Chapter 353 Choice
On the carriage to the Blackthorn Security Company, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind uncontrollably.

After Old Neil’s teaching, he knew what a senior deacon represented.

The thirteen archbishops and nine senior deacons are the church’s high-ranking officials in the usual sense. It is said that there are many high-sequence beings among them, that is, powerful half-human, half-god beings of Sequence 4 and above.

These twenty-two gentlemen and ladies are completely equal in status. They only follow the oracles of the Goddess of Night and are only responsible to the Pope. In simple terms, they are the messengers of the Goddess, carrying out the will of the Goddess.

Such a big shot came to Tingen just to investigate the abnormalities on Leonard and Antigonus’ notes?
He believed that there was something special about Leonard. It was strange that he was transferred from the company to another place out of thin air. It was normal to be vigilant and conduct strict inspections.

The same goes for Antigonus’s notes. The Nighthawks are very concerned about the whereabouts of the notebook and will put in effort to track it down. Within the permitted range, they gave him the green light to take the Fortune Teller’s potion in advance.

But is this little thing really worth a senior deacon’s personal investigation?

Klein pursed his lips and thought of a possibility.

Could it be related to his time travel?

Klein recalled the scene when he traveled through time. He remembered that he was resurrected on a dead body first, and then a strange celestial phenomenon of a crimson moon and nine celestial bodies shining brightly appeared in the sky. In the middle, a star dimmed and disappeared prematurely, and the other celestial phenomena slowly dissipated…

Then the city of Tingen was placed under martial law, and the number of patrols by both the Beyonder team and the secular police increased significantly, as if the higher-ups attached great importance to the changes in the celestial phenomena.

According to Luo Shan, both the official members and the clerical staff were not as busy as they are now, and there was not much overtime…

At this moment, Klein thought of his fellow countryman who had gone to Backlund a few days ago, and his brows furrowed again.

From the time when Luke rented No. 1 Daffodil Street, from the time when he filled out the form to buy a tuxedo at the clothing store, and from the occasional chats with the servant Parrott when I visited his home, it seemed that Luke also appeared in a similar time period as myself.

However, the fellow villager’s identity is a mystery. He knows a lot of high-end knowledge and is already a Sequence 8 Beyonder. His combat power is also extremely fierce. He wiped out the Secret Society’s people in Tingen and behaved extremely mysteriously.

Could it be that the senior deacon wanted to investigate not Leonard or Antigonus’ notes, but himself or his fellow countryman, two people from other worlds!
Thinking of this, Klein became more nervous. He didn’t show his expression on the surface, but showed curiosity.

“Fry, do you know which senior deacon is coming here?”

Frye, who had a gloomy temperament, adjusted the collar of his shirt and said in a low voice:

“According to the captain, the person in charge of this examination is Creste Sesima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Nighthawks.”

“Crestede Cecima?”

“Yes, Master Krestey is only Sequence 5. He has not yet entered the level of ‘demigod, half-human’. There is no need to be too scared or intimidated.”

Frye slowed down his voice, “Well, his title in the Extraordinary World is ‘Sword of the Goddess’. Because he has been recognized by a holy relic, his combat power is not much worse than that of a newly promoted Sequence 4.”

Holy Relics…

Klein chewed on this word in his mind, deep in thought.

When they went there for a free meal, Lu Ke would occasionally give him some scientific advice. It wasn’t formal advice, and he didn’t charge him any money, he just mentioned it occasionally when they were chatting.

Holy relics should refer to extraordinary items with divinity, which are either advanced controllable seals that combine extraordinary characteristics and items above Sequence 4, or temporary or limited-use items made by high-sequence strongmen through rituals and other means.

The holy relic held by Lord Creste Cesimar should be the former. After all, the latter is obviously a level lower in terms of style and ability, and can only be regarded as a consumable.

Well… I hope Mr. Senior Deacon and his holy object don’t have a lie detector function, otherwise it would be dangerous.

Klein lowered his brows and exhaled slowly.

Fortunately, Luke happened to be on vacation in Backlund a few days ago. Even if there were problems on his side, the worst case scenario would not be that two people would be caught.

