"Huh? What's the matter, you look like you're surprised? Venason smiled and waited where he was, not going to the couch and chair.

"No, I'll call the captain now." The brown-haired girl visibly nervous, lifted her calves and staggered towards the reading area behind her that was stacked with shelves.

Well, what a reckless little girl, and she didn't know how to sit me down and pour me a cup of black tea or something.

Venason looked around, only to see that the layout had changed a lot from the last time he came, and the only thing that had not changed was the black iron door, the iron door that led to the underground necropolis.

After two or three minutes, the brown-haired girl came out of the reading area and said with a sweet smile:

"Mr. Venason, the captain asks you to come over, please follow me."

"Okay." Venason walked kindly, muttering to himself.

How many steps do you need someone to lead the way?

Through the layers of wood-colored bookshelves, the first thing that caught his eye was a short corridor, and what was shocking was that there were doors on the left and right sides of this corridor, which looked like offices.

Some of these offices were locked, some were open, and the people inside could be seen practicing the use of charms in the obscure ancient Hermetian language.

After a glance, Vinason found an acquaintance: it was his landlord, Frank.

He was draped in a black hooded robe with runes engraved on it, and his left arm was obviously wrapped in bandages that were hooked into an inverted triangle, but he still looked unruly.

Vinathan's gaze paused for a moment, and he didn't speak, but only bowed his head in acknowledgment, and the other smiled back.

The brown-haired girl walked to the end, twisted the handle of the opposite office, pushed the door open, pointed inside, and smiled:

"Please."

"Thank you!"

The office was no different from a normal office, with a sheepskin sofa, a wooden desk, several benches, a large fireplace to the left, elegant gas lamps on the walls on either side, and the "Holy Emblem of Hornavich", a symbol of the sleeping and crimson gods.

Bright and warm sunlight shone through the large glass window directly in front of the figure, creating a blurry darkness in front of it.

"Welcome back, Vinason van der Rohe."

Trample!

Stompe!

As the figure moved, Joseph Paxton, dressed in a tuxedo and a top hat, turned from the shadows and sat down at the captain's table, his face still smiling kindly, bowing slightly at Venason.

"Good afternoon, Captain Joseph!" Venason took off his hat and bent down and saluted to the figure in front of him.

Immediately afterward, he saw Joseph Paxton's left thigh, which was visibly twisted, and the right side of his abdomen was also empty.

It's a wound left over from a previous transcendent event......

"It's only been a month or two since I quickly touched the profanity card to gain extraordinary abilities and lead the group to first place in points at Hornavich University, which is a good result," asked Joseph Paxton, smiling as he pulled out his black pipe.

"It's just a fluke." Vinason did not intend to hide what had happened in the past month, and he also knew that a lot of information was shared within Hornavich, and even if he wanted to hide it, there was no way, but he did not intend to admit it proudly, and just used the modern word luck to respond to the current situation.

"Fluke? I like this word, it's old, it's special, and it's part of the fluke to have enough strength. ”

Joseph pulled open the desk drawer and pulled out a miniature version of the crimson badge.

"It's yours now, it's the symbol of the Night's Watch of the Church of Honavich, and when you wear it, you'll be blessed by the Sleeping and Crimson God."

"The contract of the night watchman is three years, generally three years is an assessment period, you have just joined the company, the weekly salary is five pounds 10 decrees, and there is an additional pound 3 decrees per month for confidentiality and risk subsidies, there are also task rewards for excellent completion of tasks, and there are additional thirty pounds per person for the New Year, you missed the New Year, and you can only wait for next year."

"The weekly salary is five pounds and 10 decrees, which is also fantastic, and I have no other problems." Venason took the badge and took a cursory glance at it, revealing that there was a trace of blood left on it.

"Well, as for your contract, it has now arrived at the headquarters of the Honavich Church, and after it is reviewed and sealed, your identity will be revealed in the church." Joseph pointed to a record on the table.

"The entire Faslanka clergy recruiter list is public, but I think you can sign your name in advance."

After listening to Joseph's words, Venason hurriedly put away the badge, picked up the pen parked on the table, dipped it in the dark red ink stored in the glass bottle next to it, first tried the pen with waste paper, and then took a calm breath, and signed his name in the corresponding position on the clergy list: Vinason van der Rohe.

After signing, Joseph withdrew the list, he stood up, opened the drawer, put it in, and then reached for Venason with one hand:

"Welcome, from now on, you are part of our Night's Watch!"

Venason followed Joseph's movements, also stretched out his hand, held the other party's hand and smiled:

"Now it's time for me to call you Captain?"

"Yes."

After shaking hands, the two sat down, and Venason glanced at Joseph, who he saw that his eyes were darkening.

"Captain, I have something I want to ask you!"

"Want to know about the last attack?" Joseph spoke suddenly.

"So you guessed it."

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much, this attack is not all because of you, to be honest, the actions of the Mother God Church of Desire this time are beyond everyone's expectations."

Joseph took the tobacco leaves out of the drawer, stuffed them into his pipe little by little, lit it, took a puff, and spat out a ring of smoke.

"In the city of Faslanka, in addition to the ordinary police, there is also a group of teams that will target various supernatural events in the city, as I told you before, in addition to our night watchmen, there are also Poseidon Enforcers, Sun Crusades, Light Crusades, and other church judges, these teams will make corresponding decisions, and in the event of an attack, they will also be the first to stand up to protect the safety of innocent people."

"This time is a very big transcendent event, we ran into the cubs of the legendary mythical creature Black Goat, almost all the transcendent squads have been wiped out, and now I can still stand in front of you, which is a great blessing."

"As I said before, every year there will be extraordinary events, and every occurrence will indicate death, and there are also some lucky people who will survive the extraordinary events, but they are strongly polluted, and almost half of the people who are exiled throughout the year are almost all from our teammates."

"Captain, there is a case in the police department that seems to be involved in an extraordinary event......"

At that moment, the voice of the brown-haired girl from earlier came from outside the door, and she hurriedly pushed the door in, forgetting to even knock on the door, followed by a policeman with a glazed gaze.

It was Officer Hollington with a two-puff of mustache.