Douglas, who woke up on time at half past six in the morning, couldn't help but think back to the countless late nights when he was a college dog playing games, reading comics, or catching up on homework.

As long as you're young enough, it's okay to stay up late once in a while. It's just that in his previous life, he couldn't get up on time after staying up late. In this era when alarm clocks were not yet commonplace, there was a profession similar to that of the watchman in ancient China, which used a long pole to knock on the window in the morning to wake people up, so as to ensure that the medieval workers would not oversleep. Of course, there is a fee for this wake-up service.

But after becoming extraordinary, Douglas found that as long as he repeatedly hinted at the time of his wake-up tomorrow morning before going to bed, his spirituality was like a mobile phone placed next to his pillow in his previous life, buzzing and ringing, which was enough to wake him up. He yawned as softly as he could through the hallway to the bathroom to take care of his personal hygiene, then went downstairs to cut himself two slices of bread, fried eggs and bacon for breakfast, and hesitated for a few seconds between making tea or coffee.

"Forget it, let's drink tea, the coffee here is too bitter......" he muttered and reached for the tea can, brewed a strong cup of black tea, and after simply filling his stomach, he left a note on the table to explain to Emma, the maid at home, that he had something to do when he got up early and went out, so he didn't need to leave lunch.

Emma is very young, not much older than Veretti. In the first few weeks of moving in, he and Veretti were quite unaccustomed to being served by someone, but the social climate was here, and the landlords, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, were old and did need someone to take care of them. The best Douglas can do is to leave early and return late in the name of work, and try to bother Emma with as little trouble as possible.

Veretti's response was more subtle - she relied on her past experience in the East Side and the advantages of her gender and age to quickly establish a friendship with Emma beyond the master-servant relationship, often using the excuse of learning to cook or other reasons to be alone with Emma, and in a few months taught Emma, who had dropped out of school, to read and write.

The whole teaching process is very similar to the underground party connection due to various force majeure reasons. Veretti discussed the matter with Douglas privately: Mr. and Mrs. Thomas were by no means the cold-hearted, harsh employers, on the contrary, the old couple were generous and generous, but a little bit more class-oriented, well, a little bit more billion.

According to the current situation in Rune society, the ability to read and write is an important watershed for the people at the bottom, especially women. The only good job that an illiterate woman can get is to become a textile worker or a domestic maid; However, women who have learned to read and write and have received basic education will have more diverse career choices, such as typists, front desk staff, etc., even if they are also maids, they also have the opportunity to be promoted to the head maid of wealthy families in the future.

If there is no family drag, they can even go back to school with enough money to earn a diploma for themselves, find more decent jobs, and truly get out of the bottom of life.

Unfortunately, such good fortune is rare, and people who don't know where their next meal will be don't have the energy to think about the long term. Generally speaking, employers do not prepare literacy courses for maids, just like the Thomas, who consider themselves middle-class, although they are kind to Emma, never want to help her learn and read to live a better life: they always think that people should not leave their class without permission, otherwise society will be chaotic.

"There's a word called 'class limitations,'" Douglas reluctantly regained his former liberal arts student identity as he explained it to Veretti, "and we don't think about hiring someone to serve tea for us when we live in the East End, it's something outside of our lives." This may be a common occurrence in the world of the Thomas, but people are not the parts of a machine that work in a machine, and change is already happening when you want to do something for Emma. ”

Veretti looked at him with some blankness: "'Class limitations'...... I've never heard of this term. ”

Douglas did not hesitate to throw the pot at the fellow: "It was the theory put forward by Russell the Great...... One. Don't worry about that. In short, if you want, you can start by teaching Emma to read. ”

So far, literacy education has been very successful. Douglas pressed the note under the teapot, cleaned himself up, and walked out of the house.

Even though the heating season is coming to an end, the air in Beckland is inevitably tainted with soot. Rubbing his itchy nose, Douglas sideways to the bicycle-ridden postman to get out of the way and walk to the public carriage stop at the end of the street, all the way to a street near the East End.

This was the meeting place where Taryn had agreed with him, but Douglas arrived an hour early and wandered around, occasionally using his extraordinary abilities to cut corners through walls and make sure his surroundings were as safe as possible.

