Looking at Swain, who was standing in front of the monster's corpse, and then turning his head to look at the Mandated Punisher, who had been in charge of restraining the monster, helping his comatose companion up, Klein suddenly felt an indescribable sadness.
Be it the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or members of the Machinery Hivemind, it was almost impossible for them to become heroes. This was because everything they did was not known to the public and could only be hidden in various confidential documents. However, the danger and pain they endured were so real.
Perhaps one day, my opponent will be my teammate … Klein sighed silently, feeling the weight of the terms "Nighthawks," "Mandated Punisher," and "Machinery Hivemind member."
At this moment, Old Neil sighed and said, "Let's leave.
Don't disturb them. "
"Alright." Klein picked up his cane and was about to take a step forward when he suddenly saw Old Neil still holding his left hand. He asked with concern, "Are you injured?"
Old Neil chuckled and said, "I was stabbed by the shrapnel that ricocheted.
"I was hit by the shrapnel. If I was younger, I would definitely be able to dodge it. Fortunately, this is only a small problem."
He loosened his right hand slightly, allowing Klein to see the small wound that was still oozing blood on the back of his left palm.
After confirming that there were no major problems, Klein walked down the gangway and sighed.
"Mr. Neil, you're calmer than I imagined. With the monster less than two meters away from you, you were still able to calmly recite the words and use the charm."
Although the Mandated Punisher, who had lost control and turned into a monster, had pounced at Klein, Old Neil had been very close to him.
In the face of the praise, Old Neil immediately chuckled and said, "I'm a senior Nighthawk.
"I'm a senior Nighthawk. Out of all the dangerous situations I've experienced, what happened just now isn't even in the top ten. I remember once when Dunn and I were patrolling Raphael Cemetery, a dead person had somehow turned into a zombie. It left the tomb and hid in the shadows of the trees. I passed by and didn't notice it at all. I was looking for a place to hide. Heh, you know what I mean. In the end, it pounced on me from behind and grabbed my neck."
Klein was a little shaken by what he heard. He guessed and asked,
"Under such circumstances, you can still calmly use the spells, or the spells that a certain Mystery Pryer can perform quickly?"
Old Neil glanced at him and said with a chuckle, "No, Dunn dragged the zombie into a deep slumber in time. I'm telling you this to tell you that as a Nighthawk, not only must you believe in yourself, but you must also believe in your teammates."
"…" Klein was silent for a few seconds, then said half-jokingly and half-sincerely, "Mr. Neil, you're so wise today."
Old Neil skipped a step onto the dock and replied with a disdainful tone,
"That's because you only know the most insignificant side of me."
The two of them walked out of the dock and returned to the Evil Dragon Bar.
Klein put away his revolver, leaned on his cane, and took off his coat. Under the light of the gas lamp, he checked if there were any damages.
"How lucky. There were only a few wooden splinters that dirtied a small area …" He pulled out the miscellaneous items, roughly patted the dust off, and put on his clothes again.
Old Neil looked at him with a smile, mimicking his tone, and leisurely added, "What a pity, there's no way to claim it."
"…" Klein was momentarily at a loss for words.
I'm not that kind of person! He emphasized in his heart.
At that moment, the public carriage arrived. Klein took out his silver vine-patterned pocket watch and opened it.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be heading home," he said to Old Neil.
Old Neil nodded slightly and said, "Go back and enjoy your dinner.
Don't worry about the Slumber Charm. I'll get Swain to compensate you. He's a rich man. Of course, not today. I have to consider his feelings. "
"… Thank you for your generosity …" Klein opened his mouth, but that was all he said.
He quickly got into the carriage and returned to Daffodil Street. It was already past seven, and the sky was completely dark.
He took out his key and opened the door. Klein saw Melissa taking off her veil hat and hanging it on the coat rack. Hence, he said with a smile, "That's right.
He smiled and said, "You just came back too?"
At that moment, the complicated emotions he had accumulated dissipated. He felt relaxed and warm.
"There's a practical class in school today," Melissa explained seriously.
Klein sniffed and caught a whiff of the fragrance of food. He was taken aback and subconsciously asked,
He was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Who's preparing dinner?"
Just as he finished his sentence, he and Melissa answered at the same time.
"Baansen!"
Both of them sounded a little panicky.
At that moment, Baansen, who had heard their conversation, walked out of the kitchen and wiped his hands on his apron.
"Don't you have confidence in my culinary skills? I remember when Melissa didn't know how to cook, you would wait for me to come home and watch me cook with great eagerness. Actually, cooking is very simple. For example, stewed beef with potatoes. First boil the beef, then add the potatoes, then add the seasonings … "
Klein and Melissa looked at each other and remained silent.
Leaning on his cane, he took off his hat and turned to smile.
"I think it's time to hire a maidservant. It's very unhealthy to always be late for dinner."
