also knows that such talent is not a sign of luck for anyone.

However, after hearing similar words again in such a situation, Melos suddenly had some new ideas.

If Daly's phrase wasn't just a joke, if the potion's name didn't exist just to dig into deeper symbolism, if the "Voyeur" motto "Do whatever you want, but don't hurt" wasn't just a warning......

She narrowed her lake-green eyes, feeling that she might have discovered something that had been unintentionally ignored.

But looking at Douglas, who was still obviously in a dazed state in front of him, Melos closed his eyes, calmed his mind with a quick meditation, and then said comfortingly: "I don't know what kind of phenomenon this is, but for now, it is not harmful to you." ”

"Hmm......" Douglas reached out and stroked the thick wooden tabletop, thoughtful.

"You go in and out of the Orthodox Church every day, and I don't think this kind of anomaly is a big deal." Merros said in a concluding tone, "You always pay attention to your own situation, I will go back and read some information or ask my seniors in the next few days, and I will tell you the results." Now, let's move on to today's lesson. ”

Thinking of the other party's deep background in the Dark Night Church, and thinking of those experienced red gloves, Douglas was completely in favor of such an arrangement. And I can go back and ask Antonia myself, maybe the Bloods know about it...... He nodded submissively, "Okay, teacher. ”

Because of this title, Merros looked at him deeply. Douglas had to admit that he did it on purpose, and he felt as if he had just "realized" something.

Just like playing a game, the Mage adds points to mana, the warrior adds points to strength, and the assassin adds points to agility, the more attributes that match the class, the more useful they are.

So, as an "apprentice" in Sequence 9, should I do something that an apprentice should do? For example, learning something new from a more experienced mentor like you are now?

With such a tentative idea, Douglas was particularly focused in the second half of the study.

Wait until you say goodbye to Nora. Melros, after leaving St. Samuel's Church, casually slipped into an uninhabited alley, pressed his hand against a wall, and "passed" through it.

"Well, it's a small amount, but the ability has really increased...... This wall is thicker than anything I've tried to 'wear' before......" Douglas was somewhat surprised to feel the power of the potion loosen in his body, which gave him some confidence in his concept.

It's just that such a change is obviously a "quantitative change" rather than a "qualitative change", and it does not bring him new abilities.

"I thought the potion was eaten, it was disposable...... So, the word 'digestion' seems more appropriate than mastering potions? Just like eating, it has to go through different degrees of digestion by the mouth, stomach, intestines and other organs to get all the nutrients!

"Digestion takes a certain amount of time and requires a specific chemical reaction...... In the case of potions, the former is in line with the three-year inspection period prescribed by the night watcher, and the latter should mean that the behavior is in line with the name of the potion?

"'Apprentice'...... In a literal sense, it means that you have not yet left the teacher and need to continue to study and improve? Isn't that 'master of tricks' really going to perform for people......"

He made a few guesses along these lines, but didn't diverge too much. After all, he couldn't confirm the origin of this state at the moment, so instead of guessing, he should think about how to get Rosell's diary from Antonia to see if there was any relevant record.

Thinking so, Douglas simply turned to another street corner, ready to take the public carriage back to Harvest Church, to see if he could solve the problem and save money for dinner while rubbing a working meal......

-

On the back of Pesfell Street, where St. Samuel's Church is located, inside an apartment building.

Al is handsome, but has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Hasan entered the lounge and saw Nora at a glance. Merros was scrutinizing a framed picture frame.

"Nora, is your class over?" He said hello, took off his trench coat and hung it on the hanger, chose a place to sit near the fireplace, and let out a long exhale, "Whew, it's starting to get cold." ”

"Oh, El...... How's the task? Melos was awakened from his contemplative state and responded with a smile.

"Some weak spirits inadvertently intruded into the dwelling of the living, and Lorota quickly resolved it."

Al said, casually glancing at the photo frame in her hand, revealing a soft expression: "It's a group photo from before......"

"Yes." Melros's gaze was fixed on Dali. Simone's figure, "That little guy just now made me suddenly miss Dali......"

