He glanced at Sviin who was standing in front of the monster's corpse, then turned his head to look at the "punisher" who had just helped the half-unconscious companion up after being restrained. Suddenly, Klein felt an indescribable sadness.
Neither the night watchmen, the punisher, nor the members of the Mechanical Heart had a chance to become heroes, because everything they did would not be known by the public; it could only be hidden in various confidential documents. But the dangers and sufferings they endured were so real.
Perhaps one day, my opponent will become my teammate... Klein sighed silently, feeling the heavy weight of the terms "night watchman", "punisher", and "members of the Mechanical Heart".
At this moment, Old Neil sighed and said:
"Let's go. Don't disturb them."
"OK." Klein picked up his cane and was about to take a step, but suddenly saw that Old Neil was still covering his left hand. So he asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"
Old Neil chuckled and said:
"The fragments that were flung away pierced me. If it were me when I was younger, I would surely have been able to avoid it. Fortunately, it's just a minor problem."
He slightly loosened his right hand, allowing Klein to see the small wound on the back of his left palm that was still oozing blood.
After confirming that there was no major problem, Klein walked down the gangway while sighing:
"Mr. Neil, you are much calmer than I imagined. When that monster was less than two meters away from you, you were still able to calmly recite the words and use the spells."
Although the punisher who had transformed into a monster at the time was attacking Klein, Old Neil was still very close to him.
In response to the praise, Old Neil chuckled immediately:
"I am a seasoned night watchman. Among the dangerous scenes I have experienced, what happened just now is not even in the top ten. I remember once,I was on patrol with Dunn at Raphael Cemetery. There was a deceased person who, for no apparent reason, had turned into a zombie and left the tomb, quietly lurking in the shadows of the trees. I passed by there without noticing it at all, thinking of finding a secluded spot. Hey, you know, I ended up being pounced on from behind and his hand clamped down on my neck."
Klein listened with a bit of shock, guessing and asking:
"In this situation, you were still able to calmly use the spells, or some 'secret seeker' could quickly cast a spell?"
Old Neil glanced at him and smiled softly: "No,Dunn promptly put that zombie into a dormant state. I'm telling you this to remind you that, as a night shift worker, you must not only trust yourself but also your teammates." "..." Klein stood silent for a few seconds, half jokingly and half sincerely saying, "Mr. Neil, you are so wise today."
Old Neil took a small step forward, stepped onto the dock, and replied with disdain in his voice:
"It's because you usually only recognize the most insignificant aspect of me."
The two of them walked out of the dock and returned straight to the front of the Dragon Beast Bar.
Klein put away the revolver, adjusted his cane, took off his coat, and, under the light of the gas street lamps, inspected for any damages.
"It's really lucky. Just a few wooden thorns got stuck, and a small area got dirty..." He removed the debris, roughly wiped away the dust, and put it back together.
Old Neil smiled and watched, imitating his tone, and leisurely added, "It's really a pity. It can't be reimbursed." "..." Klein couldn't find the right words to respond.
"I'm not like that!" he emphasized in his heart.
At this moment, the public carriage arrived. Klein took out the silver pocket watch with the vine pattern and turned it on to check the time.
"If there's nothing else, I have to go home," he turned to Old Neil and said.
Old Neil nodded slightly and said:
"Go back and enjoy your dinner. Don't think about that 'sleeping charm' just now. I'll ask Swain to compensate, he's a rich man. Of course, not today. I have to consider his mood." "... "Thank you for your generosity..." Klein opened his mouth, but finally only uttered these words.
He hurriedly climbed into the carriage and returned to Narcissus Street. It was already past seven o'clock, and the sky had completely darkened.
He took out the key, opened the door, and Klein saw Melissa taking off her hat and hanging it on the coat rack. So he said something meaningless with a smile:
"Did you just come back?"
At this moment, the complex emotions he had accumulated earlier suddenly dissipated, and he became relaxed, feeling warm.
"Today there is a practical operation class at school." Melissa explained seriously.
Klein sniffed, smelled the aroma of food, froze, and subconsciously asked:
"Who is preparing the dinner?"
As soon as the words were spoken, he and Melissa both answered at the same time:
"Benson!"
Their tones carried a hint of panic.
At this time, Benson, who was listening to their conversation, walked out of the kitchen and wiped his hands on his apron, saying:
"Are you not confident in my cooking skills? I remember when Melissa couldn't cook yet, you would wait for me to come home obediently and look at me intently as I cooked. Actually, cooking is very simple. For example, for potato and beef stew, first cook the beef, then add the potatoes, then add the seasonings..."
Klein and Melissa exchanged glances and remained silent.
He steadied his walking stick, took off his hat, and then smiled:
"I think it's time to hire a maid for household chores. Not having dinner on time is very unhealthy."
"But I don't want us to chat while there's a stranger nearby. That would make me feel uncomfortable." Melissa subconsciously found another reason to reject it.
