Klein gently buttoned the dark brown wooden door of the captain's office inside the partition. After hearing Dunn's response, he opened the wooden door familiarly and walked into the captain's office.
He saw Dunn Smith leaning back in his chair, holding a briar pipe and sniffing it with blurred eyes.
Captain, if I didn't know who you are, I would probably think you were taking drugs... Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and then he said:
"I have been promoted to 'Joker'."
After listening to Klein's words, Dunn closed his eyes hard, sat up straight, looked at Klein for a while and then said:
"You are in good condition. What you need now is rest and exercise, and you need to strengthen your control over the potions."
Klein nodded in agreement, closed the door tightly, pulled out a chair and sat down.
After thinking for a while, he said slowly:
"Captain, have you accepted the review from Lord Amani?"
He suspected that what he encountered when he swore to the goddess was not the norm for swearing to keep the "acting method" secret. You must know that most nighthawks, except for ritual magic, will get a response from the "Night Goddess" at other times.
Get any feedback from the goddess.
Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the coffee next to him and took a sip:
"Of course, I am also an insider of the 'acting method'."
Klein thought for a while, deliberately relaxed his tense throat, and said calmly:
"Did you do anything related to the oath just now?"
"Do you have any special feelings?"
"Are you worried about the impact of fear on you?" Dunn seemed to recall something, and pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Well, strong emotions will affect the control of magic potions by extraordinary people, so you really need to pay attention to it."
fear?
The captain did not mention the gaze of the goddess. Generally speaking, for a night watcher, getting the gaze of a god is the most memorable and praiseworthy thing. No, it should be said that this is the case for any believer of the god.
In order to prevent the captain from discovering that something was wrong with him, Klein thought quickly and quickly picked up the topic:
"That Amani deacon gave me a different feeling, and it was different from Ms. Dai Li, who was also promoted rapidly."
Dunn was suddenly silent for a while, took another sip of the coffee in his hand, and said slowly:
"After all, he is a senior deacon who has mastered the sacred objects. Hehe, it is said that Mr. Amani was promoted faster than Dai Li."
"Like Leonard, she was born in the church's orphanage. In just three years, she went from an ordinary night watcher to a senior deacon. She is a veritable genius."
Holy object... In other words, when the captain swore an oath, he swore directly to the sacred object and established a connection with the goddess? Then this should not be essentially different from the ritual magic used in daily life. It should be
It is another specialization in ritual magic.
I can also write to Ms. Dai Li after I get home. She is also a member of the Nighthawks who knows the "acting method" and should have gone through a similar process.
For a moment, the two people in the room suddenly fell into an eerie silence. No one said a word, and the only sound that could be heard was Dunn's slurping of coffee.
Suddenly, Dunn put down the coffee cup. Klein followed the sound and found that there was only a little residue left in it, while Dunn stood up straight holding on to the armrests of the chair.
He looked at Klein, who was still sitting in the chair, and explained in a deep voice:
"Deacon Amani should have finished witnessing the oaths sworn to other members. I will accompany her to take away Old Neil's legacy."
"The legacy of Old Neil, those red eyes?" Klein was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise and confusion.
Dunn straightened out the wrinkles on his formal jacket and remained silent for a long time:
"Yes, you and I both know that some parts of extraordinary creatures will become carriers of extraordinary power after death. These things have been identified and tested, and those that are dangerous and still have side effects will be used as sealed objects.
, just like 3-0611 Quiet Hair is the legacy of a Nighthawk captain, and the others are less dangerous..."
Dunn paused, his throat slid, and he said calmly:
"In short, such items are one of the sources of the Nighthawk team's sealed items, and the internal regulations also take into account the emotions of surviving teammates. All similar items should be stored off-site to avoid irritating his former teammates."
Captain, you don't actually need to pause deliberately. Those parts that are not too dangerous should be the same as the parts left by normal extraordinary creatures that are rich in extraordinary power. They are all...
Thinking of this, Klein belatedly thought of a possibility, that is, if these leftovers are controllable enough, they should also become potion materials used for the promotion of extraordinary people.
This, the reason why I ignored this possibility at the beginning, should be what is called in psychology, the brain's self-protection... Klein couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and then immediately there was a feeling in his throat.
Impulsively, I couldn't help turning my head and retching several times, and my vision became blurred.
Seeing his violent performance, Dunn suddenly smiled and turned his back. His voice was no longer as calm as usual, but had a slight tremor, and he said softly:
"Maybe this is also a good thing. They still leave their own traces in this world. They can still stay with us in a special way and fight against madness and danger with us, just like before."
Klein remained silent, his hands went up to his hair, messing up his hair that was originally relatively neat.
Dunn felt the depressing atmosphere in the room and said nothing. He put a little force on his right arm on the dark brown wooden door handle, pushed the door and walked out of the captain's office. After a squeak, the open wooden door was gently covered in the door frame.
Go up and block Klein in the room.
............
After the captain sent away Deacon Amani, Klein found a reason to say that he wanted to go out to practice tracking and monitoring skills. He left the Blackthorn Security Company and took a trackless carriage to Mr. Azik's house next to Daffodil Street.
