"Name?"
"...Jager Drest."
"Profession?"
"Paralegal."
"How long have you been a Beyonder?"
"Sir, believe me, I am really not an extraordinary person..."
In the small room without windows, the lantern placed on the table gave off a dim light.
On both sides of the wooden table, sat a majestic night watcher and a black-haired young man who looked hopeless.
Nighthawk Rick slapped the table solemnly: "If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be stern!"
"Your boss personally confirmed the fact that you have special abilities this afternoon. Stop making excuses! Answer my question!"
Rick has short dark blond hair, light brown eyes, and a straight face like a hawk looking down at people.
Therefore, with his outstanding appearance and excellent strength, he has achieved fruitful results in his working career in Backlund, and his accumulated merits quickly made him the captain of the operations department of the Church of the Night in Central City.
Today his opponent is this performance that comes to his door.
"I'm not, I didn't." Yager, who had already put on silver bracelets on his hands, even the ends of his hair hung down speechlessly, "Lawyer Edmund said 'possibly'..."
"Really?" Rick sneered, "Then why do you say you are not an Extraordinary? If you don't know and you are not, shouldn't you ask what it means first?"
"Extraordinary things are kept strictly confidential from ordinary people!"
"It's like this. A few weeks ago, I was working as an appraiser in a pawn shop." Yager replied. He tried to show sincerity in his eyes, but because he had not been very sincere in the past, he was not very successful.
The black-haired young man looked expressionless and continued: "Once, I privately received a middle-aged man with a goatee, which caused the Church of Storms to come to check on me, and I was fired by my boss, Mr. William."
"Later, I discovered in the Backlund Morning News that the man was the famous wanted criminal Bill Rudolph."
"I was very scared, so I tried to collect relevant information."
"Finally, I found an extraordinary party."
Rick looked doubtful: "You mean, you found a secret gathering held by extraordinary people? But despite this, you are still an ordinary person?"
"Isn't there anyone selling formulas there?"
He reasonably pointed out the logical loopholes in it.
Since there are three major churches in Backlund, there are almost no extraordinary cases. Therefore, as a captain of the Nighthawks, Rick's impressive resume has been accumulated by catching wild extraordinary people.
Therefore, despite his rich experience, he actually didn’t believe a word of it.
However, the performance temptation of the extraordinary gathering is too great.
Yager shook his head and said with a sad smile: "Although there is, the price of the extraordinary formula is prohibitive. The materials alone cost several hundred pounds..."
What he drew from here was the valuation of the 'Magician' material that Klein purchased at yesterday's Tarot meeting.
"How can I, a little assistant with no savings, have the money to afford it?"
Hmm...that makes sense.
Nighthawk Rick looked at the two relevant information forms filled out and compared by Lawyer Edmond and Yager in front of him.
The "Suspect's Bank Deposits" column is clearly "Seventeen Pounds Six Soles".
In the past, the salary in a pawn shop was two pounds a week.
Indeed, this amount of savings cannot buy anything related to extraordinary things.
After going to the bank tomorrow for confirmation, and after a while of extraordinary item testing, if the results are good, we can preliminarily rule out the possibility that this person is a great harm to society.
“Where is that extraordinary party?”
"The news was published in the tips column of the Daily Observer. The last number on the first line and the first five numbers on the third line are the address and time of the next gathering respectively." Yager chose to betray the address of the Aurora Society.
I'm sorry, Mr. True Creator, I can't visit you in person.
But the devout nightwatchers of the church will send sincere blessings on my behalf——
‘Get out of Backlund!!’
The black-haired young man silently drew a crescent moon in his heart.
Praise the goddess.
"Did they mention information such as sequences or pathways?" On the other side, the blond nightwatcher "Shuashuashua" carefully wrote down the method of obtaining the address, and then asked.
"I don't know much about the others, but one of them seems to be well-respected and his behavior is a bit neurotic."