Klein was taking off his coat when he began to speak with a smile:
"Don't worry..."
Just then, his expression suddenly froze, and his movements stopped:
Thank goodness, I almost casually took off my coat. There was a revolver under my armpit...
"Ahem." He cleared his throat and pretended nothing had happened, saying, "Don't worry. After we get home, we can have the maid rest in her room. I think no servant would dislike rest, um, we must find a maid who is willing to learn to cook."
He didn't want to continue enduring the torment of bad cooking in the future.
Benson stood at the kitchen door, nodding in agreement:
"Let's go to the 'Tingen City Help for Household Servants Association' when we have free time. They have abundant resources and sufficient understanding in this area."
"OK, let's decide happily!" Klein ignored Melissa's reluctant look. ......
Beckland, Queens, the Grailentin Viscount's residence.
Audrey Hall, accompanied by her personal maid Anne, left the ball, went upstairs, and entered the bedroom arranged by the Viscount.
With Anne's help, she slowly took off the magnificent dress and the lightweight dancing shoes, and put on the black hooded robe that had been prepared in advance.
Putting on the hood, Audrey stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to examine herself.
She saw that most of her face was hidden by the shadow of the hood, and only the beautifully curved lips could be clearly noticed.
The black robe, the face hidden in the shadow, the mysterious and profound feeling... This was exactly the outfit I had always dreamed of! Audrey thought happily.
She added a blue boat-shaped soft hat inside the hood, with black fine mesh tassels hanging down, making her features become blurry.
"Good, that's it!" Audrey slipped her feet into the cowhide short boots, turned her head to Anne and said, "Wait here for me, no matter who comes, don't open the door."
Anne looked at the young lady helplessly and said, "But you must ensure that this outing won't last more than an hour."
"You should trust me. In the previous times, I always kept my promise." Audrey smiled and leaned towards the personal maid, embracing her and making a cheek kiss.
Then, she took a few quick steps backward, pulled the hood up, turned around, and left the bedroom through the hidden door.
She descended all the way, reached the side door of the Viscount's house, and saw a carriage already parked there.
The master, Grailentin, stood in the shadow, looked at Audrey, and sincerely praised:
"You dressed like this really, um, just like the description used by Emperor Rosel, very cool."
"Thank you." Audrey lifted her long robe gracefully and elegantly made a bow.
The two got into the carriage, left the villa, and arrived at a house ten minutes away.
Outside the main door of the house, Audrey saw the "apprentice" Folsa. Wal and her friend "Arbitrator" Hugh Diercha who often came here.
Folsa had curly brown hair and pale blue eyes with a natural laziness. She pointed to Hugh Diercha beside her and said:
"She is an excellent persuader, who can help you get what you want."
Hugh Diercha was shorter, no more than 1.5 meters tall, with delicate and soft features, but his eyebrows and eyes seemed not to have fully opened, quite immature.
Despite her messy and rough shoulder-length yellow hair and wearing the traditional knight practice outfit, she had an indescribable dignity and charm that could convince people.
Audrey and the other had met several times, smiled and called out:
"Miss Diercha, can I trust you?"
"Don't worry at all." Hugh Diercha smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
Just as she was stepping to follow Audrey and the Viscount Grailentin, suddenly there was a "ding" sound.
Audrey looked in the direction of the sound and saw a three-pronged sharp blade shining with cold light lying quietly beside Hugh Diercha's feet. "..." Audrey and the other person looked at each other, and forgot to speak at the same time.
After about ten seconds, Hugh Dillcha quickly and agilely crouched down, picked up the three-pronged thorn, and hid it on his body.
"We must be on guard against unexpected incidents. Some people lack sufficient rationality and are not so easily persuaded," Hugh Dillcha explained seriously.
Audrey nodded without saying a word, and replied in a clear and delicate voice:
"I believe you..."
"This is a prop to calm certain people and have a conversation with us," Fors side-looked and looked at the lawn, adding beside himself.
The four of them didn't say anything more and took a few steps forward, knocking on the wooden door with three long and two short intervals.
With a creaking sound, the main door slowly opened. The Audrey who had entered the audience state saw that there were many people sitting haphazardly inside. Some covered their faces in various ways, such as using cloaks and masks, while others didn't care and openly exposed their features.
Almost instantly, Audrey noticed the black-robed man sitting on a single sofa.
This man also wore a cloak, hiding his face in the shadows.
He silently and silently watched the visitors, giving a sense of a commanding and superior look.
Very confident, but his eyes were very disgusting. His gaze kept moving on me, like two slippery tentacles, wanting to peel off my clothes... Audrey was sensitive in her senses, observant and calm in her judgment, but her body almost had goosebumps.
At this moment, Fors introduced:
"That is Mr. A, a powerful extraordinary person, the organizer of this secret gathering."