"But I don't wish for strangers to be by our side when we're chatting. That would make me feel uncomfortable." Melissa subconsciously found another reason to reject it.
As Klein took off his coat, he smiled and said,
"Don't worry about it …"
At that moment, his expression suddenly froze and he stopped moving.
That was close. I nearly took off my coat. I have a revolver under my armpit …
"Ahem." He cleared his throat and pretended as if nothing had happened. "Don't worry about it. When we get home, we can let the maidservant rest in her room. I don't think any servant doesn't like to rest. Yes, we have to find a maidservant who is willing to learn how to cook."
He didn't want to suffer from the ravages of dark cuisine in the future.
Baansen stood at the kitchen door and nodded in agreement.
"When we're free, we can go to the Tingen Family Servant Assistance Association. They have rich resources and sufficient understanding in this area."
"Alright, it's decided then!" Klein ignored Melissa's unwilling gaze.
…
Baekeland, Empress Borough, Viscount Glaint's house.
Audrey Hall left the ball with her maidservant, Annie. She went up to the second floor and entered the bedroom that the viscount had prepared for her.
With Annie's help, she slowly took off her gorgeous dress and light dancing shoes and wore a black hooded robe that she had prepared beforehand.
After 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 covered by the shadow of the hood. Only the beautiful curve of her lips could be clearly seen.
The black robe, the face hidden in the shadows, the feeling of mystery and depth … This is the look that I've always dreamed of! Audrey thought happily.
She was a little worried, so she added a blue boat-shaped bonnet under the hood. There was a thin black gauze hanging down, obscuring her facial features.
"Not bad, that's it!" Audrey stuffed her feet into her calfskin boots and turned her head to Annie. "Wait for me here. No matter who comes, don't open the door."
Annie looked at her lady helplessly and said, "But you have to promise that you won't be out for more than an hour this time."
"You should trust me. I've kept my promise the previous few times." Audrey smiled as she approached her maidservant, hugged her, and kissed her cheek.
Then, she leaped a few steps back, pulled up her hood, and turned to leave the bedroom through a secret door.
She walked all the way down to the side door of the viscount's house and saw a carriage already parked there.
Master Glaint stood in the shadows, glanced at Audrey, and praised her from the bottom of his heart.
He praised from the bottom of his heart, "Your getup is really, yes, just like how Rosell The Great often describes it. It's very cool."
"Thank you." Audrey lifted her robe and bowed gracefully and happily.
The two boarded the carriage and left the villa. They arrived at a house ten minutes away.
Outside the house, Audrey saw Apprentice Fors Wall and her friend, Arbitrator Xio Derecha, whom she had been seeing frequently recently.
Fors's brown hair was slightly curled, and her light blue eyes had a natural laziness to them. She pointed at Xio Derecha.
She pointed at Xio Derecha and said, "She's an excellent persuader. She can help you get what you want."
Xio Derecha was rather short. She was at most 1.5 meters tall. Her facial features were delicate and soft, but her eyes didn't seem to have matured, making her look rather young.
Although she had messy, shoulder-length yellow hair and was dressed in a traditional knight's training suit, she exuded an indescribable majesty and charisma.
Audrey had met him a few times. She smiled faintly and greeted him.
She smiled faintly and called out, "Miss Xio, can I trust you?"
"You don't have to worry at all." Xio Derecha smiled and gestured for her to follow.
Just as she was about to catch up to Audrey and Glaint, there was a sudden clang.
Audrey looked in the direction of the sound and saw a gleaming triangular spike lying beside Xio Derecha's feet.
"…" Audrey and Xio Derecha looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.
After more than ten seconds, Xio Derecha quickly and agilely crouched down, picked up the triangular spike, and hid it on her body.
"We have to prevent any accidents from happening. Some people lack sufficient rationality and aren't easily persuaded," Xio Derecha explained in all seriousness.
Audrey nodded wordlessly and answered in a clear voice,
She replied in a clear voice, "I believe you …"
"This is a tool that allows certain people to converse with us calmly," Fors added as she looked at the lawn.
The four of them didn't say anything else. They took a few steps forward and knocked on the wooden door with three long knocks and two short knocks.
With a creak, the main door slowly opened. Audrey, who had entered the state of a spectator, saw many people sitting scattered inside. Some of them used various methods to hide their faces, such as relying on hoods and masks, while others didn't care and exposed their facial features.
Almost instantly, Audrey noticed a black-robed man sitting on a single-seater sofa.
The man also wore a hood, hiding his face in the shadows.
He stared at the guests silently, giving off a condescending vibe.
He's very confident, but his gaze is disgusting. His gaze keeps moving around my body like two slippery tentacles, trying to peel off my clothes … Audrey had sharp senses and meticulous observation. She calmly made a judgment, but she almost got goosebumps.
At this moment, Fors introduced.
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