"I guess he may be the 'mid-sequence' that someone said. After all, they say that most extraordinary people are low-sequence."
Relying on the small amount of information given by Miss Justice and Backlund's Morning News, Yager combined the current situation of the Extraordinary people he had seen and told the news.
The Aurora Society, which can assassinate the ambassador, is certainly not that weak.
What's more, the Aurora Society is a well-known lunatic. It is very rare that they can be captured alive. As for making a confession? Impossible.
There is no risk in spreading rumors about them.
"I understand." Rick tried hard to suppress the raised corners of his mouth and put on a solemn expression, but his completely gentle tone betrayed his mood.
"I need to confirm your news with the others."
"You wait here for a while."
The night watcher stood up, opened the door briskly, and went to discuss with his colleagues sitting around the office.
.......
Half an hour later.
The door to the interrogation room was pushed open again, revealing Lawyer Edmond, Nighthawk Rick, and another brown-haired Nighthawk behind him.
The three of them entered one after another and filled the low and narrow room.
Rick pulled up his chair and sat down, taking out a contract written in black and white.
"We have just verified that there is no problem with the personal information you gave." Rick typed the contract, "Considering that your social harm is not high and you have passed the inquiry of the Church of Storms, we are willing to give you a
Chance."
"As long as the information you provide about the Extraordinary gathering is correct, we can not detain you, but let you become an informant for the Church of the Night."
"Yes, and I will pay you a certain amount of informant fee."
"What do you think?" The captain looked at the black-haired young man who was still being cuffed, and it was difficult to conceal the joy in his eyes that he was about to get a promotion and a salary increase.
After all, after just discussing it with my colleagues, we all agreed that this gathering probably had elements of a cult.
The cult has been severely cracked down on recently. As long as they report it, they might be able to receive commendations and meritorious deeds jointly sponsored by the royal family and the church.
The ascending order is just around the corner!
"Of course, you also need to sign one, although we have already met in person before." He turned to Attorney Edmond and said.
From the conversation, it seems that the probability of Backlund's criminal lawyer encountering the Nighthawks is not too low.
However, standing next to the two Nighthawks who were both singing, Edmund looked a little depressed. While agreeing, he cast an apologetic look at Yager.
Yager, who was sitting on the interrogation chair, nodded to both parties: "I have no problem either."
He didn't blame the old lawyer. Today's accident was either caused by that weird blond extraordinary man again, or there weren't many people in the legal profession who could stay calm at the murder scene.
Alas, what a mistake...
"Okay, let's sign." Rick handed over a blank piece of paper and a pen.
Yager sighed and briefly scanned the contents.
‘We need to assist the Nighthawks and regularly report extraordinary factors that may exist around us.’
'You will receive an informant fee of two pounds and ten soles every month, and you will receive additional subsidies for participating in the operation.'
...
‘Relevant guarantor:__’
His eyes paused for a moment on this line: "Do I need to fill in the relevant guarantor?"
"Oh!" The brown-haired night watcher standing behind, as if he was still immersed in the beautiful vision, answered him quickly, "No, in fact, we still need you to send a letter now."
"Similar to the bail process, we need you to find a friend to guarantee your departure. This will also make it easier for us to obtain supporting evidence."
"After all, you are still dangerous to a certain extent."
"But because Lawyer Edmond also has to sign an agreement during the proceedings of this case, he can no longer be your guarantor. You need to call another friend over."
"Don't worry about time. Our carriage is very fast and can be delivered to all of Backlund within an hour."
He said the words in a brisk tone that silenced Yager.
?
Does the dark night teach the people who design programs to be sane?
Who came up with such an anti-human guarantee!
"Don't worry, even if your friends come over, they will only think that you have been summoned by the police station and will not reveal extraordinary information."
The brown-haired young man showed a smile with small tiger teeth, but in Yager's eyes, it seemed like a devil's grin.
No, the devil is not that annoying!
Is it too late for me to fight my way out now?
This chapter has been completed!