During this period, when he walked to the dark side of the street, he spread his spirituality while no one was passing by, and "caught" a black bat from his shadow.

- This is from the Blood Baron Ruth. Bathory's "shadow bat", which has anti-divination properties, is difficult to detect by conventional means. As long as Douglas touches the "Shadow Bat" with his spirit and gives a distress signal, Bathory will sense it.

For Douglas, the "Shadow Bat" is actually a double-edged sword, both protection and surveillance. This time, however, in order to cooperate with MI9, Fr. Schultz said that the Church would suspend "surveillance" and only retain the "spiritual connection" that could contact Bartory for protection.

This means that Douglas has the hope of poking someone else with this double-edged sword, such as Mr. Tarron, who is suspected of having ties to members of the Covert Order.

After all, it is impossible for a Gnosis member to go to the church to denounce him in person, otherwise there will be a surrender plot that only appears in funny cartoons when Father Schultz asks "Do you have any proof?" and then the Gnostic member replies "Yes, I am his superior, and I arranged this job".

Therefore, Tyron, who is also an official or the current second or fifth boy, is the key, and Tyron can use his position to fabricate some clues and plots and cause a detailed investigation by the church, so that Douglas's past experience is exposed. Douglas didn't have the confidence to hide the means of dreaming and channeling, and it was difficult not to be weak when he did bad things, although in essence he didn't do it.

But if I think about it, if I had grabbed Taryn's handle first, things might have turned around...... Douglas rubbed the head of the "Shadow Bat", and the little black creature squeaked and hid back into his shadow, waiting to be called. He left the sparsely populated path and returned to the agreed place, where he soon waited for Tyron, who had come to the appointment.

The intelligence officer from MI9 still had the same cold expression, his sharp eyes swept over the revolver pinned to Douglas's waist, and said in a flat tone: "You are very punctual." ”

Compared to the restraint in the church, Douglas deliberately showed some vulgarity and rudeness belonging to bounty hunters, and looked people up and down without letting go, and unexpectedly found that Taryn had faint blue and black marks under his eyes, and he didn't seem to have slept well.

Look, what's so good about being a two-five boy, even the quality of sleep can't be guaranteed...... He sighed silently in his heart, did not greet the other party, and asked bluntly: "What are you going to do next?" ”

"Follow me." Taryn didn't care about his attitude, and led the way to the East End, exposing his back generously.

Douglas pulled two steps away from him, his left hand creeping into his coat pocket and pinching a charm. Tyron's frank posture was more like a fearless gesture in his eyes, after all, he couldn't really take this opportunity to give the other party a shot.

However, he was nervously wary, but Taryn was really meticulous in talking to him about work, and sent him a few pages of information in between.

The information is about Winkel. Agassis – real name Winkel. Einhorn's background check. This is a suspicious fellow, there is news that does not read in vain, Douglas divided a little energy to browse through the information at a glance, and then found that this is really a ruthless person. In MI9's records, Winkel is the Hunter of Sequence 6 and has a partial official background, having repeatedly sabotaged MI9 operations during his time in Vrsack and committing heinous acts of torture and murder of intelligence officers.

Sequence 6...... Douglas secretly said that if there is really a fellow who crosses over to Winkel, it is difficult to say whether it is profitable or miserable, after all, it seems that the "crossing" is based on the dying life of the original owner. Sequence Six is already a mid-sequence powerhouse in the mysterious fading Fifth Age, and the only one who can bring Sequence Six to the point of dying is a stronger opponent. Such an adversary would not have given up if he had known that Winkel had "come back from the dead...... Wait a minute?

He flipped back to the first page, which stated that MI9 had discovered that Winkel had infiltrated Beckland in a battle in the northwestern suburbs, but did not elaborate. Douglas closed the folder thoughtfully and looked up at Taryn, who was leading the way.

At this moment, as if being poured on his head by a bucket of cold water, Douglas suddenly felt a chill in his back and his hairs stood on end. His spiritual intuition was a staring reminder that someone was secretly staring! He immediately stopped moving forward, dropping the folder with his right hand as he tried to retreat through the walls of the nearby building and reach for the revolver on his waist.

