At midnight, the city-state of Custer quieted down.

No. 44 Golden Street, a two-story building at the intersection of roads, is made of brick and stone with a triangular roof.

The façade of the house is painted bright yellow, which stands out from the other buildings, except for the gray tiles of the roof, which is in keeping with the style of the Golden Street.

"On August 8, 1578 in the new calendar, the weather was ......"

Wayne Loft tilted his head to look out the window, a red moon hung high in the night sky, and the shadows in the red moon could be faintly seen, like a floating light.

Under the light of the red moon, the red moonlight is hazy and dim, which adds a bit of mystery to this dark night.

Nearby, there is a kerosene street lamp more than one person high, and above the black lamppost is a wooden lampshade, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and through the window, you can see the dim fire in the lampshade, driving away the night.

He was already familiar with them.

Every day before dark, when the Krems Cathedral bell strikes the sixth time, he sees a lamplighter in a black cloak, lighting a kerosene lamp on time.

Immediately afterwards, the lighter will stand in silence with his hands crossed over his shoulders and whisper, "Praise be to the Lord of the Dawn!" ”

Every time he saw this scene, a strange thought swelled up in his mind: if the kerosene lamps were not lit, did it mean that they had been abandoned by the Lord of Dawn?

“…… Clear. ”

Wayne knocked down the two "buttons" like this, spelled out the golden word "Qing", and threw it into the black light curtain in front of him, as if swallowed by the void space, and there were several black ripples.

Compared with the kerosene street lamp of the lamplighter outside, the "typewriter" in his hand is obviously a hundred times weirder.

On the oak base, a silver box is inlaid with a delicate ornamentation, just like a jewelry box.

Press and hold the switch on the left side of the box, and a "keyboard"-like thing will slowly pop up when you go down—a "typewriter".

There are six rows in total, each row has 12 "buttons", and a total of 72 "buttons" representing lingua franca characters, neatly arranged on them.

Although the workmanship of the "buttons" is a little rough, the crisp and pleasant sound when tapping can't help but remind Wayne of the days and nights he fought on the Ionian continent in his previous life.

It's a pity that there is no going back......

That's right, he's not from this world.

A week ago, he woke up from his slumber to find that everything around him had changed.

At first, he thought it was a prank by his friends and got him to the studio.

But after receiving the memories of his predecessor, he has to accept the fact that he has crossed over.

After experiencing hesitation, fear, and loss......

Wayne quickly gathered his mindset and chose to face reality positively—especially when he saw a monster with a human arm in his mouth pass by the window three nights ago.

He swears!

It was definitely a very scary monster, it looked like a wolf, but it was much bigger.

The monster was covered in gray scales, its limbs burned with pale flames, and it had a pair of huge wings on its back, which slashed across the night sky.

Under the light of the red moon, it is like a demon crawling out of the abyss, which makes people shudder.

Even when he peeked at it from a distance, Wayne could feel his own tremors and fear, and he couldn't resist in the slightest.

However, he was also a blessing in disguise - something like a game properties panel came to mind.

Name: Wayne Love

Bloodline: Sarut ethnicity

Occupation: None

Toughness Rating: 7 (7) (Represents physical strength, including strength, speed, constitution, etc.) ）

Spirit Level: 8 (15+1) (Represents spiritual power, including perception, will, and soul, etc.) ）

Talents: None

Skill: None

Survival points: 3

[Beings from other worlds, even if you have already been exposed to the mysteries hidden in the real world, you ignorantly think that it is true. Evaluation: Weak chicken. Reward: +3 Survival Points. 】

[You peeked at the deep vicious dog, but the abyssal species that had already eaten a full meal didn't pay attention to your gaze, and you escaped. Rating: Cheers to luck! Special Reward: Spirit Level +1. 】

[Deep Evil Dog: The pet of the Lord of the Deep Abyss, the guardian of the abyss world, the terrifying demon who shuttles between the abyss and the real world, and likes a kind of snack called "human" the most. 】

[Note 1: Any mysterious side of the matter that happens to you will grant you a survival point reward (participation or witnessing.)] Special events can be rewarded with additional rewards. 】

[Note 2: Survival Points can only be used to unlock knowledge and improve skills and natural abilities.] 】

Goldfinger?

Wayne thought that he was going to develop in this strange world, but he didn't expect that there would be unexpected surprises.

Although this panel does not play a role for the time being, it is enough to make him look forward to the future.

Therefore –

Since that day, he has decided to take a good look at this world full of mysteries, weirdness, and magic.

But

Until then, he has to complete an errand that his predecessor had worked so hard to earn.