“Don’t worry, Lord Krestai is just trying to see if he can find any clues to the notes from you. He will definitely not cause any harm to you.”

Frye’s voice pulled Klein out of his thoughts. He looked up and found that the “corpse collector” was looking at him with a gentle and comforting tone.

Frye is the type who looks cold but is not cold at heart…

Klein felt warm inside and nodded with a smile, “I’m fine. I’m just worried that Leonard won’t pass the review.”

Frye nodded seriously. “There may be some secrets about him that we don’t know, but his devotion to the goddess will not change. I believe he will pass the examination smoothly.”

The carriage stopped at Zouteland Street, and the two walked side by side into the Blackthorn Security Company. As soon as they stepped into the room, they felt the rare solemnity and tranquility.

“good afternoon.”

Without being lazy, Roxanne nodded to the two of them. The girl’s clear voice diluted the seriousness. She smiled and said to Klein:
“Have you been working overtime too much recently?”

Gentleman Klein smiled and said, “I can’t help it. With great power comes great responsibility.”

Luo Shan smiled slightly after hearing this. “Emperor Roselle’s famous words are indeed thought-provoking, but you are not an official member yet.”

Klein: …

The emperor is simply a plagiarist. Is there anything he hasn’t plagiarized?

There were footsteps coming from the stairs. Captain Dunn Smith, who had deep grey eyes and a high hairline, frowned, came up to the two men and lowered his voice.

“Lord Krestey is currently interrogating Leonard and does not allow anyone else to observe. Please wait for a moment.”

Klein nodded first, then realized that Dunn was not in a good state and asked again:

“Captain, what’s wrong with you?”

Dunn was silent for a moment, rubbed his temple with his index finger, and smiled bitterly:
“I… I have some problems, and Lord Krestey has noticed them, so there may be a job transfer in the future.”

There is something wrong with the captain! ?
Klein was shocked and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

If you think about it carefully, the captain is the type who doesn’t know how to act. He didn’t completely digest the potion, but he felt that he had almost mastered the potion and then he was promoted. Madness will inevitably accumulate. As a “nightmare”, he also showed symptoms of not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and his memory is extremely poor…

“Phew~ don’t worry.”

Noticing that Klein and Frye’s expressions had become serious, Dunn reacted and smiled:
“Sir Krestey has already informed me of the solution to the problem, but that solution cannot be leaked. Well, the job transfer I’m referring to is promotion. When the recent events are over, I may leave Tingen and go to a big city to serve as a captain or deacon.”

Captain, could you please stop breathing so heavily when you speak? I really thought something happened to you.

Klein didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “This is a good thing. Captain, why do you have that expression on your face?”

“I have stayed in Tingen for too long.” Dunn’s eyes became complicated. “I am familiar with everything here, every inch of land, every building, and every person in the Nighthawks. If possible, I don’t want to leave here so much.”

“But this is also an opportunity. Captain, you can’t always be separated from Ms. Daly, right?”

Frye spoke calmly, and as soon as he opened his mouth he revealed a bombshell.

“How do you…”

Frye’s lips curled up slightly, “Everyone basically knows about this.”

I don’t actually know…

Klein, who had just arrived, watched the captain become restrained and his expression unnatural. His pupils trembled and an inappropriate thought emerged.

The goddess was quite lenient and allowed office romances. Just then, footsteps were heard, and then a frivolous male voice interrupted the conversation.

“The atmosphere is very subtle. Am I disturbing you?”

Leonard, with the temperament of a romantic poet, walked down the stairs, his arms folded across his chest, smiling.

Dunn coughed lightly, “What was the result?”

“Of course it’s no problem. Lord Kresty thinks that my teleportation might be a prank by some spiritual creature, or the result of the Apprentice Path’s ‘Traveler’ losing control.”

Leonard raised his chin towards Klein and said, “Lord Krestai asked me to call you in.”

“which room?”

“lounge.”

Klein nodded and prepared himself to walk up the stairs.

He came to the door of the lounge and knocked on it.

“Enter.”

A short and powerful bass voice sounded.

Klein walked into the lounge and saw that the desks of several team members had been neatly stacked in the corner. Two classical high-backed chairs were placed in the middle, facing each other, less than a meter apart.