Quite a middle-aged masculine charm. Hasson was silent for a few seconds and frowned: "I remember that one was a man...... He harassed you with words? ”

Nora. Melos was stunned for a moment and then laughed very unreservedly: "No, of course not! Oh my God, Al, is that all you remember about Daly is those jokes? ”

"You can't deny it, that's as remarkable as her talent." Al, who had received a negative answer, furrowed his brow and moved his knuckles.

At the mention of this topic, the two sighed in unison. For a moment, the lounge was eerily quiet, except for the crackling of the fireplace, until Lorota, who was supposed to guard Chanis Gate tonight, pushed the door in and said in surprise: "Why haven't you come home yet?" ”

Before Al could answer, he saw Nora. Merros took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind, placed the frame upside down on the table, and motioned for Lorota to close the door.

"I've got to hear your opinion on something." She said.

-

Winkle. Agassis was once again trapped in the room.

It's an exaggeration to say that the room is all over, and she can't even stand up straight in this small space. Tent-like makeshift houses made of discarded wooden planks and the like are all designed to survive this winter, and are incompatible with the most basic human dignity and comfort.

She kicked the door hard. Theoretically, a single kick from Sequence 6 of the "Hunter's" route would be enough to kick the entire Burrow over. However, with the blessing of an extraordinary object, the crumbling door panel adheres to its duty, acting as a boundary between the inside and the outside.

The red-haired shawl with a little heroic look between her eyebrows was silent for a moment, and then scolded: "Damn it!"

With this shout, a burst of flame rushed to the door, burning the poor plank to ashes, and igniting the miscellaneous things around it.

The wanderers shouted in panic. Winkle. Agassis rushed out of the room without looking back.

As she ran, she pulled out the revolver at her waist and stared at it with hatred, as if that would change something.

Winkel felt unlucky. Overnight, the vast Texas wasteland she knew and the hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-cow of her ranch had disappeared, and the world had become so strange that she could make fireballs with her bare hands.

It's also strange that a revolver is actually keen to lock the owner in any confined space! Any! Confined space! On the first day Winkel was forced to break the lock of the hotel and escape, the next day she had to break through the basement of a house, and on the third day she ......

Unrepentant, Winkel once again randomly selected a dwelling, skilfully picking locks, opening doors, and tumbling in. Without him, the winter in this place was very cold, and even if she could light her own fire, she didn't want to spend the night on the street.

She slipped into the house and pressed her hand against the door to stop it from collapsing. As a rule of thumb, as long as the doors and windows are closed to form an enclosed space, she must violently break through; But nothing will happen if you don't close the door and keep the space connected to the outside world.

Then Winkel looked up and sniffed in confusion, smelling the smell of blood in the air.

She wasn't afraid. She grew up on the ranch with her grandparents, swaying on horseback in her grandfather's arms and squinting at the glittering pupils of the beasts in the wilderness. As he grew older, Winkel learned to chase after his uncle and watch him shoot wild boars with a double-barreled shotgun, to catch hares and pikas that were burrowing and destroying pastures with a wire lasso, and to reach into the belly of a cow and fumble to untie the umbilical cord that was wrapped around the neck of the calf.

How can a hunter be afraid of the smell of blood? Winkel flicked the revolver, got up slowly, leaned his back against the wall and walked steadily into the room, stopping around the corner to listen.

There was only a very steady breathing sound, like that of a sleeping man. The smell of blood was mixed with a faint smell of wine and damp and unpleasant sweat. Winkel's fingers moved slightly to pull the trigger halfway off, and he dodged out, his arms raised and the muzzle of the gun swept across the small room.

No one paid attention to her. Not to mention the bloated corpse on the ground, the boy half-lying on the couch was still curled up and asleep, the blood-stained knife in his hand telling everything.

The hunter was not careless, and walked around the wine bottle rolling on the ground silently approached the corpse, kicked it with the tip of his boot, and found that the corpse was stiff, dead for at least two days. If it weren't for the fact that it was winter, the corpses would have rotted and stinked long ago.