"Praise be to the Lord of Wraiths! The city-state of Caster was as calm as ever, the sun was still rising, the red moon was still hanging high, and everything was so beautiful...... Intelligence Officer of the Caster City-State, by Wayne Lovett. ”

This is the job that the predecessor found - the intelligence officer of the Ghost School in the city-state of Caster!

The job is also very simple, just pass on what is happening in the city-state from time to time through that "typewriter".

And after Wayne replaced the body of his predecessor, he inherited the job and carried it forward.

The predecessor was generally transmitted once every three days, but Wayne was different, and he was more ...... every day Ah no, it's the insistence on passing on new "intelligence" every day in exchange for a meager salary.

Each piece of information is no more than a thousand words, and the guaranteed salary is 6p - the equivalent of 30 yuan in a previous life. (12 pence = 1 shilling, 20 shillings = 1 gold pound)

And that's not even counting the additional bonuses given based on the value of the intelligence.

And most critically!

Within the Ghost School, he can also buy some knowledge with money, such as the most basic meditation method, which only costs 2 gold pounds.

Look, even the commission bonus system and the point exchange system have come out.

What is it?

This is the pattern,

The Ghost School deserves to become bigger and stronger!

So, after learning this, Wayne counted the little coffers on his body every day - 1 gold pound, 19 shillings and 6 pence.

As long as the money arrives today, he can redeem the meditation method.

It is hoped that this will open the door to the Ghost Wizard and step into the ranks of the transcendent.

Even he had set his goal - to press the ghostly vicious dog to the ground and rub it.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

When Wayne came back from his reverie, he saw that the "telephone" next to the "typewriter" was vibrating wildly.

Groove,

Got a call?

Like the "typewriter", this "telephone" is just as weird - it looks like a trophy, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, pure gold, and has a blue flame scroll on the body.

initiate

Wayne reached out and clicked on the jewel button on the "telephone".

Dark blue flames erupted from above, and a cold and cold aura spread, making him shudder.

Immediately after, a slightly slender figure appeared in the flames, and distorted illusory as the flames burned.

The figure was wrapped in a black hooded robe, revealing only its softly contoured chin, and ...... Broad, fair-skinned mind.

"Wayne Lovet?" A crisp and cold voice sounded.

Woman?

The intelligence liaison officer is a woman?

A trace of strangeness flashed in Wayne's heart, but his body instinctively made a salute movement, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Yes, Lord Liaison." ”

In the memory of the predecessor, there is something about the superior liaison officer, but it is only one of the [work regulations] - do not take any offense!

A few short words, no reason, no end after violation.

But

Now in the weird scene, Wayne no longer wants to explore the truth of this sentence.

After half a minute of silence, the voice sounded again: "It's you who passed on those junk information for several days in a row?" ”

Spam intelligence?

This is the matter of the number of words in my intelligence that was discovered?

Wayne glanced up at the figure in the flames, a pair of narrow, deep eyes staring at him angrily through the hood.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart......

Then he listened to the figure's tone turn to anger:

"The Ghost School is on top!"

"If I turn my back on the Church, let the Church of the Dawn miscellaneousness sanction me, instead of making me the liaison officer of this damn Shatlan Kingdom's intelligence department."

"If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have seen you—Wayne Lovet!"

"You shameless wage thief, damn white whore, filthy moth...... For six days, the information you submit is worth just 1 pence combined. ”

"1pence!! Not enough money for a pound of brown bread! ”

"And you, shamefully, got 3 shillings."

"Is your skin made of porcupine skin? Yes? ”

After a raging storm, Wayne had only one thought in his head.

Oops!

It seems that this liaison officer does not recognize his intelligence value very much, and if he doesn't do something, he is afraid that he will burp immediately.

Wayne's mind turned sharply, and he took advantage of the other party's pause to carefully organize his words: "Dear Liaison Officer, is there a misunderstanding in this?" I submit information every day, covering all aspects of the city-state of Caster......"

"Huh!"

The liaison officer scoffed: "Including cleaning horse manure in the slums? ”

"There are still major events ......"

"For example, the Krems Cathedral bell ringer is an ugly bastard?"

“……”

After a moment of silence, Wayne sneered, "My lord, do you think there is a possibility?" Is it that nothing has happened in the city-state of Custer recently? ”

"Shut up!"

The liaison officer took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and tried to regain the grace of a lady:

"Five days ago, one of the captains of the Secret Investigation Division was assassinated, three days ago more than 300 people mysteriously disappeared in the ghetto, and two days ago the Black Pearl, which ran rampant in the waters of Cordo, ransacked a cargo ship in the port of the city-state of Caster......"

"Damn it! Do you want me to go on? ”

Elegance is impossible to be elegant......

Sure enough, you still slaughtered him, right?