Phew, I've finally passed the psychic level......

Crane exhaled a cloudy breath and turned slowly, pacing closer to the door of the apartment as he enjoyed the peace of the night and the cool breeze.

He pulled out the key, inserted it, and twisted it gently, letting the crimson black grow with a creaking sound.

Walking on the stairs with no one and breathing in the cold air, Crane inexplicably had a wonderful feeling of having lived for a few hours longer than others, so much so that his steps became brisk.

With a similar mindset, he opened the door of his house, but before he could step in, he saw a figure sitting quietly in the darkness in front of the desk, with black hair and red eyes, bright brown eyes, and a delicate face, like Melissa Moretti!

"Crane, where have you been?" Melissa asked, her brows furrowed, confused.

Without waiting for Klein to answer, she added, as if to explain the cause and effect of the matter and the logical relationship clearly: "I just got up and went to the bathroom and found that you were not at home. ”

Klein has a wealth of experience in deceiving parents, and with a twist of his brain, he replied with a wry smile unhurriedly:

"I woke up once and I couldn't sleep a little, thinking that it would be a waste of time to exercise, so I went out for a few laps, you see, sweating all over. ”

He took off his coat, half-turned, and pointed to his back.

Melissa stood up, glanced at it indifferently, and after a few seconds of deliberation, said:

"Klein, you don't have to, you don't have to stress too much, you're sure you'll be able to pass the interview at the University of Tingen, even if you don't, well, I mean if you can find a better one. ”

I didn't even think about interviews...... Klein nodded:

"I understand. ”

He didn't say that he had already gotten an "offer" because he hadn't thought about whether to go or not.

Melissa gave him a deep look, then turned abruptly and trotted into the room, pulling out a tortoise-like object made of gears, rusty iron, springs, and clockwork.

Twisting the clockwork quickly, Melissa placed the item on her desk.

Click, click, click, the "turtle" jumped and walked, very rhythmic, so that people involuntarily shifted their attention to it.

"When you're annoyed, it's much more comfortable to watch it move like this, and I've been doing this a lot lately, and it's working! Klein, you give it a try. Melissa invited with a glint in her eyes.

Crane did not refuse his sister's kindness, looked at the "turtle" closely, and waited until it stopped before laughing:

"Simplicity and regularity do bring relaxation. ”

Without waiting for Melissa to say more, he pointed to the "turtle" and asked casually:

"When did I do it? How do I not know?"

"I made it out of materials that I didn't need at school and things I picked up on the road, and I only got it done two days ago. Melissa's expression was as usual, and the corners of her mouth curled a little.

"That's amazing. Klein said heartily.

As a boy with poor hands-on ability in mechanics, he had to fight to the death when he was a child in a four-wheel drive.

Melissa's chin was slightly raised, her eyes were slightly curved, and she replied in a flat tone:

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

"Excessive modesty is bad character. Klein chuckled, "It's a turtle, isn't it?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and Melissa's voice sounded like a crimson veil:

"It's a puppet. ”

Doll ......

...... Klein smiled awkwardly and forcibly explained:

"The problem of materials is still too rudimentary. ”

Immediately after that, he changed the subject:

"Why do you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, there is a toilet in it, and aren't you good at sleeping until dawn?"

Melissa was stunned for a few seconds before she opened her mouth to explain.

At that moment, there was a grunting sound of intense digestion in her chest and abdomen.

"I, I'll go to sleep again!"

Bang! She grabbed the turtle-shaped "doll" and trotted back to the room, closing the door.

...... Yesterday's dinner was too good, I ate too much, and my stomach was uncomfortable...... Crane shook his head and smiled, walked slowly to his desk, sat silently in his chair, and quietly considered Dunn Smith's invitation as the crimson moon emerged from behind the dark clouds.

The disadvantages of being a civilian in the night watch team are very obvious:

As a traverser, the initiator of the mysterious gathering, the "Fool", has a lot of secrets on his body, and he has been hanging under the nose of the team of the Goddess of the Night Church for a long time, which is not a small risk;

As long as they join Dunn Smith, their goal will definitely be to become extraordinary, so as to cover up the benefits they get from the "party", and to become a full member, their freedom will inevitably be limited, just as civil servants must declare when they leave Tingen, they cannot go wherever they want, they can do whatever they want, and they will miss many opportunities;

The night watchman is a tight organization, once there is a task, can only wait for the arrangement, accept the order, and cannot refuse;

The extraordinary are at risk of getting out of control;

......