Home.
Klein stood in front of Azik's house, which had fine carvings. He hesitated for a moment, then raised his arm and rang the lanyard of the bell outside the door.
After a while, a blurry picture suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, and he vaguely "saw" Mr. Azik striding towards the entrance.
Sure enough, amid the crisp ringing of the bell, Azik Eggers, wearing a white shirt and black vest, opened the door.
He is still dressed in a more casual style, with his long straight black hair hanging down naturally, and the small black mole on his earlobe is obscured by the broken hair, making it less obvious.
"Is your company's management so loose?" Azik glanced at the sky and teased with a slight smile.
Klein was stunned for a moment, then responded with the same smile:
"We have a special rotation mechanism, and my rotation happened to be scheduled today."
Azik nodded, glanced at Klein up and down, stepped away, and walked to the living room with Klein.
He casually said that Klein should not pay too much attention to the placement of the cane, and he searched in the multi-compartment cabinet built into the wall on the fireplace, and picked up a jar.
Klein looked at Mr. Azik's figure with his back to him, looked around the living room, and saw that the layout had not changed from what he had been here before. He familiarly sat down on his usual seat - a softer sofa.
Azik turned around, and when he saw where Klein was sitting, he smiled even more. He shook the jar in his hand and said easily:
"Do you need two of the sugar cane hard candies from the Star Plateau in the Southern Continent?"
The expression on Klein's face changed. After struggling for a while, he said softly:
"It's not really needed now."
Azik smiled, placed the jar containing the candies on the coffee table in front of Klein, stood opposite him, cut a cigar very skillfully, and lit it with a longer match to preheat
stand up.
"Has the matter in Morse Town been settled?"
Klein smelled the smell of cigars, his nose twitched slightly, and he said normally:
"Thank you for your help, I've done that."
Azik picked up the cigar that was not sufficiently preheated. He exerted slight pressure on his fingers, as if exerting some influence, and then took a gentle puff and asked in a mellow voice:
"What have you experienced recently that makes you look unhappy?"
Is my performance so obvious? Klein was a little surprised for a moment, but he thought that Mr. Azik was also an extraordinary person and could also use spiritual vision to check other people's emotions. Then he was relieved and said with a long sigh:
"One of my colleagues who taught me before lost control. His relics were taken to other places by the senior deacons of the church. I don't know how this relic will be treated."
Then he was silent for two seconds. Just when he was about to explain to Mr. Azik, who might have forgotten the corresponding content due to amnesia, Azik put down the cigar in his hand, looked at Klein, and said solemnly:
"Do you know about the existence of extraordinary characteristics?"
Seeing Klein shaking his head in confusion, Azik was silent for a few seconds and said after considering:
"Extraordinaries will condense some special items after death. These are called extraordinary characteristics, which can be directly used as the main materials of potions. Of course, for the out-of-control Extraordinaries, most of the items they leave behind are items with certain negative effects.
, these may just be some objects, or they may be some of their corresponding body parts.”
Klein's mouth opened slightly, and the nausea that he had just felt in the captain's office crept up his throat again, and he almost retched again.
He slowed down, buried his head in silence, and stopped talking.
Azik looked at his depressed performance, took another puff of cigar, paused for a few seconds and then said in a calm voice:
"This is the normal state of the extraordinary world. I was quite shocked when I just recalled these contents. Ha, I am ready to leave Tingen."
"Where are you going?" Klein suddenly raised his head and asked, then regretted a little. Such behavior was so rude!
Azik smiled nonchalantly and leaned against the back of the sofa, his eyes slightly wandering.
"The last time I lost my memory was near Backlund, at Backlund University. I think there might be some clues there."
Klein looked at Mr. Azik blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
In the end, he did not ask why he gave up looking for the man behind the scenes. Instead, he expressed his concern in as calm a tone as possible, and then mentioned at the end:
"I saw a mirror in the town of Morse. According to the description of the townspeople, that mirror should have appeared after you left. And whether it was divining it or divining the source of local haunted events, I have divined something related to the God of Death.
Picture."
Later, Klein described the two scenes he saw at that time in more detail.
Azik, who was leaning on the sofa, gradually sat up, frowned slightly, and asked in a muffled voice:
"You said that mirror was left inside your company, right?"
Mr. Azik, you don’t want to force your way through Chanis’ door, do you? Klein nodded hesitantly.
Azik then asked:
"Do you still have access to it?"
Klein thought for a while and responded softly: "If there is a mission that requires it."
Azik took a deep breath from his cigar, thought for more than ten seconds, took a breath, took off an accessory from his left wrist, and threw it towards Klein.
After Klein accurately caught the jewelry, he cleared his throat and explained:
"This is a copper whistle that can summon my own messenger. If you find any abnormalities on that mirror, you can tell me the situation through the messenger. Of course, normal letters will also work."
After listening to Mr. Azik's words, Klein lowered his head and took a careful look at the copper whistle.
It was an exquisite, ancient copper whistle, covered with strange patterns full of mysterious meaning. It gave Klein a somewhat cold but very soft feeling, just like its owner.