However, after only a few centimeters of his arm moved, Douglas "hissed" and felt a small pain coming from his bare/bare skin, faint but not to be ignored. Immediately afterward, his movement to escape was also hindered by something, as if the pain of being cut through the edge of a thin paper occurred almost simultaneously in various parts of his body. His brow furrowed, and he turned his head slightly, sweeping his afterglow towards his arm.

The shape of the wound was narrow and small, and the beads of blood rolled down the air to create a bright red line that was imperceptible to the naked eye. Douglas realized that he was bound by a multitude of invisible, tight threads, as if he had fallen into a cobweb, a solid prey, and even struggling was only a futile attempt to increase the wound.

The "Night" charm hidden in his left hand couldn't cope with the current situation...... He exhaled slowly, still in the mood to make a joke at Tyron, who turned to look at him, "MI9 agents are slower to respond to emergencies than I am, no wonder you haven't been able to catch a spy for months." ”

In any case, Douglas leaned that the other side would not kill him. The experience of working for the "Gnosis Society" in the past told him that this secret organization would not be so reckless, and there were many chances of killing a Sequence Nine silently, but if the other party had a brain, he would not choose it today.

A good person lent you out to do an errand, and died before a day passed, is this for fear that the church will not be suspicious?

Ignoring the botched provocation, Taryn walked over and picked up the folder on the ground and patted the dust, looking over his shoulder and looking behind him. Douglas raised an eyebrow and tried to turn back, but was stopped by a hand reaching from behind and pressing it to the side of his face.

"Don't worry." The visitor whispered ambiguously not far from his ear, and the warm breath accompanied by a familiar aroma blew into his neck, bringing a rustling itch, "If you act so recklessly, I can't guarantee how long your head will stay on your neck......

The voice that is obviously feminine is soft and lazy, but the words spoken are like horror movie lines, and Douglas goosebumps rise when he hears it. When did you post it...... In short, he could now feel the other's curved, boneless body clinging to his back. The fair, slender hands left the side of the face, casually descended, cut round nails across Douglas's jaw and the side of his neck, and then, very inappropriately, reached into the collar of his shirt and rubbed it on his chest.

Douglas was so frightened by this unrestrained action that he almost jumped on the spot, and the sentence "Help, someone is playing hooligan" stuck in his throat, shouting is not, not shouting is not. Ignoring the risk of being choked by the invisible thread, he leaned forward with all his might, trying to organize words to stop the other party's harassment, but he didn't know how to speak.

Why is the Erwuzai joint scene so immoral...... Douglas cast a condemning look at Tyron, who was standing next to him, only to find that a complicated look appeared on the other party's face.

…… Aren't you guys all in this group, what the hell are you shocking, don't you take care of it?!

As if pleased by the way the two looked at each other, the comer giggled, withdrew his messy hand, and finally turned to Douglas so that he could see her face clearly: "It's just the past two or three years, you won't forget me, will you?" ”

You used to wear a veil, when have I ever seen your face...... Coming face to face with the Gnosis Society member who guided him to the extraordinary world reminded Douglas of some deeply hidden and locked memories. He quickly rummaged through a name, looked directly into the other person's lilac eyes, and whispered, "...... Long time no see, Miss Cortina. ”

Cortina smiled crookedly, but the search was unceremonious, and after taking the revolver, she didn't forget to touch every pocket on his body, and took out a few charms and handed them to Tyrann.

Douglas was terrified. The main reason is that Cortina is a little skillful in touching people, and it is a little inappropriate for children...... Sister, let's be reserved, although I look like a man, I'm not, you know......

He closed his eyes in grief, trying to meditate to restrain his inexplicable agitation.

"Relax, it's just a hello......" The initiator pointed his chapped lips with his finger as if he hadn't had enough fun, criticizing his performance, "Why are you more nervous than when you first climbed into my bed?" ”

, even the Intis wouldn't greet them like that - wait a minute, what are you talking about in the second half of the sentence? Douglas's eyes widened in horror as he closed his eyes and saw Cortina draw closer, until their breaths mingled. In the unique aroma that came to his face, he was a little devastated to find that he seemed to be familiar with such a scene, as if they had already been in contact with each other more intimately......

And Cortina, with her hands on his shoulders and neck, with a sly smile, wiped the blood from the scratched skin left by Douglas as he struggled with her fingertips, and her voice was as soft as a lover's whisper:

"That's ...... You should remember it, right? ”