With the disadvantages in mind, Klein turned to the necessity and the benefits:

Judging from the "transfer ceremony" and other encounters, he will not be 80% of the lucky ones in Dunn's mouth, and there will inevitably be strange events that will fall on him in the future, full of dangers, and only by becoming an extraordinary person or joining the night watchman can he have the ability to resist;

If you want to become an extraordinary person, you can't do it by "gathering" alone, the potion formula is not a big problem, where to find the corresponding materials, how to get them, how to concoct them, and the common sense of the daily practice of the extraordinary, there are serious obstacles to themselves, it is impossible to ask "justice" and "hanged people" in everything, and everything is exchanged for them, which will not only damage the image of the "fool" and make the other party suspicious, but also have not so much time to exchange such trivial questions, and similarly, they can't come up with anything they are interested in;

In addition, more material exchanges will leave traces of real identity, and when the time comes, it will be troublesome for "online disputes" to turn into "offline conflicts";

Joining the "Night Watchman" will inevitably be able to get in touch with the common sense of the mysterious world and related channels, and accumulate enough corresponding contacts, so as to use this as a fulcrum to pry the "party" and get the maximum benefit from "justice" and "hanged man", which in turn will improve the state of reality, obtain more resources, and form a virtuous circle;

Of course, you can also go and join the "Psychological Alchemy Society" that Dunn confided in, an organization that has been suppressed and besieged by major churches, but if you become a member of them, you will also lose your freedom, and even be afraid all the time, and more importantly, you don't know where to find them at all, even if you get the corresponding information from the mouth of the "hanged man", rash contact will be life-threatening;

Becoming a civilian staff also has the opportunity to buffer and exit;

Small hidden in the wild, hidden in the city, big hidden in the court, the identity of the night watch may be a better protective color;

In the future, when he becomes the top of the arbitral tribunal, who would have thought that he would be a heretic, the mastermind behind a covert organization?

......

The morning sun shone brightly, the crimson faded, and looking at the golden color of the sky, Crane made up his mind.

Go find Dunn Smith today and become a civilian on the night watch!

"You didn't sleep?" At this time, Melissa got up again, pushed the door and came out, surprised to see her brother stretching without a figure.

"Think about something. Klein smiled, relaxed.

Melissa groaned for a moment and said:

"When I am troubled, I will list the bad and good aspects one by one, and after I have finished the list, I can compare them again and get 'tips' on what to do. ”

"Good habit, that's what I do. Klein smiled.

Melissa looked relaxed and didn't say anything more, taking the large yellowed paper and toiletries to the common bathroom.

When breakfast had been served and his sister left, Crane was in no hurry to go out, and was in a good mood to make up for his sleep, because as far as he knew, almost all taverns were closed in the morning.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he smoothed out the folds of his top hat with a small brush and handkerchief, removed the dirt, and restored it to neatness, and then went out in formal clothes, as if he were going to an interview.

Beswick Street was a bit far away, and Crane, fearing that he would miss the night watchman's "work time", did not walk there, but waited for the arrival of the public carriage at the intersection of Iron Cross Street.

In the Kingdom of Rune, there are two kinds of public carriages, trackless and railed, the former is pulled by two horses, counting the top of the carriage, can seat about 20 people, only the general route, no specific station, flexible operation, on-call stop, unless full.

The latter is operated by the Railroad Carriage Company, which first lays a rail-like device on the main street, the horses walk on the inside, and the wheels turn on it, which is easy and labor-saving, so it can pull a larger double-decker carriage and ride close to fifty guests, the only problem is that the route is fixed, the station is fixed, and many places cannot be visited, which is more rigid.

After about ten minutes, the sound of wheels hitting the track came from far and near, and a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the station on Iron Cross Street.

"Go to Beswick Street. Klein said to the coachman.

"You'll have to go to Rue Champagne, but once you get there, it's only about ten minutes to Rue Beswick. The driver explained the route.

"Then go to Champagne Street. Klein nodded in agreement.

"More than 4 km up, 4p. Next to the coachman, a young man with a white face stretched out his hand.

He is the staff member responsible for collecting money.

"Okay. Klein took four copper pennies out of his pocket and handed them to the other party.

He stepped into the carriage and found that there were not many passengers, and even the first floor had several empty seats.

"There's only 3 pence on you, and you'll have to walk when you get back......" Crane pressed his hat and sat down steadily.