The one facing the door was occupied by a man in his thirties wearing a black windbreaker and a white shirt. He had golden brown hair shaved very short, and his dark green eyes were like a moonless lake in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were standing up high, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.

“Hello, Lord Cecima.” Klein bowed and saluted.

Creste Cecima crossed his right leg over his left leg, leaned back leisurely, and smiled slightly.

“Hello, Klein, you can sit there.”

He pointed to the high-backed chair opposite.

At his feet, there was a suitcase made of silver-white metal, which was similar in size and width to a violin case. It should be the “holy object”.

Klein took a few steps forward and sat in his own seat.

“Don’t be nervous, we’re just chatting casually.”

Usually when people say this, they mean it.

As a qualified corporate slave who had been through countless interviews, Klein was very familiar with this opening line. He straightened his body, endured the pain, and sat upright.

“Klein Moretti, you have joined the Nighthawks for a while. How do you feel about the atmosphere here?”

Such an easy and simple question made Klein relax a little, and he answered truthfully.

“It was great, everyone was very friendly and everyone helped me get familiar with the environment and workflow.”

“So you have a good relationship with the clerical staff and official members here?”

“Yes.”

Krestey was chatting rather than asking questions. He had a smile on his face and spoke in a gentle tone. He didn’t act condescending, but rather spoke like a neighbor’s older brother, asking about your life.

After a series of small talk such as “Are you used to the work?”, “Are you satisfied with the food and accommodation?”, “Have you ever thought about starting a family with someone of the opposite sex?”, Krestai leaned back and asked calmly:

“Your guide is Dunn Smith, the captain of the Tingen Market Night Squad, and your mystic mentor is Old Neil, a former member of the squad who has retired to civilian work.”

He rested his chin on his hand and stared at Klein quietly.

“If these two are promoted and transferred, do you want to follow them to the big city, or continue to stay in Tingen as a night watchman?”

Klein was stunned by this question for a moment, and recovered from the embarrassment of his boss urging him to get married.

He just found out that the captain was leaving, why is old Neil leaving too?
He managed to stay calm and drew the red moon, the symbol of the goddess, on his chest:

“Everything is subject to the arrangements of the temple.”

Krestai shook his head slightly. “This is a choice. Going to a big city means a bigger stage to display your talents, and there will also be more opportunities and challenges. Staying in the Nighthawks will also give you a good prospect, but you may not be able to reach higher heights.”

“Klein, which path would you like to choose?”

This……

Klein frowned. He didn’t quite understand what Krestey meant. Without enough merits, how could he have a bigger stage?

“Sir Kresty, can I really go to the big city after I make my choice?”

“No, there are many criteria for judging, and your willingness is only one of them. It will not have a decisive influence, but this should be the factor that you can control most.”

Krestey knocked on the table and smiled meaningfully, “Exercise this right when you can choose. It may not be useful, but it doesn’t cost money anyway, right?”

I have to say that the three words “no money” are very touching.

Klein hesitated for a moment and chose a safe way to answer: “Can you give me some time to think?”

Krestey smiled and sighed, “No need, ‘need time to think’ is also an answer. You are very cautious, which is a good quality for an individual, but…”

He said no more.

Faced with this mysterious and half-concealed attitude, Klein secretly complained in his heart.

Riddler, get out of Tingen!
“Okay, get out. There’s nothing for you to do for now.”

Krestai seemed tired, closed his eyes, and handed over a piece of paper:
“I will stay in Tingen for a while. This is my address. If you encounter any problems that are difficult to solve, you can ask me for help.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

After Klein left the room, Lord Krestel raised his finger, and as he moved, a spiritual wall blocked the surroundings.

Lord Krestey walked outside to the violin-like case, opened it carefully, and revealed the pure white bone sword inside.

Then, the senior deacon, the executor of the Goddess’s will, began to pray devoutly:
“The goddess of night, nobler than the stars and older than eternity;”

“I pray for your favor;”

“Please guide me in the right choice.”

The prayers fell, and the boundless darkness swallowed up the entire room the next moment, bringing a depressing silence and tranquility.

(End of this chapter)