Winkel's muzzle moved down slightly, pointed it at the sleeping boy, and then casually kicked a wine bottle open. The crunch of glass cracking woke the other party. He opened his eyes suddenly, almost jumping on the spot, his right hand clutching the hilt of the knife, raising his cloudy dark brown eyes to look at the muzzle of the black hole, and then he stopped throwing outward, and stood still on the sofa in a strange squatting and kneeling position.

The boy looked at her, tilted his head as if he was puzzled, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "...... Are you a police officer? ”

"No, I'm a robber." Winkel replied casually.

The boy actually nodded very calmly: "Then you are really an unlucky robber, our family has no money." ”

Hey, daring little guy...... She pouted at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Who is he?" ”

"My dad." The boy moved his arm and held up the knife to show her, "I've had enough, I've been hungry for a long time, but he'll only give money for wine and drink, and he'll only beat me." I stabbed three, no, four times. He's definitely dead, isn't he? ”

"Died completely."

"That's good, I'll use the money from his drinks to buy food. He'll never be able to hit me now. ”

The boy tilted his head as if he didn't care, and his defensive posture gradually relaxed, and he changed to a sitting position with his hands on his knees, and blinked at Winkel: "If you have anything you want, just take it." I don't need them. I think in a few days, the police will come and take me away, even though they have been late for a long time. ”

Winkle. Agassis gradually lowered his arm, removed the muzzle of the gun, looked the thin boy up and down, and suddenly laughed: "What's your name?" ”

"Little John." The boy pointed to the corpse, "He's old John." ”

"Little John, nice name." She snapped her fingers, "You can call me Winkel, I'll stay at your house for the time being, you don't have a problem, right?" ”

"Winkel......" Little John rubbed his eyes as if he hadn't woken up, and repeated the name, "Well, then you have to pay the rent." ”

After a pause, he hurriedly added: "There is also food expenses!" ”

The hunter motioned for him to throw the knife over first, and little John obediently complied. Winkel put away his knife and reassured himself as he inserted the revolver back into his holster, after all, a little boy would not be able to hurt the Sequence 6 Extraordinaire without a weapon. She kicked the corpse on the ground: "You still have an appetite for this thing lying in the house?" Get up and clean up, or there will be nothing to eat. ”

Little John glanced at her aggrievedly, jumped off the couch in resignation, and pondered for a few seconds next to his father's corpse: "...... If you throw it outside, someone will find it, lately, it's been a mess here. ”

Also, it's a bit inappropriate to let a child dump the body, but she's not familiar with the environment...... Winkel touched his chin and asked curiously, "It's been a mess lately?" What happened? How do you know? ”

"Dad has a lot of friends, and they're all bounty hunters." Little John left the body and wandered around picking up all the glass wine bottles on the ground into a basket, "They said last time that Aurora was looking for something, and they called the police. A lot of people came here in those two days. ”

Aurora Will? Winkel felt as if he had heard of the name, but he couldn't remember the specifics for a moment. This is not the first time this has happened, she didn't get entangled, just waved her hand: "Do you have a bathtub at home?" ”

"What are you going to do?"

Winkel snapped his fingers and lit a flame at his fingertips: "Burn your father to the ground." ”

Little John looked at the flame with wide eyes and let out a genuine "wow" with a curious face, but remembered to answer her question: "No...... But maybe you can put him down the drain and burn it? Go out through the kitchen door and there's a manhole cover, and you can burn it underneath. ”

Clever kids. Winkel nodded in agreement, then took out a few bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the little boy: "Go out and buy something to eat, come back, two." Don't tell anyone your dad is dead just yet. ”

"Are you going to drink?" Little John looked very skilled at running errands, tucking the money into a small pocket on his chest, "Do you prefer sausages, lamb or fish?" ”

"I hate alcohol, anything else." Winkel waved his hand and ordered, "Go!" I am hungry. ”

The boy made a military salute, trotted out of the room with a basket full of empty wine bottles, and closed the door with a sense of safety.

Closed the door...... The hunter was stunned, rushed to the door, grabbed the doorknob and pushed it. The wooden door does not move. The hapless seal came into play the moment it detected that the environment was closed, locking the entire space.

Winkel took a deep breath and began to think about how to explain to Little John later that they had to change a door.