Most of the men and women on this floor sit upright in formal clothes, some wear work clothes and read the newspaper leisurely, but almost no one speaks, and it is quite quiet.

Klein closed his eyes and recuperated, ignoring the comings and goings of the passengers around him.

Stop after stop, he finally heard the words "Champagne Street".

After getting out of the carriage and inquiring along the road, he soon came to Beswick Street, where he saw a tavern with the brown and yellow hounds painted on it.

Crane stretched out his right hand and pushed hard, and the heavy door slowly opened, and the noise and impetuous heat rushed in.

Although it was still afternoon, there were already quite a few customers in the tavern, some of them temporary workers, looking for opportunities and waiting to be hired, and others doing nothing and numbing themselves with alcohol.

The inside of the tavern was rather dim, with two large iron cages erected in the center, the lower third of which was deep into the ground, leaving no gaps, and people holding wooden wine glasses gathered around them, sometimes discussing loudly, sometimes cursing and laughing.

Klein took a curious look and found that there were two dogs inside, one was black and white, similar to the huskies of the earth, and the other was pitch black, shiny, strong and fierce.

"Do you want to bet? Doug has won eight games in a row!" said a short man in a brown soft hat approached and pointed to the black dog.

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then woke up:

"Dog fighting?"

When I was at Hoy University, the aristocratic students and the children of wealthy families would always ask themselves contemptuously and curiously, whether the rude workers and unemployed hooligans liked to participate in boxing and gambling in the taverns?

The short man sneered:

"Sir, we are civilized people and do not do such unseemly things. ”

Speaking of this, he muttered quietly: "And last year there was a law prohibiting these things......"

"And what are you betting on?" Crane was momentarily curious.

"See who's a good 'hunter'. As soon as the short man finished speaking, there was a stir in the field.

He turned his head to look at it, waved his hand excitedly, and said:

"This one starts, you can't bet anymore, you wait for the next one. ”

When Crane heard this, he stood on tiptoe, raised his head, and looked over, and saw two strong men each dragging a sack to the iron cage, opening the "prison door", and dumping the contents inside.

It's gray, disgusting animals!

Klein carefully identified it and found that it was actually a mouse, dozens or hundreds of mice!

Because the bottom of the cage is deep in the ground, there are no gaps, and the rats are running around, but they can't escape.

At this time, as the cage door closed, the chains of the two dogs were unfastened.

"Wow!" the black dog pounced and killed a mouse in one bite.

The black-and-white dog looked confused at first, then excitedly played with the mice.

The people around them either raised their glasses and stared intently, or shouted:

"Kill it, kill it!"

"Doug Doug!"

...... GodTM Dog Scratching Rat...... Crane came to his senses, the corners of his mouth twitching.

The gambling project here turned out to be a bet on which dog caught more rats......

Maybe you can bet on a few more specific......

It's no wonder that there are always people buying live rats on the other side of Iron Cross......

It's really distinctive......

Crane shook his head, laughed back, and walked past the crowded drinkers to the front of the bar.

"New face?" the bartender glanced up at him as he wiped his glass, "a glass of rye beer for 1pence, Enmat for 2pence, Southwell for 4p, or would you like a glass of pure malt Ranzi?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Wright. Klein said bluntly.

The bartender whistled and shouted to the side:

"Old man, someone is looking for you. ”

"Hmm, who's ......" A muffled voice came out, and a drunken old man stood up behind the bar.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Klein and said:

"Young man, are you looking for me?"

"Mr. Wright, I'd like to hire a team of mercenaries for the mission. Crane replied as Dunn had commanded.

"Mercenary squad, are you living in an adventure story, and there is no such thing for a long time!" the bartender interjected.

Wright was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Who told you to come here?"

"Dunn, Dunn Smith. Klein replied truthfully.

Wright immediately laughed:

"I see, actually...... The mercenary squad still exists, but in a different form, with a name that is closer to the current society, you can find one on the 2nd floor of 36 Zotland Street. ”

"Thank you. Crane thanked him sincerely, turned and squeezed out of the bar.

Before he was about to leave the door, the crowd of drinkers suddenly fell silent, except for a murmur:

"Doug actually lost ......"

"Lost ......"

Crane shook his head amusedly, and walked away quickly, asking for directions to nearby Zotland Street.

“30，32，34...... Over here. He counted the house numbers and walked up the stairs.

Rounding the corner and going up the stairs, he saw the vertical signboard and the current name of the so-called mercenary team:

"Black Thorn Security. ”